#jamespotterxreader

I write for Bucky, Peter Parker (Tom or Andrew’s), Barry Allen (The Flash, 2014), Remus Lupin, James Potter, and Sirius Black

psa) my writing has significantly improved since the Mauraders and Flash era of fics, I just added them for nostalgias sake they are 3-5 years old

Bucky Barnes

what happens after dark masterlist

match my moves

quiet love

warning everything under this is old and incredibly cringe and terrible writing but for nostalgias sake i added it

Caitlyn Snow

late nights

Remus Lupin

guts

migraines

daisy

sunflower

problem

James Potter

you’re my muggleborn

falling for you - lily

Fred Weasley

home

Harry Potter

hidden

Sirius Black

in my arms again

Draco Malfoy

my love

when we get there

soulmate au

Based off of this request: ‘’Can I pls get a James potter X fem!reader fluff with baby harry’’ @slut4benbarnes

characters: James Potter, female!reader, Harry Potter

warnings: I don’t think there are any, maybe kissing? This is just pure fluff, this is pretty short though. NOT PROOF READ!

plot: James gets home early from a long day of work, only to find reader and Harry ready to surprise him.

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The Red Thorns adventures (Harry Potter Marauders era fanfiction ) (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/299037654-the-red-thorns-adventures-harry-potter-marauders?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=Marauders_Aesthetic&wp_originator=nj7a24lHqPPQBY77R6MFrw8wvRQ45PSEolp6K%2BcAqUCseZ%2BGfqWQWvGtjHuBgYwitw5unoEuJUbSGy0KPF2abMi4iQDIA%2FO9kqXlquXJNyboR46iHDTJ9KrEihmQ107V Hogwarts, 1975 Bloom and her gang of friends are not your average kind of witches. They are in a gang called the Red Thorns. What is their goal ? To beat the Marauders and out prank them in every possible way. This year they are starting their 5th year and this is the year that will change for better or for worse. Read this story to discover the story behind the 4 girls who beat the Marauders at their own game. Disclaimer : I do not support JKR This story is based on the HP universe and all of my characters are OCs.

HARRY POTTER IMAGINES MASTERLIST

James Potter

Favor for a Friend

Potter’s Super Date #1 #2

Second to None  #1 #2 #3

Remus Lupin

Chocolate

Selfish (1) (2)

Newt Scamander

Magizoologist-in-Training: #1 #2 #3 #4 #5 #6 #7

Draco Malfoy

It’s All Your Fault

Jeremy Allen White as James Potter

I had a plan... James was going down.    My throat burned as the flames of the Firewhiskey trailed down my throat. Lily eyed the discarded shot glass warily. "If you were going to drink this much you could have just told me."    I barely even registered her words as I scanned the room, a fire in my soul. Or that could have just been the bottle of giggle water from earlier. But either way, my gaze was drinking in every jawline and every male teen my age calculating which male would make the attractive "perfect" James Potter jealous.    "I can get some boy to make out with me, Psht, boys are stupid, I can get one to make out with me, no problem," I murmured under my breath, I gave the room another scan. Teenage boys were all horn dogs they'd screw a pillow if you drew some nice ass cheeks on it.    "What? Sorry Y/N, I couldn't hear you over the music," Lily said, knitting her brows and cupping a hand around her ear. "Could you repeat that?"    "How would I get a guy to kiss me?" I asked, louder this time, my lips pursing in thought as I continued. "How.." I sighed in embarrassment, "you know.." I trailed off.     Lily eyed me up and down as if I was crazy and then cocked her head, eyebrows raised. And chucked "You're really going for James tonight?" she asked, a grin breaking out across her face.    I nodded, still slightly distracted. "Yeah, well... let me explain." She looked more curious now, she put down her drink. I dragged on "Well Sirius said I should kiss another guy to make James jealous.." she snorted "Are you sure that's who you want to take advise from?" I nodded "Lily, Sirius has been with a lot of ladies, he can’t be too far off can he?" "Well just be careful and if you really want to the way to get a guy to kiss you, you have to get close to him, touch his arm, lean in, that sort of thing." Lily had spotted Peter who was shitfaced in the corner of the room about to take another shot she immediately went into mother mode running to stop him from killing himself I went to take a step forward to follow them, but then paused, recognizing my mission, my plan, my purpose tonight I make snooty James fall in love with me. Taking a deep breath, I turned my attention back to the room, turning on my availability radar. Some of the faces were vaguely familiar but that wasn't what I wanted, I just needed to find someone who was either from another house or too shitfaced to remember me Now I just had to strike up a conversation with one of them, talk boy things. Boys liked quidditch and... and I don't know, And boobs. I could do this. At the very least- while boobs were not physically my forte, I could do quidditch.    I marched with my Hope's and dreams straight into the middle of a group of not so bad looking boys. Who all paused mid-chug as I squeezed myself between a cute blonde and a shorter redhead speckled with freckles. They both stared at me. I swallowed awkwardly. Boy things. Talk boy things.    "How do you guys feel about boobs?" I asked, blinking, with an awkward grin. They said nothing. Nothing at all. Just stared, at me as if I had carrots for earrings soul-sucking eyes boring into me like to dementors. No words...   "I'm just gonna- I'm gonna leave now. 

“Thank you. For this fabulous conversation. I'll take this as my cue."

 It took all my effort not to run to my dorm and hole away like freaking golem. I didn't, mainly because of the heat of the moment and partly the booze that was still fueling my crazed mission plan. At least the buzz that was clouding brain made it a tiny bit bearable, although morning Y/N was probably going to jump off the astronomy tower, or it was a possibility that she would let the giant squid eat her. For now, at least, I had the rest of the night to most likely kill myself with embarrassment    Just as I had poured myself another drink I saw James sat in the corner he was surrounded by 5 girls all giggling I sighed when I felt a tap on the shoulder. I turned around and was greeted with the very man that had fueled the fire that was my imagination. "Sirius are you sure about this.." "Yes love, I'm sure it will work." "Maybe you could just kiss me it would be a lot easier." He chuckled at the notion. "Nah mate, James would kill me," "Wait, what did you say.." His eyes grew wide," nothing I didn't mean anything by that at all," "Sirius if you are lying to me I swe-"   He cut me off "Ok-ok," he held his hands up defensively, "Fine the man is in love with you ok but I thought it would be funny if you randomly kissed a random dude." I took another two shots off the table and stormed towards James before Sirius could stop me I downed both of them. James had got up when he noticed me storming in his direction. "You!" He looked worried at this point I had reached him. I grabbed his tie an pulled the tall man to my height. "What are you doing Y/N?" before he said anything else I pressed my lips to his and to my surprise he kissed me back. I felt him smirk against my lips, "I knew that one-day y/n l/n would steal my lips as well as my heart." We laughed, "Shut up and kiss me you dork."

original work by me

please dont repost on other sites<3

I figured the reader would have died in the first battle so here we go, grab some tissues and chocolate bc we’re going to get super sad :-))) Warning: MENTIONS OF BLOOD • at first he wouldn’t cry • because he couldn’t believe it • and then he would kneel down and pull your body into his lap • your limp, cold and bloody body • there was so much blood • it was pooled around the two • his hands were slick with it • the hands she held • on walks • on the sofa • when they made love • or when they were just falling asleep • it felt as if Remus had just been injured too • he finally breaks down, crying on your bloodstained chest, staining his already bloody face even further • James and Sirius running to him because they see him fall but stopping when they see you • Dumbledore and Minerva watching it all happen • and Minerva breaks down into Albus' shoulder • they both had watched Remus' hardships, and y/n was the one thing that gave him hope • and now that was gone • lily running to James and sobbing when she sees the scene • a week later, the group holds a proper funeral for you • so Remus has closure • but he's never the same • he often has nightmares • moreso than usual now • and he wakes up looking to your side of the bed, only to realize it wasn't just A dream • he never finds love after that • because he thought you were the one for him • and only you

PARTE 1

James era consumato da una gelosia bruciante.  (T/n) aveva baciato qualcun altro a Capodanno, meraviglioso. E lui era perfino ubriaco! Eppure quella notte aveva sognato di baciarla… ed era stato così reale, così vero.

James scosse la testa e distolse lo sguardo dalla snella figura di (T/n) intenta a parlare con Sirius e Lily. Sapeva che non doveva essere geloso del suo migliore amico, ma vederlo ridere con (T/n) e gli faceva provare una sensazione bruciante al petto che lo mandava fuori di testa. Come se non bastasse erano passati diversi giorni dal primo dell’anno e sembrava che l’unico argomento discusso nel loro piccolo gruppo fosse il misterioso principe azzurro di (T/n). A James non importava chi fosse, lo detestava.

-Calmati- si disse, asciugandosi i palmi sui pantaloni, prima di alzarsi dal divano e avvicinarsi al terzetto.

-Allora, James sa davvero del bacio?- stava chiedendo Lily con un sopracciglio alzato.

Certo che lo sapeva! Ed era per questo che si sentiva così dannatamente invidioso, così geloso nei confronti di chiunque avesse osato baciare la ragazza di cui era innamorato da così tanto tempo.

-Si! So del meraviglioso bacio che la nostra cara (T/n) ha condiviso con un perfetto sconosciuto! Ora scusatemi- sbottò, livido. Tutta la sala comune di Grifondoro aveva gli occhi puntati su di lui. James recuperò la sua borsa e, sbattendo la propria spalla contro quella di (T/n), se ne andò.

-Ramoso!- gridò Sirius. (T/n) mormorò una scusa e gli corse dietro.

 Il vento scompigliava i capelli scuri di James mentre faceva il giro del Lago Nero. Aveva sbagliato, lo sapeva, ma non poteva più sopportare quel peso enorme sul petto. Desiderava da morire fregarsene, ma semplicemente non poteva. (T/n) significava tutto per lui e sperava che lei se ne fosse accorta dopo tutti quegli anni passati ad ammirarla da lontano, ad amarla in silenzio.

-James!- si sentì chiamare. Oh no, pensò. Si girò e vide (T/n) correre verso di lui, i capelli che danzavano mossi dal vento. Lo stomaco gli si serrò.

-(T/n) io… mi dispiace okay? Ho dato di matto e ora mi sento un perfetto idiota. Solo che…-. (T/n) alzò le sopracciglia e incrociò le braccia.

-Solo che?

James respirò a fondo.

-Solo che tu mi piaci davvero e sono morto dalla gelosia quando…- (T/n) scoppiò a ridere e James aggrottò la fronte, perplesso.

-Davvero ti piaccio?- chiese (T/n) quando si fu ripresa. Lui annuì. (T/n) sorrise e il viso le si illuminò, James la fissò  ammirato. Si era sempre chiesto se una singola persona potesse essere bella, intelligente, simpatica e generosa allo stesso tempo, ma a quanto pareva (T/n) ci riusciva.

-James, non c’è nulla di cui essere geloso, in realtà. Ho baciato te quella sera, ma credo tu lo abbia dimenticato, il che, se vuoi, può essere abbastanza comico.- disse quando vide che l’espressione confusa non lasciava il volto del ragazzo. Una gioia indescrivibile lo invase improvvisamente e, senza nemmeno rendersene conto, si stavano baciando. Le labbra morbide di (T/n) sulle sue gli riportarono alla mente quei pochi secondi di Capodanno, quando il bacio sapeva di alcool e di desiderio. Ma ora era diverso, più intimo, più calmo e dolce. James era attento, ogni più piccola parte di lui concentrata su loro due soltanto.

Chapter 1 : Kingscross Station

September 1975 King’s cross Station, England

Blathnaid POV

Getting to King’s cross Station was always difficult. I had to get to the portkey on time, but with Mother always fussing about my appearance. I hurry with my luggage, bag full of books and my guitar. I look like I was going on holidays. Well not exactly! I’m a witch you see! And I need to get to get to platform 9¾. It doesn’t exist you say? I’ll let you in on a little secret… It does! It is located between platforms 9 and 10, you just go through the wall and voila! I’m currently doing that with my pet fox-squirrel Teto.

I can see it! The Hogwarts Express, it’s recognizable red color with its impressive black smoke coming out of it, here to take me home! I walked to my compartment to find Eireann already there. She is one of my best friends. She is a muggleborn Hufflepuff! What is a muggleborn? Oh well it’s someone like me! Who have non magical parents! She lives in Cork, Ireland with her parents who are writers and artists. She has blond hair and blue eyes. She has a younger sister who is in the same house as her. Eireann looked up to see me.