hi Mae!! I saw your comment about camp counselor James and after sitting out for 5 hours in the heat, I feel the same. Could you maybe write something with him teaching reader how to swim over the summer but shes too busy ogling him?
Thank you!!
Hi angel, thank you for requesting! I did this slightly differently but I think the important bits are still there
a/n: Please do not misconstrue my participation in the marauders fandom as support of JKR. If you’re new here and want to participate in the fandom, I encourage you to do so without participating in anything that would provide financial gain to her or her transphobic agendas
camp counselor!james x fem!reader ♡ 882 words
“Okay, so the wall’s going to help us keep our head up, yeah?”
Amina, clinging to the edge of the pool dearly, nods.
“Perfect.” James smiles at her. His ease in the water and confident tone emanate reassurance. “Are you getting sick of me ordering you about yet?”
Amina laughs. “No.”
James pffts. “You don’t have to protect my feelings.” He makes eye contact with you where you’re sitting on the edge of the pool nearby, your legs swishing idly in the water. James’ eyes glint with a conspiratorial sort of look you haven’t quite figured out how to interpret yet but makes your stomach swoop every time.
Ostensibly, you’re here because you want to be certified as a swim instructor, like James is. Amina is also your camper, the only one this session who showed up without already knowing how to swim, and so your boss thought it would be helpful for you to observe her daily lessons with James. These are all very true and practical reasons for your being here.
Another one is that you’d been so shocked at James’ handsomeness the first day you met that you hadn’t said a word to him for fear of embarrassing yourself, and still he’d been friendly enough to come over to you in the mess hall that night to try and make friends. You have more than one reason for wanting to be around him.
“Well, you have a golden opportunity here,” says James, his eyes leaving yours after a drawn-out second to focus on Amina. “I’m going to step back here, and I want you to kick your legs and splash me in the face as hard as you can. Okay?”
Amina nods. You press your lips together as James puts on a good show of dread, stepping behind her and helping to lift her ankles to the surface. “Ready?” he asks, a put upon waver in his voice. “Go!”
Amina starts kicking, and James throws up his hands, pretending to fall back.
“Ah, oh my god! You’re so strong! I bet if you kicked with your whole legs instead of just your feet it’d be—woah, yeah. Wow, you’re drowning me back here!”
Seemingly for effect, James does allow himself to get completely soaked. By the time he tells Amina to stop, his curly hair is dripping and slickened in spots to his forehead and his chest shines with tiny water droplets. You do not get at all distracted by either of these observable facts.
“That was brilliant,” he says, helping Amina off the wall so she can find her footing again in the shallow end. “We’re almost done for the day, but before you go I want to practice floating one more time, alright?”
You watch your camper’s expression cloud over. They practice this at the end of every lesson, but it’s the skill Amina struggles with the most. James’ eyes seek you out.
“Maybe y/n can help us out today,” he says. “What do you think?”
“Yes!” Amina agrees excitedly, while you tilt your head at him.
“Me?”
James nods. “Do you mind hopping in? I need a floater.”
You shrug, standing to strip out of your clothes to the one-piece you wear underneath. It’s not a sultry process, but you’re conscious of how on display you are as you slide your shorts down your hips, stepping out of them. You accidentally meet James’ eyes when you turn around to get into the pool, and you think his cheeks may be a tad darker than they were a minute before.
Amina cheers as you lower yourself in. James wades over to you. You don’t let yourself notice how he’s become taller than you again now that you’re on even footing.
“I’m going to do with you just like I do with Amina, okay?” he asks, and you nod, knowing what he’s really asking. I’m going to touch you. Will you let me?
You lean back, letting your legs rise to the surface. James’ hands come up under you a moment later. One pressing up lightly beneath your knees, the other at the small of your back. Making like he’s holding you up even when you don’t need for him to. James grins down at you, his face blotting out the sun, then looks up to say something to Amina you can’t hear with your ears below the surface of the water.
You don’t really know what to look at. It feels silly to close your eyes, so you keep looking at James. At the shape of his neck, the way his jaw casts the top half of it in shadow, the sun-warmed shelf of his shoulders. His voice is a lulling, indistinct thrum.
After a minute, his hands fall away, showing Amina how you float on your own, and a short while later James is tapping your shoulder to signal that you can stand up.
“That was some superb floating,” he praises as water empties from your ears. “But I think you can show her up, Mina, what do you say?”
You back out of their way, but James grabs your arm.
“Don’t go far,” he says, his hand warm around your wrist. “We might need you again.”
Something in the readers cabin breaks (door, shelf, bed etc) and Camp Counsellor James comes into act as a handy man
plus reader going crazy over Jamies veiny arms as he holds a power drill 🤤🤤😋😋
Thanks for requesting!
a/n: Please do not misconstrue my participation in the marauders fandom as support of JKR. If you’re new here and want to participate in the fandom, I encourage you to do so without participating in anything that would provide financial gain to her or her transphobic agendas
camp counselor!James x fem!reader ♡ 488 words
“How’d this happen?” James wriggles the door of your cabin experimentally in its frame.
Sitting on the floor in front of him, you shrug. “Must have been coming loose over time. No one was rough with it or anything.”
Your boyfriend scoffs. “My kids slam the door every time they come in and out, and ours hasn’t fallen off.”
You stick your tongue out at him. James grins and does it back.
Your cabin is at arts and crafts with Sirius, and James has left his in the care of another counselor whilst he helps you with a bit of cabin maintenance. The top hinge of your door tore out of the wall while one of your kids was coming through, the sight of it tilting like it was going to fall on her enough to send your heart vaulting into your throat. The sound of a dozen ten-year-old girls screaming isn’t one anyone at camp wishes to hear again; even though Amos from maintenance was off for the weekend, fixing the door became high enough priority for camp management to hand James a power drill.
You watch him wrestle with the door as he tries to get a screw back into its hole, arms flexing and backlit by the sunlight pouring into your cabin. Sometimes it still floors you that this vision of a man lets you kiss him. Enthusiastically.
“Can I help?” you ask.
James’ eyes flick to you and away again. “Mm, sure. Could you hold it still for me? Just be careful, it might be heavier than you think. Don’t let it pinch your fingers.”
You scoot closer, curling your fingers underneath the smooth wood of the door and lifting upward.
James hums approval. “Thanks, angel.”
You look up to smile at him, and your mouth dries up. The view from down here. You’re looking up James’ torso, at the underside of his jaw as he frowns concentratedly, the bulge of his tricep as he adjusts the door just so. He leans forward a tad, granting you a glimpse up the shadowy inside of his camp t-shirt.
The whirring of the drill feels like a droll mimicry of what’s going through your head.
“Screw?” James extends a hand to you.
You swallow hard. “Hm?”
He glances down. You can only pray your eyes haven’t reconfigured themselves into cartoon hearts. “Can you pass me that other screw there, please?” he asks.
“Oh.” You look around you, nearly dropping the door and crushing your fingers as James feared. You find a small screw hiding beside your shoe. “Here you go.”
His dimple flickers as he takes it from you. “Thanks.”
You nod, wetting your lips. God, you feel like you need to go find your water bottle. The midafternoon heat came on so suddenly.
James sets the door up again, lining up the drill. He’s emanating a quiet smugness. “Focus on the task at hand, lovely.”
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