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BAND-AIDS, j. potter

tw: mentions of blood

it wasn't a lie, you did nip your finger with the knife while you were cutting carrots. did you make it over dramatic so you could be alone with james, maybe, but it's been weeks since the two of you had been together.

james quickly pulled you into the bathroom, where he and lily kept the first-aid kit. stumbling to get it open, before you placed your hand on his shoulder.

"it's okay, jamie."

"okay? your bleeding, flower." he gestured to your finger, which in reality wasn't really bleeding all crazy.

"not that much, here-" you quickly turned the tap on, running your finger underneath the water. washing off the visible blood. "see, jamie." you rushed your finger straight into his face. your cut trickling a little bit of blood.

"it just needs a bandaid." james opened the first-aid kit, scavenging through for a band-aid. he pulled out a band-aid.

"and maybe a kiss?"

"you're pushing it, love." he opened the band-aid before placing it against your skin.

"please, jamie." james sighed, looking at your finger then your face. you could see the wheels spinning in his head.

"all of our friends are outside."

"they won't find out. promise, j." you began to pout while fluttering your eyes again. james sighed before licking his lips and pressing them against your cut.

"there happy, birdie." he said while opening the band-aid and placing around your finger.

"you make me happy." james smiled again before he pulled you into a kiss.

notes: i probably could have made this longer... but it's alright <3

LOVE SONG, j. potter

james potter fantasized this exact moment with you. his arms wrapped around your waist, your arms wrapped around his neck. swaying back and forth to the music playing. the songs coming in and fading into another song. he couldn't help but smile, he'd dreamt about this.

—

he had taken you to the most perfect restaurant, it was a small local one. they served amazing food and it was true, james had spoken on and on about it. he'd have eaten there almost once a week, they even knew his name. it was just a simple italian place, james loved their margherita pizzas. james had told you it was one of the best.

he stood waiting for you to show up. you were only five minutes late but that didn't stop his from getting scared. it wasn't like it was your first date together but he had hoped it wouldn't be your last. he was waiting patiently, watching the street corners before he saw you walking from the street corner up to him, a big smile plastered on your face when your eyes caught him. your smile was contagious, making him smile wide.

"hi, sorry i'm late, traffic." you said before kissing his cheek.

"no worries, love." he said while grabbing the door and opening it for the both of you. you gave him a simple thank you before walking inside.

"they have amazing pizza, i normally get the-"

"margherita pizza?" you guessed, jokingly.

"how'd you know?" he was genuinely shocked, like he didn't talk about it all the time.

"i have a good memory, james." you laughed, causing him to display a slight pink blush.

"that you do" he joked, before showing you where to sit.

a lady quickly approached the two of you "hi james, welcome back and who might this be?" she said turning towards you with a big grin.

"oh, i'm y/n."

"ah! pleasure, james doesn't bring any of his friends-"

"date, she's my date." he corrected her, he wanted everyone to know you were with him.

"ahhh, a special moment. here, look over these and i'll come back in a little" she said while placing two menus in front of you both. she quickly turned on her heels before heading to the back.

"james, what do you recommend?" you asked, genuinely curious if he eats anything else other than the pizza.

the date went great, the table was filled with mostly laughter and long looks from both sides. a huge smile plastered on both of your faces when the other was talking. at one point james had marinara on his face, which you gladly wiped off. which when you did made his heart sink.

once the two of you were stuffed, he had offered to walk his flat.

"i had an amazing time, james." you reassured him.

"good, that's good. i did as well." he laughed, before reaching in his pocket to grab his keys. he fumbled a bit but got it into the keyhole. he quickly opened the door, allowing you in. he debated on making a joke like welcome to my casa, but decided against it.

"wow, bachelor pad." you said, clapping your hands in a joking way.

"what- no- no it's not-"

"i was only joking with you, jamie. shoes on or off?" you asked, hoping to take those heels off. you've never called him jamie before it had made his heart skip a beat. he liked the nickname coming from you.

"anything you want, love." he said taking his jacket off.

james quickly walked in, moving little things here and there so you wouldn't see it. he quickly turned on the music, allowing it to fade the awkwardness.

"wanna dance?" he asked, lending you his hand.

"of course." you placed your hand in his, which he pulled so you could become closer together. you couldn't help but look in your eyes. you were so beautiful to him. then he heard it, the song. the song he'd want to play while you were dancing as a married couple or something.

"our song."

"what?" you had asked, you were too busy counting his freckles

"this song, it's our song."

"yes, it's a good song. i like this song." you said before quickly placing your lips against his. he was stunned at your sudden boldness, but quickly melted into it. your lips moved against each other as they had a mind of their own.

james' hands sliding down from your waist. your hands had slid to cup his face, deepening the kiss.

when it was finally time to release, so the both of you could catch your best. james couldn't help but pant in a laugh.

"you're so beautiful."

notes: i have way too many drafts that have barely a line on them. anyways finally finished this, it's been sitting in my drafts forever xxx

STARS, j. potter

"petal?" james whispered as he climbed into bed to see your eyes closed. he laid next to you, moving the pieces of hair out your face. "baby, can you wake up for me?" he asked before shaking you slightly. your eyes fluttering open to see him, a smile spread across your face. "hi jamie." you whispered.

"hi, love can you follow me please." he said sitting back up and running to the nearest window. "jamie, m'tired." you muttered, "i know, but it's really pretty, petal." his eyes drifting from the window to you. he watched as you sat up, whipping your eyes. you looked at james fast, before throwing the blanket off your warm body. you stood up stretching and walking to james. eyes slightly open and a yawn escaping your mouth. "look love, aren't they pretty tonight." he said making you look at the sky.

the stars shined bright above the other houses and trees. you could almost make out the constellations. "wow, they really are, jamie. they are beautiful." james stopped looking at the stars and started eyeing you up and down. "you are beautiful." he muttered quickly, making your head snap towards him. "jamie, i'm in pajamas." you said sarcastically, knowing he didn't care for those clothes. you could be covered in mud and he still wouldn't care. "so, does pajamas ruin your beauty? no. no it doesn't." he said before picking you up bridal style and throwing you on the bed. he planted a kiss against your lips before you moved to grab the blanket again. "ok, let's go to bed, petal." he watched as you got all comfy again.

"i love you, jamie" you said before turning to your side. "i love you too, petal good night." he said placing a kiss on your cheek before wrapping his arm around you.

notes: james potter owns my heart <3

SOMETHING, j. potter

you knew james was a one of a kind man. the kind of man to set flowers in a vase in the middle of the table. the kind of man to kiss your nose before he left for work. the kind of man that would do anything for you.

you notice everything james has done. but he's been distant, short with everything you two talked about. every time you had asked him why he was being so distant, he'd make up an excuse.

"james, can you just tell me why you're being like this?" you shouted at him, as he sat on the sofa. "what are you talking about?" he said throwing his head back to look at you.

"you know what i'm talking about james. you've been distant." you said moving in front of him. his gaze following your every movement. "sweets, I'm not doing anything wrong! i wanted to watch my show!" he argued

"jamie seriously! god i'm so done with you! you're always lying to me! you're always gone and you won't talk to me anymore!" he could see the tears start forming in your eyes. "birdie." he said sitting up. "i'm sorry, i didn't mean to be distant with you."

"god, i don't think i can do this anymore, jamie." you muttered, making him jump up. hands grabbing your upper arms. "birdie, please listen to me. i- it's hard to explain, but i will. sit please." he said shifting you towards the sofa. "look, baby- i- god, hold on let me grab something really quick." he said running off in to your shared room, scavenging through things before walking back out. "i wanted it to be more romantic, but i was so scared you'd say no." he said pulling out the tiny tiffany box. "jamie-"

he repositioned himself on one of his knees and slowly opened the small box letting the sight of a ring become visible. "baby- will you do me the honors of becoming my wife. i'm sorry i was so distant. i was just so scared you'd say no but i was also trying to make this more romantic-" "jamie, are you- yes. jamie yes." his mouth closed and formed a smile. "yes?" he ask, before you snatched the box out of his hand, you slid the ring on your finger before cupping james' face and smashing your lips onto his. mouths opening allowing each other's tongues to explore each other's. the kiss became heated fast, james' hands fleeting to your thighs pulling you into him.

you slowly pull apart, saliva spilling from both tongues. "jamie-" "i'll make this amazing for both of us." he said sliding his hands under your bum before pulling you up. "james, you are something else!" you said as he slowly kissed your neck as he entered the bedroom.

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JAMES POTTER × MALE READER

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This was... well I didn't know how to describe this. Atleast to myself. James Potter. My *best friend*. It was stupid. That was the word. *Idiotic*. This could not end well.

James heavily insisted on doing homework with me today. The Griffindor barely kept up with his parchment, I was surprised he even remembered it. The common room is quiet, the majority of our fellow house mates scattered around the school grounds.

"You really need to stop leaving your papers for the last moment." I scold lightly, however, my final page remained blank.

"Oh don't act all smart Y/N. You aren't much ahead yourself." James points out, gesturing towards my paper.

Ink drips onto the page, deep in thought. It's been on my mind for weeks and this wasn't the time nor place I imagined it but... his features under the soft candle light, the sear concentration keeping his face relaxed and calm... he almost looked beautiful.

"Hellooo? Earth to Y/N?" James says, my thoughts come rushing back to reality with a jump. "Woah calm down there mate. You alright? We can pick up in the morning." He offers, a slight concerned expression across his face.

"Huh? Oh! Sorry there. Just.. thinking 'bout something is all." I say, trying to lighten the mood with a soft laugh.

James examines my features closely. Watching his eyes shifting over my face makes me nervous, causing a light flush to become apparent across my cheeks.

"Are you alright mate? This is the most I've seen you concentrate all night." I say, laughing nervously as I lean back in my seat.

"What's wrong with you man? You never act like this? What have you been thinking about to make you like this?" James questions.

My heart sinks as I stare back at him. His eyes could read me, they've always been able to. I was like a window to him while he was a brick wall. He breaks the gaze first, clearing his throat before ducking down to continue he's sad excuse for a paper. I get up the courage to reach over, gently placing a hand over his quill.

"James?" I start, swallowing hard. "I... I need you to just stop for a moment and listen." I say, slowly pulling the quill from his fingers. His eyes travel up to meet mine once again as he leaves back.

"Alright. Go ahead." James says, his leg bouncing under the table.

My fingers lightly tap the wood of the table as I take in a couple deep breaths.

"I was just wondering if.. maybe you'd like to go to The Three Broomsticks with me this Friday after our classes?" I ask calmly, my eyes trained on my lap.

"Mate we already go to there every weekend." James says oblivious.

"No James.. I mean just me and you... like a-a date?" I finally say it, squeezing my eyes shut. *'Holy shit what if he doesn't like men?'* I think for the first time in weeks.

There's a long, stress inducing silence. "I'd love to." James finally speaks up.

My eyes snap up to look at him, searching for any sort of humor across his face.

"Really?" I breath out, my shoulders visibly relaxing.

"Sure. What do I have to lose? I'd love to go with you."

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ 𝐼𝓃𝓀 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝓈𝑒𝒸𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓈 ౨ৎ˚⟡˖

Pairing: James Potter x fem!reader

Summary: You and James have been friends since first year. You both would spend majority of your time together due to quidditch practice. Somewhere along the way, you started to develop feelings for him. You would never assume he felt the same way towards you, even though he flirted with you mindlessly and came up with clever excuses to be around you, you never assumed he would like you any other way than as a friend. All that changes one night, when James finds your diary.

Warnings: Fluff and Kissing.

Author’s note: Hey lovelies, this was originally supposed to be a smutty fanfic but I decided to write the clean version first. If this does well, I’ll write the ‘spicy’ version 🤭. Comment if you want the other version and to be added to the tag list💌Happy reading <3

The Gryffindor common room was buzzing with energy after a Quidditch match victory. James Potter, sweaty and exhilarated, looked more beautiful than usual. You watched him slip away from the crowd to grab a Butterbeer, joining you at the snack table.

“That was a nice save towards the end, Potter. I thought you were going to fall off your broom for a second.” You said.

“Fall off? Please, I had it completely under control. The dramatic dive was for effect. You know, to impress certain players” He smirked.

“Oh? And did it work?” You laughed.

“Depends… were you impressed?” He said, leaning in closer to you. A shiver ran down your spine, this is how James was. Friendly flirting until the other person was completely flustered. You should have gotten used to it by now, but you didn’t. You were anything but used to it.

“Maybe a little. But I was mostly impressed you didn’t hit your head again. That’d be, what, the third time this term?” You said, brushing him off.

“Ouch.” He groaned, dramatically clutching his chest.

The celebration continued till 1 am that night, at some point, you, James, Sirius, Marlene and Mary ended up in Sirius and James’ dorm.

“Right, it’s getting late. Me and Mary are gonna head back to our dorm, coming y/n?” Marlene asked.

“Yea. James, is it alright if I leave my bag here? I promise to take it first thing tomorrow.” You said, little did you know that was going to change your entire relationship with James Potter.

The next morning, you woke up with a horrible migraine. Still, holding up your promise, you made your way to James’ dorm, half asleep, to collect your things.

“James?” You called, before entering the room.

“Come in.” He said from inside.

His hair was messier than usual, his face a mix of surprise and sleep. He was sitting on a chair with his legs on the bed, holding up a diary, grinning like he had just found gold.

Oh for Merlin’s sake. Your diary. How could you be so stupid? You had totally forgotten your diary was in your bag, but you didn’t expect him to go through your things.

“What the hell, James?” You said, anger edging in your voice.

You marched over to him, trying to snatch the diary away, but he pulled it out of your reach.

“James Fleamont Potter, you give that back right now!” You screamed.

James laughed, “Relax, I only read… like, two sentences. Three tops. One might’ve mentioned someone with ‘wild hair and a hopeless ego.’ Ring any bells?” He said coyly.

A red blush crept up your face and made its way to your neck.

“You. Are. Utterly. Unbelievable.” You spat.

“Oh, come on, it’s kind of flattering. You wrote about me! That’s practically a love letter in diary terms.” He joked.

“It is not! Now give it back!” You demanded.

“Nuh uh” he teased, childishly.

“I also called you ‘a walking disaster in Quidditch robes.’ Did you read that part?” You asked, annoyed.

“I knew you noticed my robes! You do like me.” James said, gasping dramatically.

“James” you groaned, getting more and more embarrassed now.

“Hey—don’t be embarrassed. If I had a diary, you’d be in it. Probably underlined. With little stars and everything.” He joked, stepping closer.

He handed you your diary back, his fingers brushing yours just a second longer than they needed to.

“I didn’t read anything else, promise.” He said.

“Thanks…” you whispered.

There was a pause, neither of you moved. The room was quiet, except for the crackle of the fireplace. You could hear James’ heartbeat, his breath and you could feel his closeness.

“You know…. I was half- hoping it was about me, when I found it.” His voice was quieter, as he took a small step closer.

Your eyes searched his, looking for truth.

“Why?” You asked.

“Because I’ve been walking around pretending not to feel what I feel. And it’s exhausting, honestly. I’m James Potter—I’m not built for subtle.” He answered.

“That is definitely true.” You said, smiling and rolling your eyes.

“So if you’re pretending too… I don’t know. Maybe we can stop. Just for a minute.” He pleaded, taking your palms in his.

He was so close now. Close enough for you to see the freckles under his eyes, close enough for you to feel his breath on your cheeks, close enough for you to smell his scent.

His voice dropped lower, barely a breath.

“Is it so terrible? Liking me?”

“No. It’s terrifying.” You admitted.

James’ hand slips up to your cheek, his thumb brushing your jaw, you lean into him instinctively. He closed the space between the two of you, placing a warm kiss on your lips. It was soft, but a little hesitant at first, like the both of you were trying to memorise this feeling. His lips move against yours gently, like a question being answered with every second you didn’t pull away.

You break apart, just barely, your foreheads rest together, and he’s smiling like he’s completely undone.

“Took you long enough.” You smiled, breathless.

“Oi—I was being respectful. Chivalrous. Noble Gryffindor and all that.” He countered.

“You read my diary, James.” You defended.

“And I’d do it again if it brought me here.” He grinned, wrapping his arms around you.

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