𝙹𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝙿𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙾𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜

New In Town

A week after moving to a new town, you meet James Potter, a sweet farmer who is just your type — farmer!james x fem!reader

Warnings: n/a

Words: 1.1k 

a/n: I'm back with my favourite au! idk what it is about farmer!james but I just love him so much it's crazy

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The farmer's market was an incredibly common activity for James and his family. Really, it was a common occurrence for almost everyone in the little rural town.

Everyone with something to sell or trade would bring it down to a stall and barter with each other for whatever they wanted or needed. It was the same thing every week, but that was okay with James. He was used to routine; that was just the life he was given.

"James, dear, can you go for a walk and pick up everything from this list?" Euphemia asked, holding out a folded piece of brown paper and a wad of cash.

This exchange also happened every week. Once the morning crowds started dying down, Euphemia and Fleamont would give their son a list of everything they needed from the market and he would go get it all for the family.

And like the nice boy his parents raised him to be, James accepted the paper and the money, then began shopping.

As James started to walk, he quickly scanned the list and was not surprised to see that it was the exact same as almost every week, give or take a few items. When he looked up again, however, was when he saw something that set today apart from every other farmer's market trip.

He stopped in his tracks, stunned after seeing a girl around his age—a pretty one—selling jam at a stall that, just two weeks ago, was run by an old couple who sold dried fruit.

Without thinking of what he was going to say or do, his legs started walking towards the stall, leaving his head behind him—as if he used his head much anyway.

You looked up from the customer you just sold 2 jars of marmalade to and saw a tall boy with dark curls striding towards you. He stopped in front of you after almost tripping over his own feet the whole way over.

He was cute—really cute—but you had to remind yourself that you were here to sell jams for your family, not to flirt. Although, a little flirting has never hurt anyone...

"Hi! What can I get for you?" You asked, giving him your nicest smile.

"You're new." He stated, much more bluntly than he wanted.

James could have sworn that, before that moment, he was actually quite smooth. Something about seeing you for the first time just made him turn to mush.

"I am. Is that a problem?"

"No! No problem at all!" He shook his head, which caused his dark curls to bounce as they followed his movements. "I just haven't seen you around and thought I should introduce myself."

He held out his hand—his nice, strong hand—and you reached over your family's display of jams to shake it.

"I'm James. My family runs Potter Farms, we've got a stall over there and a farm on the other side of town. You must be close to the bridge, right? That's not too far from me."

The boy must have seen your eyes widen slightly when he accurately guessed where you were living, so he quickly explained himself.

"I just assumed, you know, since you're at the stall previously taken up by the old couple who lived at the farm before you."

You nodded, relieved that this cute boy standing in front of you hadn't been stalking you since you moved in. And James was relieved that you hadn't thought of him as a creep because of the way he was stumbling over you.

"Yeah, we just moved in about a week ago. It's nice over here."

The two of you talked for a while about everything under the sun, taking brief breaks to do your job and sell jam every time a customer walked up to the booth. James even helped pitch your product, even though he had never tried it himself.

Then, when James was floating the idea of bringing some of his family's products as a housewarming gift, he took a glance at his watch and realized he had been 'shopping' for way too long. His parents were waiting for him, and he was here flirting. Although, he considered it time well spent nevertheless.

"Oh no, I have to go. I promised my parents I'd be back soon, then I lost track of time, for obvious reasons." He said, standing up straight.

"You're not going to leave without buying something, are you? I'll give it to you for half-price as thanks for being so nice to me."

You smiled at him, twisting one lock of your hair that wasn't pulled back up like the rest. And how could he say no to that?

"I wouldn't even think about leaving without buying something." He looked at the selection and picked up a jar of cherry preserves. "I'll take this one."

"Good choice, it's my favourite." You replied.

He fished some money out of his pocket and handed it over to you—the full cost, even though you told him you'd give him a discount.

"And will I see you here next week? Or maybe even before then, if you want?"

You felt blood rushing to your face as you tried to hold back the massive smile you were feeling once he asked that.

"Yeah, I'd like that a lot. Here, hold on for one second..."

You turned around to grab a pen and a blank price tag from your bag behind you, and then returned to see James still there, standing like a puppy dog waiting for a treat.

Quickly, you sprawled your name and phone number, decorating the writing by adding a heart beside it. You held it out along with half of the money James had just given you, the other half having gone to the breast pocket of your overalls.

"That's for you. You already know where I live so I don't need to give you my address." You joked as he emptied your hand. "It was really nice meeting you."

"Yeah, you too. I'll see you."

He turned around and started walking away, free to put on the biggest smile he could. He couldn't believe that he had gotten himself together well enough to properly flirt with you. And well enough that he got your number, too? He even surprised himself.

Once he was out of earshot, your mom turned to you with a grin. "I see you've made a friend already." She commented.

"Yeah, I have." You bit your lip, hoping you and James would be more than friends.

When James finally returned to his family's market stall with all the items on his list, both of his parents had their arms crossed, waiting for the boy.

"What took you so long?" His mother asked. "We thought you'd somehow gotten lost."

"I made a new friend." He replied, hoping for the same thing as you. 

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