#marauders james potter

[alwaysmoncheri]

𝐌𝐘 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 — JAMES POTTER!

pairings ❧ james potter x reader

summary ❧ no one makes james potter feel the way that his girlfriend does and he definitely knows it

warnings ❧ female!reader, cheesy writing, lots of fluff, sunshine!reader, james is whipped for the reader, based on my girl, by the temptations, implications of wolfstar, pda, not proofread

word count ❧ 1.1k

additional notes ❧ my first james fic sort of blew up and i was feeling inspired to write another—thank you for all your support | i also have a longer version for this so let me know if you’re interested ૮꒰ྀི⸝⸝> . <⸝⸝꒱ྀིა

You’re James’ sunshine, you’re his bundle of light and happiness on a cloudy day, and you’re all of his favorite things mixed into one beautiful girl. To James, nothing can ever compare to the way you make him feel. Every time you look in his direction with those captivating eyes that always sparkle with love—love that you constantly spread across the school like it’s your only goal in life—to make people feel loved, special, wanted—unlike so many—your contagious smile that makes him feel all giddy and causes his stomach to flutter with excitement.

Everything you do, everything you are, makes James feel like one of those special recipients of all the love you have stored in your overflowing heart. James feels like the luckiest guy in the world to have the privilege of holding you in his arms during the cold winter nights spent in his dormitory, the early spring mornings strolling through the flower meadow the two of you found in the outskirts of Hogwarts, the hot summer days spent in the backyard of the Potter residence, and the cool autumn evenings feeling the cool breeze blowing the fallen leaves past your feet.

Even now, you stroll through the doors to the common room and look so effortlessly breathtaking. The elegance you seem to carry with you to every room you enter makes James’ heart race because you’re his girl and no one else can take you away from him.

Yours and James’ friends always know when you’ve entered a room, not just because your presence is enough alone, but because James always seems to have an absolutely stunned expression dancing across his face, almost as if his heart has stopped beating—this time it leads the group to tease the love sick boy.

“What’s got you all smiles, Prongs?” Sirius asks curiously and with a teasing smile he playfully nudges his best friend’s shoulder, earning no reaction from James—who seems to be mesmerized, by your presence, “Is it that girl of yours, again?”

“Is that even a question?” Lily scoffs lightly and with a dramatic roll of her eyes she gazes past the small crowd of people also entering the common room in an attempt to spot your radiant figure, “Of course it’s (Y/n).”

“Let’s ask the lover boy,” Marlene suggests with a sly grin and points the book she's currently reading towards James, before calling over to him teasingly while tilting her head to one side, “Oh, lover boy?”

“Yeah?” James responds without tearing his gaze away from you and when your eyes finally meet he can’t help but let out a captivated sigh, his eyes screaming his absolute admiration for you.

“See, here she comes now," Lily smirks, gesturing in the direction of you, as you continue to make your way towards the group, who are casually sitting in their respective spots around the room—Lily and Mary are sitting together on the couch closest to the blazing, however warm fire, Remus and Marlene are reading on the couch across from them, Sirius is comfortably situated on the floor between Remus’ legs, and finally James is sprawled out on a lounge chair angled directly towards his lovely girlfriend—you. 

“Good morning, everyone.” You greet your friends with a loving smile, plop yourself down on James’ lap, and finally turn your long-craved attention toward your favorite boy, “Hey, Jamie.” You add sweetly and swiftly lean over to plant your soft, addicting lips upon his flushed cheek.

“Good morning, love.” James replies, adjusting his hands on your hips in order to pull your back flush against his chest—something you shamelessly lean into. As James wraps one of his arms around your waist and nervously fidgets with the hem of your shirt, you wrap your own arms around his shoulders, place your hands at the nape of his neck, and begin to twirl the ends of his curls (that need a trim, you notice) around your fingers—something you know he’s obsessed with.

You then glance around the room at your friends as they engage in each of their preferred activities on this peaceful and quiet evening. Your face transforms into a content smile, reminiscing on what your life might be like when you and your friends all leave Hogwarts. A day where all of your friends come over to the Potter resistance—you and James’ house, and spend the day around the fire, warm cups of tea within reach, silent communication being shared between you and James before the two of you sneak away and up the perfect wooden stairs to your bedroom, where laughter and secrets are shared under the sheets.

“Prongsy here hasn’t stopped smiling since you walked through that door.” Sirius smiles causally, leaning further back against Remus’ legs as the sandy-brown-haired boy nervously shifts in his chair and swiftly runs the hand that isn’t holding his book through his hair. Sirius’ comment is directed towards you, and you finally snap back into reality when you notice that knowing smirk plastered across Sirius’ face.

James lets out a dramatic groan while throwing his head back against the chair that the two of you continue to sit in. Your boyfriend’s reaction to Sirius’ constant teasing causes a quiet giggle to fall from your lips. The sound of your contagious laugh makes James’ stomach swoon with love and his face visibly lights up after lifting his head back up off of the chair. James can’t help but stare at you even when you’re sitting right in his arms. You look so sweet, radiating with love and warmth. At this moment, James can only imagine what those lips of yours might taste like. And that’s when he kisses you.

James can’t control himself and for valid reasons. You taste just the same as you always do—like honey, sweet as can be. It would be impossible for the bees not to be jealous of him. James could never get tired of kissing your lips and he’s not ashamed of it. If he’s going to spend the rest of his life with you then he’s always going to express his everlasting amount of love and affection for you.

The kiss catches you off guard, not expecting such passion and aggression in front of your friends, but you instinctively kiss James back. Your hands tangle through James’ hair while his grip on your hips and the waist tighten ever-so-slightly. This earns him a surprised squeak from you, and causes a boyish grin to form on James’ face as he kisses you.

“Get a room!” Sirius shouts jokingly from his spot on the floor which causes you and James to pull away with love sick grins consuming your expressions.

“You’re my girl.” James whispers into your ear and affectionately bumps his nose into the apple of your cheek, tickling your sensitive skin. A soft giggle bubbles into the air when James begins to pepper kisses all over your face.

“And I’ll always be your girl.”

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[morwap]

🎃 🦇 (so glad to see you're updating again <3)

Halloween night, reader gets a cold and James has to take their kids trick or treating. When they come back reader is like sooooooo in love bc James is so fucking cute with the kids. Even tho reader is still feeling sick, she jumps James and they have fluffy sex.

thank you!! i’m so glad to be posting again

it sucked to not be able to trick or treat with your children but james made sure you stayed home with soup and a blanket.

you hadn’t been feeling the best for a few days although you felt better today james still wouldn’t hear it from you.

hours passed and you had made sugar cookies for when they came back home.

the door opened and in walked james in his simple beekeeper costume, he was carrying both kids on his hips as they slept soundly.

james smiled at you before going to put them in their room, sirius was coming to pick them up in the morning to take them to a drive in.

soon james in the kitchen with you, taking off the costume. you couldn’t help but smile at him, not many dads would take their kids trick or treating and you were lucky to have a husband that would do anything for them.

you got closer to him, wrapping your arms around his waist and going to kiss him. you hoped in your head you wouldn’t get him sick.

the smell of the cookies cooling on the counter made you feel like you were in some type of movie.

“thank you for being such a good dad” you whispered as you looked up at him.

“you don’t gotta thank me for anything” james smiled, his hands rubbing up and down on your back.

you smiled, “you wanna try for another one?” you asked as your hands moved to the waistband of his pants.

“babe you’re sick” he laughed.

“i feel better but i would feel so much better if you were cumming in me”

[hearts4robs]

Hi, I wanted to request a marauders era matchup!

My name is Ollie, short for oliver, i use he/they/she pronouns and im 18. Im queer and have a preference for men. I am also from the netherlands!

My personality type is infp, and to go into more detail:

Im usually more shy in at the start, but can get quite talkative when i warm up to people. Im more of a listener though.

I love singing, reading, writing daydreaming, baking and making art.

My love language is physical touch, i love hugs or sitting next to someone and having our knees or shoulders touch. Laying on someone's shoulder is a big yes for me i love it.

I struggle a lot with my feelings and communicating them, but im getting better.

I have social anxiety and autism which can make social interactions and parties and such things difficult for me.

My ideal date is difficult. I've never been on a date before so its hard to judge. I think I'd like going to a coffee shop, maybe stargazing or going to an arcade. The ideal date for me is something relaxing where i can get to know the other person well. I want it to be intimate.

My ideal type is also difficult. I've never really dated anyone (im going to be a virgin until retirement i swear). I think I'd probably just like someone who makes me feel seen and appreciated, who reminds me I'm loved and helps me feel less self-conscious.

My favourite tropes would probably have to be friends to lovers and mutual pining. Im a sucker for hurt to comfort.

Physical appearance stuff:

5'6, bit chubby, pretty darn pale skin, short straight brown hair that i usually tuck behind my ears, grey eyes with glasses, black nosering in my left nostril, L and R tattooed on my wrist (yes for left and right lol). I mostly wear skater or cottagecore style clothes, usually dark and earthy colours with the occasional blue and red.

Hope thats enough (or not too much lol)

Have a great day :)

𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫: 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝

“Hold my hand, sweetheart. It’s okay.” James reassures, blindly waving his hands around behind his back for you to grab.

Your hands finds James’s and his warm hands immediately dwarf yours. He pushes through the crowd, making sure you’re right behind him.

James smelt of alcohol, but he still seemed grounded as he lead you out of the Gryffindor common room and up the stairwell. The party continued at the bottom of the stairs.

James let’s go of your hand and holds your face in his hands, finally facing you probably.

“What’s the matter, handsome? Too loud?” James questions, moving his hands over your ears. You don’t answer, your throat was tight. He just nods, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“You’re okay.” He murmurs against your temple.

“I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t give me that, you’re okay!” James assures you by pulling you into a tight squeeze.

“What do you say to a cuddle with that weighted blanket we bought last week?”

James struggles to repress his smile when you nod. Oh, he was so up for a lazy cuddle.

Headcanons:

James learned morse code and basic sign language to communicate with you when everything was too much.

James is such a physical touch/quality type kind of guy, and taking you for a walk to Hogsmead for a coffee + browsing date is an every other week occurrence

He’s a yapper. You know everything there is to know about quidditch. Whenever you read or do anything that doesn’t make James the center of your attention, he yaps.

Writes you dumb notes whenever he can. Like, not cute. Dumb.

i rlly hope you like this🫶i’m SO SORRY for how delayed it is, i’m only just now getting back into the flow of writing.

[band--psycho]

Moodboard Monday!!

James Potter x Reader- Sunset Conversations

A huge thank you to my amazing friend @xacatalepsyx ; who created this masterpiece of a moodboard for my new moodboard writing challenge!

I hope you all enjoy this story as much as I enjoyed writing it!!

Warnings: Horrible parents, disowning, pureblood prejudice

I’m in love with an idiot.

That was all I could think to myself as I watched James Potter singing at the top of his lungs to the latest number one of the muggle world. 

Sirius and James had been taking it in turns to sing muggle songs to try and settle the argument they were having over who the best singer was. 

So naturally, the only way for them to settle the argument was to have a sing-off.

They were taking it very seriously, I could've stopped them, told them that they were both awful singers, but it was entertaining and quite funny to watch them battle it out; and merlin knew I needed something to make me smile today.

“So,” Lily began sitting down next to me, “how did the date go?”

Ah. 

The date. 

I’d been trying really hard to forget about the date that had taken up most of my afternoon. 

It wasn’t a date I wanted to go on, especially given who it was. 

Lucius Malfoy.

Neither of us really had much say in the matter, my family had arranged it with his; I think my parents were hoping that the date would go well and I’d somehow fall back in line with the traditions of our family. 

Pure blood mania. 

They were a nightmare. 

They hated pretty much everything about me, what I was interested in, who my friends were, what I wanted to do when I left Hogwarts. 

I think Lucius was their last attempt to pull me back in; not that that would ever work.

But still, angering my parents a few weeks before the holidays was not something I wanted to do either. 

So, I went on the date. 

I was polite; until Lucius started badmouthing my friends and telling me that what I wanted for my life was only influenced by them. 

~~~~~

“You’re friends with a Muggleborn” the disgust was evident in his voice. 

Merlin I wanted to punch him; if we hadn’t have been in a crowded bar I probably would’ve,“Her name is Lily, and yes I am,”

Lily was one of my closest friends. And I, unlike the rest of my house and family, didn’t care that she was muggleborn. 

“Can you not see why your parents are concerned about you?”

Concerned? About me? No. They’d never been concerned about; what they were concerned about was their image and how I was ‘damaging’ it. 

“Because I have friends?”

“The wrong type of friends,” he whispered venomously; as though I’d somehow offended him. And although that was not my internet, it did give me a lot of satisfaction. 

“As opposed to?”

“Having friends of your class,”

“Sirius Black is of a higher class than me or my family,”

I could see a little vein on the side of Lucius’ forehead that looked like it was about to burst in his anger, “Sirius Black is a traitor and a disappointment to his family,” 

Well that makes two of us. 

That is why I am friends with the marauders, Lily and Marlene, because of Sirius Black. 

~~~~~~

I hadn’t told my friends who the date was with; but I did tell them that my parents had arranged it for me.

“That bad?” Lily asked, obviously noticing the look on my face as the memories flags he’d through my mind. 

“It was awful,” I stated, trying to force the memory out of my mind once again, “I guess I’m just old school, I still like flowers and real dates, not arranged ones with people I don’t even like,” 

I felt Lily's hands wrap around me as she pulled me into a hug. 

“I’m sorry,” she whispered; she was my closest friend, she knew all of the drama that went on between my parents and I. And I knew she felt guilty because she thought she was the cause of it, which she wasn’t. 

My parents weren’t nice people. 

That’s what it came down to. 

Nothing to do with her, or me, or anyone else, just them. 

~~~~~~

I needed space; some time away from the castle, away from my friends, so that I could think. 

The forest wasn’t exactly the safest place to be, I knew that, but I just needed some time. 

You are not our daughter

The words from the howler my parents sent me this morning played on my mind like an annoying song I couldn’t get out of my head. 

I should’ve been relieved. 

I should’ve been happy.

My parents weren’t good people. 

But, they were the only family I had. 

I think somewhere in my heart I had hoped that they would change, maybe that’s why their words stung so much. 

“What’s wrong?” I heard a familiar voice ask; snapping me out of my thoughts and halting my steps. 

When I turned around, I saw the one and only James Potter standing behind me, his eyebrows furrowed slightly in concern.

Lily must've told him I was here; she was the only person I had seen today; she was the only person who could've noticed that something was wrong.

“Nothing, I'm fine,” I smiled. Of course it was a fake smile, and I was hoping James didn’t notice that. 

But of course he did, “you’re a terrible liar,”

“I just needed some space,” I answered simply. It was a vague answer. I knew that; but right now I really didn’t want to have a conversation about how awful my family was. 

“Come with me,” he said softly, offering his hand to me. 

“James-” 

James stepped closer towards me before I could finish my sentence, capturing my hand in his,“I know somewhere safer than the forest for you to have some space.”

And with his fingers intertwined with mine, he left me out of the forest and to a place I was sure only he knew of. 

It was an abandoned house with a little ladder next to it that led up to the roof. 

“After you,” he whispered, letting go of my hand so I could climb the ladder. 

When I reached the top of the roof I sat there; taking in the view. 

I could see why he liked it here. 

It was quiet, peaceful and beautiful. 

Especially in this moment as the sun was setting; transforming the once blue sky into an intense assortment of orange, yellow, pink and purple.

The view from up here was absolutely breathtaking; it almost made me forget why I was up here to begin with; that was until I felt James sit down next to me.

“I’m here,” he murmured, his hazel eyes meeting my own, squeezing my hand lightly, “you can talk to me or not, but I am here for you, always.”

I remained silent for a few moments, my brain processing what he said.

“I’ll give you your space,” he continued, giving my hand a final squeeze before beginning to stand up. 

“I got a howler from my parents today,” I said; making James sit back down where he originally was. 

“I see,” James began, his hand returning to mine once again, his thumb rubbing small circles onto the back of my hand, “what did they say?”

“Long and short of it is that I’m not the person my parents wanted me to be,” I was surprised by the way my voice cracked as the words left my lips; I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down and stop myself from breaking, “they hate the subjects I’ve chosen to study, my plans for the future, the people I associate myself with…they hate who I am,”

“Then they’re idiots,” I could see the anger from what parents had said burning in his eyes; though his voice remained soft.

“Y/n/n,” he whispered; placing his other hand on my cheek; I couldn’t help but lean into his delicate touch, “you are you,”

A smile formed on his lips as he said those words; the type that made the butterflies in my stomach swarm like crazy. 

“And that is nothing short of amazing,” he continued, as his thumb moved down my cheek to my chin, pulling my face closer to his so that our noses were touching.

“We should be getting back to the castle,” I mumbled, mentally cursing myself as soon as the words left my lips. 

But it was getting late; the once beautifully coloured sky was now darkening and the last thing I wanted was for James to get into trouble because of me. 

“We should,” he agreed with a small smirk, before he closed the distance between our lips. 

It took my mind a second to catch up to what was happening; James Potter was kissing me. 

It sounded like a dream. 

It felt like a dream. 

But as I began kissing him back, my lips molding effortlessly against his own, I realised kissing him was much better than any dream I could muster. 

I had to fight back a small whine when I felt the coldness of the air on my lips rather than the warmth of James’ lips. 

“Now we can go back,” He chuckled, his thumb ghosting over my bottom lip.

It didn’t take long before we were both on our way back to Hogwarts; our hands intertwined just as they were when we arrived at the abandoned house. 

“Remember what I said, darling,” he started, catching me off guard with the little nickname at the end of his sentence, “I’m here for you, always,” 

“Thank you,” I said, not knowing what else to say. In the course of a few hours James had turned one of the worst days of my life into the best. Just a simple thank you didn’t seem anywhere near enough, but they were the only words that I could think of. 

He smiled at me again, the same smile that made the butterflies in my stomach swarm when we were sat upon that rooftop.

“You don’t need to thank me, love, I would do anything to see you smile,” he breathed, as he leaned in to capture my lips in another kiss, “Now, I’ve gotta go otherwise I’m never gonna leave you.”

And with that we bid one another goodnight; I didn’t think today was going to end like this; with me happy, and it was all because of James Fleamont Potter.

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[aphrcdites]

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

[soreddieforit]

the bitches traumatized by saltburn would never survive the fics in my ao3 history

[maluceh]

blood ritual — James and Lily Potter circa 1981

[rosieandthethorns]

i don't WANT to read smut right now

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

[not-rab]

James: How did you get your brother to co-operate with you?

Sirius: I threatened to reveal his dark secret.

James: Which is what?

Sirius: I have no idea, I was bluffing, but it must be something horrible.

James *nervous sweating*:

[starchaserfanatic]

My Friends/Family: Hey can I see your phone? I need to look something up.

Me, closing like 80+ Ao3 Tabs as fast as I can:

[the-sun-is-also-a-star]

me, reading my own incomplete writing : *gasp* and then what happened?

[alwaysmoncheri]

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐘 — JAMES POTTER!

pairings ❧ james potter x reader

summary ❧ you think james is really pretty—unfortunately for you, sirius notices and decides to take matters into his own hands

warnings ❧ female!reader, implied gryffindor!reader, siruis playing matchmaker, mutual pinning, fluff, cheesy writing, kissing, public displays of affection

word count ❧ 1k

additional notes ❧ i have a series idea for this so if you’re interested let me know ´･ᴗ･`

“Kind of a pretty boy, isn’t he?”

Calling James a pretty boy is an understatement. James Potter is the absolute embodiment of beauty. Those perfect little dimples that dip flawlessly upon his cheeks, the mole that lingers where his jaw meets his neck, a spot you’d love to place your lips. Those brown eyes that pool into yours like a drop of honey, eyes that you could get lost in forever. And finally those soft lips that never seem to be without a smile. It consumes your every thought, and quite frankly, you could stare at him forever.

That’s exactly what got you into this situation. Staring. But you just can’t help it. Not when James is sitting on the couch across the common room, his arms resting on the back, while unintentionally showing off his biceps with a white button up that seems a little too tight for his body. An effortless smile is planted firmly upon his face while he laughs and converses with Remus and Peter, who sit on the lounge chairs opposite of him.

“(Y/n)?” Siruis’ voice catches your attention, causing you to become fully aware of his presence on the couch next to you.

“Hm?” You hum, seemingly unable to tear your gaze away from the boy who still sits perfectly across the room.

“Are you just going to ignore me and continue staring at Prongs or what?” Siruis asks playfully, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips.

“If you want me to agree with you, it’s not going to happen.” You respond, finally turning your attention away from James and towards the smug looking Sirius Black beside you, a hint of annoyance heard through your tone.

“Oh come on, everyone sees the way you look at him.” Sirius groans while leaning his head back against the couch, before turning to face you with another mischievous grin, “Just admit it, you think he’s pretty.”

“Fine, maybe I think he’s a little bit pretty.” You admit and a rush of heat spreads across your cheeks, hence your confession. “But it doesn’t mean—”

“You think who’s pretty?” James’ voice pipes in cheerfully, while you and Sirius watch as the boy happily plops down next to you, his arm instinctively resting against the couch behind your head.

“No one.” You respond quickly, your eyes wide and full of panic with the thought of James knowing about your infatuation.

“You.” Sirius says at the same time, and you instantly send him a sharp glare, feeling a sense of betrayal, but you only receive a smug grin in response, causing you to roll your eyes.

“Me?” James questions, glancing back and forth at you and Sirius, his obvious confusion forming an adorable crease between his eyebrows.

The tension in the air is palpable, you and James can’t seem to take your eyes off of each other, while Sirius watches with a satisfied expression clear on his face. The moment seems to last forever and your heart rate begins to rise as your panic sets in.

“That’s my cue.” Sirius whispers before sending you a wink and jumping up from his place next to you, bounding over to the spot across from Remus and Peter, where James was once sitting.

“Traitor.” You mouth towards Sirius and you receive an innocent shrug in response, which causes you to let out an annoyed huff.

“You think I’m pretty, darling?” James asks hesitantly and you return your gaze to James’, a surprised look in your eyes because of how soft his tone is.

James Potter is not shy. He’s never been one to back down from anything, dares, pranks, and especially talking to girls. They’ve always been all over him, hence, he’s pretty and he knows it. However, unbeknownst to you, you’ve always been the only person to manage to break down those confident walls and show the softer, shyer side of James. The boy can’t help but feel bubbly and warm around you, something stirs deep within his gut that he’s never felt before.

“Yeah, I think you’re pretty, James.” You respond without hesitation and you can’t believe those words just came out of your mouth.

“Yeah?” James asks, while tilting his head to one side, and a boyish grin spreads across his face, showing off those gorgeous little dimples that you love so much.

“Yeah.” You nod, and James’ infectious smile causes one of your own to make its way onto your face.

“Well love, I think you’re pretty, too.” James leans forward to whisper, the words linger, only for your ears to hear while placing his large, but soft hand upon your cheek and begins gently drawing circles over your skin.

“How pretty?” You ask, a flush rising to your cheeks, shocked with your own boldness, while James releases his hand from your cheek and places your hand in his.

“Really pretty.” James hums lovingly and strokes his thumb across your knuckles, “Can I kiss you, (Y/n)?”

“Yeah.” You nod, my gaze trailing down at James’ mouth when you notice his tongue darting out in order to wet his lips.

Instantly after your words of confirmation, James’ hands slip from yours and grab your cheeks, intertwining his fingers with your hair, and placing his lips on yours. Kissing James is everything and nothing like you’d excepted. His lips are soft, his hands are warm against your cheeks, the kiss is passionate and sweet just like you’d expected, and yet it makes you feel like the whole world is crumbling all around you, leaving just the two of you alone together.

When the both of you finally pull away, James holds you close as the two of you begin to chuckle breathlessly and yet James’ rumbling laugh still manages to shake his chest all the while filling your heart with warmth and love.

“Finally!” Sirius cheers from across the room, grabbing you and James’ attention.

“Shut up, Padfoot!” James shouts back, and I let my head drop upon his shoulder, an embarrassed giggle escaping my lips.

“Now darling,” James says sweetly, and gently lifts my head up off his shoulder which causes me to shamelessly gaze into those pretty brown eyes, “How about a date?”

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[lunarlivs]

pov: you’re harry being born to a bunch of 21 year olds

their thoughts and doodles below the cut <3

[alexsays-no]

Regulus always knew how to use the tie ♡

I love this two so so so much ♡

[plantsonplutoart]

Moonflower study dates! Because it’s possible to be both academic rivals and the best of friends 🌙🪷😌

James and Sirius are definitely sitting across the table drooling over them

[reggieblackdiary]

Growing up I always hoped I’d be as cheerful as James, as smart as Remus and as confident as Sirius.

I ended up with the mental health of Regulus Black.