Multifandom Oneshots

James Sirius Potter x Reader

"Grandma invited you to Christmas dinner." Roxanne Weasley tells you at breakfast.
"What?" James asks.
"Problem, Potter?" You cock an eyebrow.
"Not at all, babe." He shrugs and turns back to his food.
"Yeah, that's what I thought." You shoot back.
"Ew, James. Gross." Roxy says.
He shrugs and shoots a grin.
"So, are you gonna come?" Roxy presses on with you, ignoring her cousin.
"I always do."
"Good. We can band together to fight the Dark Side."
"Oh, I'm the Dark Side now?" James asks.
"Oh, yes, honey." You smile sweetly.
"You and Fred. And you--" Roxy points at you, "If you keep this up, you'll be with them."
You laugh and return to your food.
"Mum said you can stay for break if you want."
"Sounds good." You agree.

You're walking down the hall to Gryffindor Tower after your last day of classes before break.
"Boo!" Someone shouts, jumping out from behind a corner.
You blink at none other than James Potter.
"Did I scare you?"
"No." You keep walking.
"You could at least tell me yes for my ego. Or, you know, something else could work too." He winks.
"Looking good, Potter." You laugh.
"Right back at you." He winks and does the fingerguns thing with a click of his tongue.
"Yeah, I know. Is your ego boosted enough?"
"Almost."
"Find solace while you pack. We leave tomorrow." You flit off to the girls' dormitories before he can say anything else, because now your heart's pounding, and what used to be mutual harmless flirtation was now not so platonic and unrequited, most likely, on one side.

You're sitting in a train compartment waiting to leave when James walks in, shutting the door.
You raise your eyebrows.
He responds with a similar eyebrow raise and takes a seat across from you, kicking his feet up onto your legs.
"No." You say, and he removes them.
Roxy opens the door, only for James to jump up. "Entrance denied!" He yells, blocking the way.
Roxy gives you a questioning look over his shoulder, and you just shrug.
"And why not?" She asks him.
"Because your friend and I were about to begin things that nobody else should--"
"Let her in." You interrupt and dig around in a bag to hide your pink cheeks.
"Admit it, Y/L/N." James says, plopping down next to you and draping his arm around you. "You fancy me."
"Not as much as you fancy yourself." You retort as your best friend sits across from you. She's giving you an evil smirk now, though, because she's onto you.
"While that may be true, you're a close second." James counters.
"Not as much as you fancy me." You shoot him a grin before turning to stare out the window as the train lurches from the station.
"Very true."

"Hey, Y/N." Mrs. Weasley smiles at you. "How are you?"
"I'm good, thank you. And yourself?" You smile back.
"I'm good, thanks. Will you be coming with us?"
"If that's all right." You say awkwardly.
"Of course. You're always welcome." She smiles.
"Hey, Y/N. What's up?" George grins, grabbing your hat off of your head and placing it on his own.
"Hey." You grin.

Christmas Eve, everybody goes to Arthur and Molly Weasley's for dinner.
Lily runs up and hugs you when she sees you're there. "Hey!" She says brightly.
"Hey." You grin back.
At dinner, you, along with the other minors, sit outside while the adults sit inside. You catch Roxy whispering something to Al, who grins and whispers to Rose. Rose whispers to Fred, and he shoots James a grin.
"What?" James asks.
"Oh, are we playing Telephone?" You ask when you catch Hugo giggling at you.
"Nope." He runs off.
Not suspicious at all.
"Hey, Y/N! Come up here!" Rose yells from up the stairs after dinner.
You take your leave of playing Rock Paper Scissors with Lily and go up the stairs. Roxy steps up to walk with you.
"So, don't be mad." She says on the landing, opening a closet door.
"Why would I be--" You begin, but you cut off when she pushes you into a closet. "What the--" You begin again, but a hand covers your mouth.
"Watch what word comes out of your mouth next. You wouldn't want Grandma hearing that one." James Sirius Potter whispers in your ear, removing his hand.
"What's going on?" You ask him.
"Well, your friend and her minions seem to have locked us in a broom closet."
"Thank you, Captain Obvious."
"Sure. Anytime, babe. Might as well give them what they want, though, right?"
"Wrong. I'm not shagging you in your grandparents' broom closet."
"I'd be fine with snogging, but if you insist--"
"I'm not snogging you in your grandparents' broom closet either."
"Your loss." It's dark and you can't see him, but you know he's shrugging and giving his signature grin.
"Won't your parents wonder where you are?"
"No. They won't miss me. Don't your parents wonder where you are when you don't come home the whole break and don't even write a letter?"
"Shut up."
"I'll think about it."
"Roxy?" You call, but there's no answer.
"Looks like your stuck with me." James says.
"No one I'd rather be stuck with." You only half lie, with only a tinge of sarcasm.
"Hey, you too."
"Hey, James?"
"Yeah?"
"Don't laugh."
"Me laugh at you? Never."
"Don't laugh." You repeat.
"Okay."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
"I'm afraid of the dark."
"You're not afraid of the dark." He scoffs.
You say nothing, trying to decide if that should make you angry.
"Oh." He says.
"Yeah."
Instead of mocking you or spouting some shit like "Don't worry, I'll protect you from the monsters," he slips his hand into yours and stays quiet.
"What's the truth about your family?" He asks after a bit.
"They're assholes. What's the truth about yours?"
"You know mine."
"Yes. And you can be your own person, you know."
"I am my own person."
"No you're not. You let your father's and grandfather's legacies define who you are."
"Apparently it's working, though? I've got you wrapped around my finger, huh?"
"James."
"You're wrong. I do have to let them define me."
"Why?"
"Why don't you go home?"
"Because I'm scared."
"Exactly."
"Your parents love you. They'll love you no matter who you are."
There's rustling as he moves to sit beside you, draping his arm around your shoulders but keeping his hand in yours, so that your arm's at an odd angle, but you don't mind. You take a chance and put your head on his shoulder, which he responds to by squeezing your hand.
"They may. I dunno. But either way, they'll love me more if I'm who they want me to be."
"They want you to be happy more than they want to dictate your life, I'm sure."
"Who says I'm not happy?"
"Nobody. Just that you refuse to show who you really are."
"To be clear, I'm only having this conversation because we're locked in a closet and you're scared of the dark and holding my hand." He says.
"Yeah. Me too."
"If I was who I wanted to me, nobody'd want me around."
"I promise that if you're who you want to be, I'd want you around."
"You don't want to me around now." He laughs.
You shrug. "Eh."
"Your turn to spill your guts."
"I haven't any secrets."
"Yes you do."
"I don't."
"Why are you afraid to go home?"
"Who says I'm afraid to go home?"
"You did."
"I did?"
"Yep."
"Oh."
"It's okay, you don't have to share. I mean, I did just spill my guts to you and it's only fair, but..."
"Guilt trip received."
"Good."
"My dad's kind of an angry alcoholic."
"What do you mean?" His arm tightens around you.
"Nothing." You shrug.
"Does Roxy know?"
"No--"
"Why not? You could just live with her and never go back there. Does he hurt you? Don't you have Muggle siblings? What about them? Are they okay? And your mum?"
"Just my older brother. He moved out though. My mum's never home. I think she's a slut or something."
"Damn, Y/N. Why didn't you tell me?" We can tell my parents. They can help--"
"There's no reason to tell your parents, James. I'm fine. I'll be out in a year, anyways." You shrug.
"How can you be fine with it?"
"It's not a big deal."
"Okay, maybe you're fine with it, but I'm not."
"You don't always have to be a domineering hero."
"What other kind of hero is there?" He laughs only slightly.
"The gentle kind."
"And what does the gentle hero do?"
"The gentle hero sits quietly in the broom closet with the damsel in distress and hugs her."
"I can deal with that." He wraps his other arm around you.
"Are we going to forget about all this once we get out of here?" You ask quietly.
"Only if you want to. Do you?"
"No."
"Good. Neither do I."

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