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lizpottersworld · 2 months
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౨ৎ an eternity of love (james potter x reader)
summary: what if the marauders survived and starting their own families. james and you were expecting a baby, and james had a little surprise that you had only dreamed of.
pairing(s): james potter x reader, james potter x sirius black (platonic), remus lupin x james (platonic), lily evans x reader (platonic) marlene mckinnon x reader (platonic)
i loved writing this!!! it was so fun, and don’t forget to request any scenarios or imagines here!
Starting a family was a dream that you and james had always discussed about wanting, yearning to have your very own one day. Even from the first year of your relationship it was a big goal you always hoped you and james would reach, and when it came to graduating school and hitting your three year mark together it only seemed right.
Not to mention the war that had also happened during that time period, that you and the order had barely won. And after the near loss, it only made you and james even more desperate for a family and a promised forever together.
So naturally when you had fallen pregnant, and expecting in the late months of the year it was like everything was going right for once. After living a rough last few years of being a young adult, being graced with a baby that you two always dreamed of was a unsaid miracle.
It was a step closer to what the two of you had hoped for when you left Hogwarts.
“I think you should wear this one.” lily and marlene had attempted to persuade you for the past hour. they both suggested a white floral printed dress that accentuated your baby bump and had been persistent that it was the one you should wear on your date with james that day.
“That way it’s like a first date out with baby.” lily commented, smiling crazily at her confused friend. Marlene only enthusiastically nodded her head at the redhead’s words, also glancing at the clock on the wall.
You hummed and bit your lip, moving around in the mirror at the stunning dress that the girls had helped you pick out and buy a few mere months ago. “Okay, the dress is gorgeous, i agree.” You nodded, turning back around to the squealing girls.
“Shoe time? We need to hurry, we don’t want to make you late.” Marlene explained, moving around the many clothes on the floor, to the wardrobe. “And, James wanted me to give you these.” She added, digging out a pink box containing the most beautiful shoes you had ever seen.
You audibly gasped, taking the shoes from the box and sitting down to eagerly put them on. “These are stunning.” You gaped, admiring the silk bow detailing.
Lily passed you your simple white handbag, and then ushered you through the door of your bedroom to down the stairs in the hallway.
Standing at the front door was a handsome but anxious James, holding a bouquet of your favourite flowers and an adoring cheeky grin on his face. “Darling, you look — woah.” He started, eyes tracing mindlessly over every little detail and beauty of you.
Your cheeks flushed and your eyes averted to James’ outfit too. A white buttoned down t-shirt with the sleeves rolled effortlessly up his toned arms, broad chest and muscular arms flexing out anywhere they could. He also had black some-what smart trousers on, hugging his bulky thighs that you adored. “So do you, handsome.” You smirked, eyes finding his again.
He brought his arm out to bring you closer to him, your arms naturally finding its way around his back as he rubbed circles into your shoulders. Lily had gracefully taken the flowers off of him, presumably going to place them into a fresh vase of water. Marlene admired the two of you, sending a wink James’ way as he mouthed a grateful thank you to her.
“We better get going, love.” He reminded you, as he glanced over at the watch on his wrist. Which had always never worked, as he couldn’t be bothered to fix it, always saying that there wasn’t ever anything important to be worried of being late to. But from today, he seemed to have a fully functional watch.
You stepped out of your random thoughts and back into reality and your gorgeous boyfriend that stood in front of you. As you nodded, he interlocked his hand with yours, walking out of Lily’s house and to his car on the driveway.
“Have fun, you two!” Marlene practically screamed, partly-hiding a stressed lily who was putting her shoes on with her special camera laid next to her on the stairs step. You barely had time to think or question as you approached the passenger door to his car, saying your own goodbyes, sitting comfortably in the front.
James had promised that today’s date was a complete surprise and that you weren’t allowed any hints of what was to come, which made the night even more special and exciting. Apart from the dress code of a lovely dress, thats all he had given you. Despite his want to spill and tell you everything like he somehow usually always did.
After a twenty minute car ride you seemed to have arrived, partly finding the location familiar but not completely certain whilst being bombarded with the emotion of excitement. Every date or even normal typical day with James was like this. Filled with love and excitement.
“Sweetheart, be careful as we walk around here.” James lovingly warned you as you two approached the sand. Wisely, you had stopped to unbuckle your heels to hold instead of attempting to walk on the sand with uncomfortable shoes.
As you took in your surroundings, the remembrance found its way to you and thats when you recalled the time you and james had came to this exact beach with your friends after spending a weekend at lily’s house in summer. It was the very day you and him had first said i love you to each other, the day you knew he was it for you and the day he knew you were his forever.
“I remember this beach.” You choked out as the two of you strolled along the sand to the crashing of the waves and the beautiful orangey sunset in the horizon. The two of you stopped, James dropping your hand as he fumbled around in his trousers pocket. You looked around and swore you saw the figures of your friends in the bushes. And thats when you knew.
“James.” Your voice cracked, looking back at your boyfriend who was now on one knee holding out a velvet box with a shimmering stone ring in it. Tears immediately formed and streamed down your face as your hands attempted to wipe them away.
“Y/n Y/l/n. You are the best thing to undoubtedly ever happen to me, and i will never forget the day that a Ravenclaw strutted up to me and my friends and scolded us for bumping into her friend in the hallway and i asked her if a date in Hogesmeade would make up for it,” He chuckled as you let out a laugh and a load more of tears, “because if i didn’t, i wouldn’t be here now, begging on my knees for you to marry me and officially become Mrs Potter,” he continued, taking the ring out of the box, “So please, y/n/n, darling, the love of my life, would you do me the honours of becoming my wife?” He asked, head tilting as his curls moved into his face.
Your head immediately nodded before you could even get a word out. “Yes! Yes!” You exclaimed as James grinned, delicately placing the ring on your finger. Cheers and Whoops sounded around you, but you didn’t bother to look as James got up and instantly brought you up into a warming hug, childishly spinning you around by your waist and peppering kisses all over your tear-stained face.
“I love you so much sweetheart, and i always will.” He breathed out in between all the mayhem, looking longingly into your glass-coated eyes.
“And i love you too Jamie, forever and whatever comes after that.” You grinned, pressing a passionate kiss to his cheek as his hands found its way to your baby bump.
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luvliem00ns · 5 months
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That feeling when a fandom got you on a chokehold so bad that you started being active on tumblr again, resurfacing to the streets of tumblr like that one character that everyone thought was dead.
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alarainai · 7 months
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i think james potter deserves to be morally reprehensible actually. i want him to murder people. preferably in the name of love but just for fun as well.
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joanna13 · 4 months
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That feeling when a fandom got you on a chokehold so bad that you started being active on tumblr again, resurfacing to the streets of tumblr like that one character that everyone thought was dead.
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morwap · 2 months
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dentist!husband!james potter
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“open wide baby” he whispered as his fingers slipped into your mouth.
his finger hooked on your cheek as he examined your mouth.
“you’re doing so good sweetheart, stay nice and open for me” he teased, you stared up at your husband and batted your eyelashes.
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prostoshtyka · 1 year
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good old-fashioned lover boy×killer queen dynamic
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skeletorswaifu · 2 months
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Sirius owns a crappy diner and Remus is the cook. James is the regular, Regulus and Lily are the waitresses.
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static-radio-ao3 · 3 months
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@jegulus-microfic // february 4 // prompt: old // words: 619
Regulus reaches up with a sly grin on his face, hands coming to rest on James' chest and smoothing down the imaginary wrinkles in his white button down.
“I quite like being your trophy husband. All I have to do is stand here and be pretty—”
“And we both know how good you are at that,” James says as he leans down to drag his nose along the column of Regulus’ neck, lips following behind.
Regulus hums, a quiet thing. The scratch of James' five o'clock shadow against the sensitive skin of his neck makes blood rush to his head.
“A pretty, young thing for you to show off to all your old friends.” Regulus resists the urge to throw back his head and give James more space to work. Has to remind himself they're in public, although that has never stopped him before.
James' hands tighten where they're resting on Regulus' waist, fingers splayed possessively, just so everyone knows they can look but can't touch.
One hand slips under the hem of Regulus' shirt, settling on his hip. The feel of the cool wedding band against his skin contact makes him shiver and Regulus relishes in the knowledge that James is his.
“My friends aren't that old,” James says with a huff, pulling back from where he was mouthing at Regulus’ pulse point. There's no heat behind the words, though. Only fond amusement.
“Your friends are probably popping Viagra with their morning multivitamins,” Regulus says as he rolls his eyes.
There's violin music filtering through the room, and waiters with trays filled with Champagne weaving their way through the crowd. Although Regulus must admit that the hors d'oeuvres are excellent. He's snagged a few of a platter before dragging James to a secluded corner.
James leans down, tilting his head just so. Regulus knows he could press their lips together in a kiss if he would just tilt his face up to James. It would be so easy, like a flower to the sun.
“A pretty, young thing with a wicked tongue,” James murmurs, the words brushing over Regulus’ lips. They smell a little like Champagne and something sweet.
“You'd know all about that, huh?” He teases, fingers sliding up from where they were still resting on James' chest to the side of his neck where Regulus knows a hickey is hidden beneath the collar. Light catches on the thin wedding band he's wearing around his ring finger. The sight has heat coiling in his stomach.
Something flashes in James' eye, but it's gone before Regulus has the chance to decipher its meaning. Just as well, because the look is swallowed up by lust. The brown of James' iris disappearing, his pupils dilating as if they can't get enough of Regulus.
And Regulus knows he looks good; a silk shirt in a shade of green so dark it looks almost black, a thin layer of gloss on his lips and his curls mussed just so. It's a miracle they even made it out of the bedroom tonight, let alone the house. But James had insisted on coming, told Regulus they couldn't get away with skipping yet another party.
So they showed up and danced and mingled and Regulus watched as James talked to his friends. He always has a hand tucked into the bend of James' elbow, or one of James' arms around his waist or on his shoulders, a comforting weight.
After another moment of silence, eyes locked on each other, Regulus clears his throat. “I want to dance,” he declares.
“That's fine with me,” James says. “I like showing you off.”
Secretly Regulus thinks that he's the one showing off; James the trophy and Regulus the winner.
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lackadaisicallizard · 4 months
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I just saw Wonka and now I can’t stop thinking about James Potter going to see it every few days and telling everyone in the cinema that his husband has a role in the movie.
They don’t realise until like the seventh time that his husband is Willy fucking Wonka.
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EVERYBODY FREEZE
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...we gotta go deeper
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letterstotheflre · 2 years
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what about showing james your costume but he gets so flustered bc it's really slutty hehehe
i changed it a little and did it with bimbo!reader in mind, hope it’s okay<3
“okay, open them!” you instruct giddily, wiggling in place as james uncovers his eyes and flutters them open. it takes him a second to react— his eyes widening and his mouth falling open in surprise. you giggle at his reaction, covering your mouth with your hands. “whaddya think?”
james blinks stupidly. he stares at you up and down, heat rushing to his cheeks when he sees your boobs jiggling behind the pink fuzzy bra as you give him a twirl. “i love it. you look so pretty, baby.” he licks his lower lip. “but uh… what is it exactly?
“a bunny, duh,” you point to the white bunny ears on top of your head like he’s the dumbest person alive. which to be fair, right this very second he might as well be, because all the blood in his brain has rushed directly towards his cock. he can’t think very clearly under this circumstances. “i don’t know if i should keep the heels, though. i think they might be a little too much for the club.”
“wait, wait, wait,” he stops your rambling with a wild shake of his head. “you’re gonna wear that to the party?”
you blink. “obviously.”
james chuckles awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. “baby, i don’t think that’s a good idea.”
he watches your shoulders slump down and his heartstrings twist around themselves. you pout sadly, look down at yourself and play with the hem of your extremely short pink skirt. “you think it’s ugly?”
“no!” he rises to his feet like he’s been electrified by the guilt of making you sad and steps closer so he can cradle your face in his hands. “no, angel. it’s not ugly, it’s just— i feel like you’re a little exposed in that getup, you know?”
your brows furrow. “you’re saying i look like a slut.”
james eyes widen in panic. “no! no, you’re not a slut. what i mean is…” he takes your hand and presses it down against the bulge in his jeans. your face lights up in realisation. “see how hard you made me? and there’s gonna be other guys at this party who’ll definitely get as hard as i am just from looking at you.”
you laugh happily and wrap your arms around his neck, pressing your chest to his, the fuzzy bra tickling him. your bunny ears wiggle in the air as you lean most of your weight on him. “but i just want you, silly! none of those guys will ever get the chance of seeing my bunny tail, only you.”
it’s james turn to be confused— he can’t remember seeing a tail while you modeled for him. “tail?”
you mimic his actions from before and guide his hand under your skirt. you smile giddily once more when his pupils dilate the second he feels the plug sitting snuggly between your ass cheeks. “oh, i love you.”
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where-is-vivian · 1 year
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James, washing the dishes by himself: *hums a song*
Regulus, appearing to his left, and slowly passing a hand around his waist:
James, dropping the plate he was washing: *goes silent*
Regulus: *grins* Thanks for the dishes...
James: Y- you're welcomE...
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gods-graveyard · 5 months
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James Potter, drunk and not knowing he's shifted out of Animagus form
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meowyjean · 6 months
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couldn't stop thinking about the intersections between my current interests, so i made a brainrot venn diagram:
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earlgreymoony · 1 month
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Forgot to post James' birthday post here 🫣 (like always). Oops, here he is
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moonlightdancer26 · 7 months
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Friendly reminder that Snape actually believed Sirius, Remus, and James were in on the werewolf prank and that they all tried to kill him. He believed his bullies were all capable of murder for nearly two decades and had only found out it was just Sirius during the Shrieking Shack scene in Prisoner of Azkaban.
So when you keep this in mind while looking at Snape going to Dumbledore to protect the Potters, remember that Snape thought James had tried to kill him at least once and didn’t care whether he lived or died. I’ve seen a lot of antis criticising him for only seeming to care about Lily because he asked Voldemort to spare only her, but many forget that 1. Harry was 100% going to die, Snape couldn’t ask his Master to not kill the main reason he’s going to the Potters in the first place, that’s a stupid idea. 2. Snape thought James had no problem with killing him (not just not caring if he died, he thought James was actually okay with killing Snape himself) — even putting aside everything else James and Co did to Snape, why would Snape want him to live?
Yet after all that, Snape went to Dumbledore to protect the Potters even though Voldemort had already agreed to spare Lily (the one whose death would break him), showing that he put aside his hatred of James and—to some extent—wanted Lily’s loved ones to be safe as well as Lily. We already know Lily’s happiness meant a lot to Snape, seeing as he automatically never bothered her again once she told him to leave her life after the incident in SWM. But going to Dumbledore, who could’ve easily killed him, in order to secure Lily’s protection would mean to protect the man who—as far as Snape knew—tried to kill him and an infant he never met, even after Voldemort already agreed to do what he wanted (and we see he actually tried to keep his promise, seeing as he gave Lily a choice to step aside, unlike James).
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