#Potter Lake

[booksbydlwhite]

#SampleSunday - Leslie's Curl & Dye: "She doesn't hate me."

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Leslie Baker, owner of Potter Lake's original beauty shop has a muscular, handsome, 6'4" problem. Her college sweetheart, former NBA star Kade "KC" Cavanaugh as moved back to town. His shiny salon- part of the Mayor's plan to gentrify Potter Lake- is killing her business and threatens to bring down both sides of this idyllic Georgia town.

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“What did Leslie have to say about the Mayor? Did she defend him?"

"The opposite. She's not a fan. I haven't heard from her but I think I've got her on my side."

"Surprising, considering she hates you."

I waived Kendrick off as if the very thought was ridiculous. "She doesn't hate me. She's just..."

"Still mad?"

"I don't think she's been mad all these years. I think she's mad again now that we've seen each other. Had some words—”

"And now that your shop being open means hers is in trouble."

"And... yeah, there's that."

[kathrahender]

I need more fics where the villains see how much heroes are suffering and they're like "I wanted to see you hurt. I wanted to defeat you. I wanted you to surrender to me- but this- this is not what I wanted. I did not want to see you shattered"

And after that they're like "Nonononono why do you do this to me? Why are you making me feel emotions? Why are you making me feel compassion for you? I'm not supposed to have mercy on you"

[thebotanicalarcade]

Beatrix Potter

Writer, illustrator, conservationist, natural scientist

For the inaugural Arcade Feature, I'm excited to tell you about Beatrix Potter. Most people (including me) know her best for her picture books-

-which have sold over 250 million copies since they were published in the early 1900s.

Fun fact: In 1903, Peter Rabbit was the first fictional character to be made into a patented stuffed toy, making him the oldest licensed character.

But what really caught my attention is the work she was doing before Peter Rabbit came along.

Beatrix Potter had a scientific eye for detail, and was able to faithfully depict the world around her. In particular, she was interested in mycology.

In 1897, she put forward a paper to the Linnean Society in London... but as a woman was not allowed to be a member of the society nor attend the meeting when her paper was read. When the society's members did not pay much attention to her work, and fearing her samples to be contaminated, Potter withdrew her paper, which became lost. Only after Potter left hundreds of mycological artworks to a museum in the Lake District, UK, on her death in 1943, were her scientific talents recognized... Potter's precise and beautiful paintings and drawings of fungi are now helping modern mycologists in their efforts to identify species.*

Potter eventually moved away from books in favor of land management and farming. She was a prize-winning sheep breeder and a prosperous farmer, and bought several farms surrounding her own to preserve the unique hill country landscape. Much of that land now constitutes the Lake District National Park.

Keep an eye out for more Beatrix Potter throughout the month of February.

* Fry, C., & Wayland, E. (2024). Introduction. In The Botanists’ Library, The Most Important Botanical Books in History (1st ed., pp. 9–10). introduction, Ivy Press.

[starksweasley]

Under the Night Sky // James Potter

Summary: In which James is the perfect match for your stubbornness (fluff)

Word Count: 5278

The tension between James Potter and you had been palpable all day. It was a silly fight, really, born of stress from the looming uncertainty of war, but it left both of you raw and on edge. After a particularly biting exchange in the Gryffindor common room, James stormed out, and you followed suit, each too stubborn to be the first to reconcile.

The Great Lake called to you, a place where you could release your frustration. Its calm waters reflected the starlit sky, a stark contrast to the storm of emotions within you. You sank to the grass near the shore, your knees pulled to your chest as you tried to steady your breath, your fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on the cool blades of grass.

A crunch of footsteps on the gravel path behind you made you glance over your shoulder. James was there, his silhouette lit softly by the moonlight. He hesitated, his hands shoved into his pockets, taking in your figure with a soft sigh before walking closer. His usual confident stride was slower, as if he feared pushing you further away.

"Hey," he said softly, careful not to startle you. His voice held none of the heat from earlier, only a tentative gentleness. He lowered himself to sit beside you. You didn’t turn to look at him but kept your gaze on the water. The silence stretched between you, heavy but not uncomfortable. Finally, he broke it.

"I’m sorry. About earlier," he murmured, nudging your shoulder lightly. His gaze stayed on the rippling water, waiting for your reaction. The slight tension in his jaw betrayed his nervousness, though he tried to hide it.

You glanced at him briefly, your expression unreadable, before looking away again. The cool breeze brushed past, carrying the faint scent of the lake water.

"What? You’re still mad at me?" he teased, though his tone lacked its usual bravado. He shifted slightly, leaning a little closer.

"Obviously," you replied, your tone clipped. You could feel his gaze on you, searching for any sign of forgiveness.

He leaned closer still, his warmth brushing against your arm. "How long are you going to hold this grudge?"

You stayed silent, and he sighed dramatically, running a hand through his unruly dark curls before poking your side. A small smile played on his lips as he tried to coax one from you.

"You’re being stubborn," he groaned, tilting his head to look at you with exaggerated exasperation. "You know, this is terribly unfair."

You bit your lip and looked back at the lake, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a response. His gaze softened as he caught the movement, his smirk growing wider, a hint of giddiness returning to his expression.

"Stop that," he said, his voice dropping slightly. "It’s distracting."

"Good," you shot back, still refusing to look at him.

James let out a low chuckle. "You’re trying to be bratty, aren’t you?" He poked your side again, his grin widening when you rolled your eyes.

With a huff, you pushed yourself to your feet and made your way to the water’s edge, ignoring the way his eyes followed you. The cool grass gave way to damp stones, and you waded in barefoot, letting the icy water sting your skin. The chill was sharp but oddly grounding, helping you shed the lingering tension from earlier.

James’s smile softened as he watched you, his chin resting on his hands. The sight of you in the moonlit water made something stir in his chest, something he’d been too afraid to admit aloud.

"Do you always get this grumpy when we fight?" he called out, his teasing tone returning. 

You ignored him, dunking yourself fully into the lake with an unceremonious splash. When you resurfaced, laughter bubbled from your lips, carried by the cool night air. The water clung to your clothes, darkening the fabric and making it stick to your frame, while droplets glistened like tiny diamonds against your skin.

James’s grin faltered as his breath hitched. His gaze lingered for a moment too long on the way the droplets rolled down your skin, catching the moonlight. Realizing where his thoughts had gone, he shook his head and looked away, his cheeks heating despite the cool breeze. He tugged at the collar of his jumper, as if the air had suddenly grown warmer.

You spread your arms wide and tilted your head back, looking at the sky as laughter continued to spill from you. The tension from earlier seemed to melt away with every ripple of water around you. James couldn’t help but smile at the sight, his heart squeezing painfully in his chest.

"You’re beautiful," he thought but didn’t dare say aloud. The words lingered on the tip of his tongue, heavy with meaning.

When you turned to look at him, his eyes were already on you. Caught staring, he quickly averted his gaze, a sheepish smile tugging at his lips as he rubbed the back of his neck. His nervous fidgeting only added to his charm, and you found it harder to stay annoyed with him.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide the faint smile curling at the edges of your lips as you splashed deeper into the water, your mood visibly brighter now. James watched you with a tenderness he hoped you wouldn’t notice, his heart hammering as he tried to work up the courage to say what he’d been holding back for so long. There was something so magnetic about you. James felt almost ensnared in you, like he was willingly wrapped in a web of your making. His eyes trailed after you, filled with a mix of awe and frustration.

"What?" he asked lightly, raising an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smirk.

"Don’t look at me like that if you’re not going to come join me, Potter," you shot back, your tone light but challenging, your arms spread as the water rippled around you.

James paused, his eyes trailing over your figure in the moonlit lake. He swallowed hard as fleeting thoughts he probably shouldn’t entertain crossed his mind. Clearing his throat, he responded, "Yeah? And why’s that?"

You spun back around, giving him a pointed look. "I’m not giving out any free shows."

A low chuckle escaped him as he took in your playful defiance. The view of your back, with the thin fabric of your shirt clinging to your skin, left little to the imagination, and James had to shake himself out of his thoughts. Standing up, he rolled the cuffs of his trousers to his knees and began walking toward the water.

"Free show, huh? Is that what you think I’m after?" he teased, his voice laced with amusement as the cool water lapped at his feet.

You hummed softly in response, splashing water over your face and letting it drip down, the sound light and carefree. James moved closer, his heart hammering as if your laugh alone had a direct line to it.

Without warning, his hands found your hips, his presence behind you both startling and relieving. He leaned down, his breath warm against your ear. "What if I’m not after a free show?" he murmured, his voice low and intimate as he gently tugged you back, your body pressing against his.

You jumped, the sudden proximity catching you off guard, but his hands held you steady. He couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his lips as he felt you stiffen slightly in his arms.

"Relax," he said softly, one arm wrapping securely around your waist. "Not gonna bite you."

You weren’t so assured, your body still tense against his. James chuckled lightly, his breath brushing your ear. "You’re making me feel like a monster," he teased. 

In a flash of mischief, you turned your face and bit playfully into his bicep. A surprised sound escaped him, and he drew back slightly, his laughter breaking the quiet night. "Didn’t realize I was dealing with such a savage!" he exclaimed, his hands squeezing your waist lightly. "Careful, wouldn’t want to bite off more than you can chew."

"You started it. I’m still mad at you," you retorted, though your smile betrayed your words.

"Oh, please." He scoffed, but his hands remained on your hips, tracing light circles over the damp fabric of your shirt. His touch was both comforting and electrifying, and he leaned closer. "You’re the one who was dancing in the water, knowing full well what effect it would have on me," he murmured, his lips brushing against the curve of your neck.

"I just wanted to be in the lake," you replied, your voice quieter now. "You’ve yet to say sorry."

James sighed softly, his hands trailing upwards, the pads of his fingers grazing your stomach. "Why should I apologize?" he mumbled, placing a gentle nip on your neck, leaving a faint mark that warmed your skin.

"You called me shrill and volatile. That was mean."

"And I apologized for that," he muttered against your neck, his lips finding a sweet spot as he left another light mark. "But you can’t deny you were acting a bit volatile," he drawled, his lips curling into a smirk against your skin. "And you are a bit shrill."

"I am not! And you didn’t apologize!" With a burst of indignation, you shoved him off of you, the water splashing as you broke free.

"Oi!" James stumbled back, his arms flailing before he landed gracelessly on his backside in the shallows, the water soaking his trousers and shirt. His hair flopped wetly into his eyes as he looked up at you, mock indignation painted across his face.

Your laughter rang out, pure and uninhibited, as you watched him struggle. The magic around you seemed to hum with your amusement, the water swirling playfully at your feet. "You so deserved that," you said between giggles, the moonlight catching the sparkle in your eyes. 

James grinned despite himself, his heart pounding at the sight of your joy. The lake water danced around you as if it were alive, responding to your touch. Shaking his head, he pushed himself to his feet, brushing the sand off his damp clothes.

"No? Then what would you call it?" he countered, his tone light as he stumbled toward you, water squelching in his shoes. "Because both those words seem to describe you pretty well right now."

Your frown deepened, and he couldn’t help but laugh at your expression. "That frown just helps prove my case," he added cheekily, reaching out to touch your arm.

You pushed his hand away, your stubbornness flaring up again. "What, you’re still going to be petty about this?" he whined. "C’mon. I’ve already said sorry for calling you shrill."

Huffing, you crossed your arms and stepped around him, your feet splashing as you made your way back toward the shore. James stood there, watching you stomp away, his lips quirking into an amused smile. He couldn’t help but be amused by your pouty behavior, even as his chest clenched with affection.

Giving a sigh, James starts to follow after you, wading through the shallows and onto the sand. His steps are slow, his gaze flicking between the ground and your retreating figure.

Suddenly, you yelp, stumbling as you step on something sharp hidden beneath the sand.

James’s head snaps up, and in an instant, he’s at your side, his arms wrapping around your waist to steady you.

"You okay?" he asks, his hazel eyes scanning you quickly, his grip firm yet gentle.

"Damn glass!" you exclaim, your face scrunched up. "I’m bleeding from a gash on my foot."

James swears under his breath as his eyes drop to your foot. The sight of blood makes his jaw tighten. "Oh crap," he mutters, scooping you into his arms without hesitation.

"Ouch! James!" you squeal, squirming in his hold, but he ignores your protests.

"Hush, darling," he mumbles, adjusting you carefully in his arms. "Hold still, or I’ll drop you."

You continue to squirm, but his grip doesn’t falter as he carries you toward a dry patch of sand. He sets you down gently, crouching beside you as his gaze returns to your injured foot.

"Damn," he murmurs, his brows furrowing as he examines the cut. "It’s pretty deep."

You wince as his fingers gently prod at the wound, and he quickly pulls his hand back. "Just stay still," he says, his tone soft but firm. "Let me grab something."

His eyes scan the area, and he spots a towel someone had left behind. Reaching out, he grabs it and folds it up before returning to you. Your face is scrunched up in pain, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. The sight makes his chest ache.

"It’s okay," he whispers as he gently lifts your leg onto his lap. His movements are slow and deliberate, trying not to cause you more discomfort. You watch as he starts wrapping the towel around your foot, his fingers deft. "You don’t have to do all that," you mumble, your voice wavering. "I know you hate me right now."

James freezes for a moment, his soft eyes flicking up to meet yours. "I don’t hate you," he says, his voice steady but surprisingly tender.

He finishes tying the towel securely around your foot and lowers your leg gently back down. "You’re just annoying," he adds with a smirk, trying to lighten the mood.

You sigh, tears slipping down your cheeks—whether from the pain or his words, even you’re not sure. James notices immediately, his smirk fading as guilt flashes across his face.

"Hey," he says softly, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek. His thumb brushes away a stray tear, the gesture tender and unexpected. "I don’t hate you. I could never hate you."

"You’re sure?" you ask, your voice small as you search his face for any hint of insincerity.

"Of course I’m sure," he replies, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don’t want you to think that. I could never hate you."

He’s suddenly very aware of how close your faces are, his hand still cradling your cheek. The warmth of your skin against his palm sends a jolt through him, but he doesn’t pull away.

"I know I’ve been annoying," you finally admit, your voice trembling. "I’m sorry. I’ve just been so stressed. I swear I’ll tone it down."

James chuckles softly, his thumb lightly brushing your cheek. "You’re alright. It’s okay," he reassures you. "You’re not annoying. You’re just… you."

His words hang in the air, his hand still resting on your cheek as though he’s reluctant to let go.

"Just me?" you ask, tilting your head slightly. "Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"

He smiles, his thumb gently poking your cheek. "It’s a good thing. No one else is quite as difficult to deal with as you," he teases, grinning as you pout in response.

"Sorry," you mumble. "I’m sorry. I know I’m a pain."

"No," James says, his voice softer now as his hand moves to tuck a strand of wet hair behind your ear. "You’re not a pain. You’re like a ball of fire and sunshine."

A grin breaks across your face, and he can’t help but smile back. There’s a strange, almost overwhelming happiness that wells up in his chest every time he sees you smile. His hand remains gently cupping your cheek, his thumb tracing slow, deliberate circles across your skin. The touch is both electrifying, sending a shiver down your spine.

"You know, you look cute when you’re not scowling at me,"

"Oh yeah?" you challenge, raising an eyebrow.

James’s smirk only grows as he leans in slightly. "Yeah. But definitely not as cute as you are when you’re getting mad at me."

The grin on his face widens as he pictures you pouting, your face flushed red with annoyance. His expression is so smug, it’s almost unbearable.

"Don’t make me mad again," you warn, narrowing your eyes at him.

"Why not?" he asks, his chuckle low. His hand stays on your cheek, and he leans in just a fraction more. "But it’s so much fun seeing you all riled up…"

Your glare sharpens, and without warning, you pinch his thigh.

James lets out an uncharacteristically high-pitched squeak, his grip on your cheek tightening slightly as he jolts from the unexpected pain. "Ow!" he exclaims, his free hand instinctively shielding his leg. "What was that for?!"

You flash him a sly grin. "I like seeing you riled up too."

James’s eyes widen, his face a mixture of shock and amusement. "Riled up?!" he repeats incredulously, his voice pitching higher. "I wasn’t riled—ow!" Another yelp escapes him as you pinch his other thigh, the smugness evaporating from his expression.

You laugh loudly and your eyes quickly dart to his lips.

James notices immediately. His heart stutters, a warmth spreading through him that has nothing to do with the cool night air. Your gaze flicks back up to meet his, and his throat feels dry as he swallows. His chest brushes against yours, the proximity making every nerve in his body burn. His hand stays on your cheek, unmoving.

"So, are you gonna make a move, or are you gonna make me do it?" you rasp, your voice low.

James’s eyes crinkle as he grins and cocks his head. 

"Don’t make me ask again," you add impatiently.

He doesn’t need to be told twice. His eyes lock with yours again for a fleeting moment before he closes the gap, his movements almost desperate. His lips press against yours with a hunger that surprises even him.

You smile into the kiss, your hands fisting the fabric of his wet shirt as you yank him closer. The sound he makes—a mix of a hum and a gasp—sends a thrill through you.

His free hand finds its way to your waist, his fingers curling against your skin roughly as he pulls you against him. The water from your damp hair drips onto his face, but he doesn’t seem to care, too consumed by the feel of you. You pull at him, wanting to feel impossibly closer, your lips moving against his with fervor. He tastes like spring rain and lemon, and you can’t get enough. James responds in kind, his kiss deepening as his tongue slides over your lips, seeking more of you.

When your lips part slightly, inviting him in, a low sound rumbles in his throat. His tongue slips into your mouth, exploring, tasting, savoring every second. His hand moves from your cheek to the side of your neck, holding you tightly as his kisses grow more hungry. Your nails dig sharply into his back. 

Finally, you pull away, both of you panting for breath. Your foreheads rest together, and James’s eyes are heavy-lidded, his mind swimming from the intensity of the kiss. He looks at you, dazed, unable to focus on anything but the way your body had fit so perfectly against his.

James’s breath is still uneven as he stares at you, his lips slightly parted, the intensity of the moment lingering between you. Your words break through the haze, pulling his focus back.

"I’m still mad at you," you say, your tone half-teasing, half-serious.

"Mad?" he echoes, his voice more of a pant than anything else. "You’re mad… after I just kissed you like that?"

You smile slyly. "Hey, I kissed you like that."

A small grin tugs at the corners of his mouth, amusement flickering in his eyes. "Oh yeah?"

"You still owe me an apology," you counter, raising an eyebrow.

He rolls his eyes, but his hand stays at your neck, his thumb brushing soothing circles on your damp skin.

"Fine, fine," he mutters. "I’m sorry I called you shrill and volatile… happy?"

"I’m not kissing you again unless you say it like you mean it," you warn, crossing your arms.

James sighs dramatically, feigning frustration, but the smile on his face remains. His hand tightens slightly on your neck as he looks into your eyes. "I’m sorry I called you shrill and volatile," he repeats, his tone quieter, tinged with sincerity. "For the record, I did mean it when I said you were cute, though."

You smile at last. "Okay, I forgive you."

"Oh, thank Merlin," he laughs, relief flooding his features. His grin widens as he leans back slightly. 

You lift your arms with a pout. "Can you carry me back? My foot hurts."

James’s laughter bubbles out as he sees your exaggerated expression. "Seriously?" he jokes. "You don’t want to walk?"

"The cut on my foot hurts," you whine, your pout deepening.

He sighs heavily, though the smile never leaves his face. "God, you’re lazy," he mutters under his breath before stepping forward, his arms circling your waist as he lifts you effortlessly, your legs straddling his hips.

"I’m not! I’m injured," you protest, frowning at him.

"Oh yeah, right. Your little cut," he teases as he adjusts you into a more comfortable position in his arms.

"Fine, put me down if you’re gonna have a tone," you snap, though your voice lacks any real heat.

"Now you’re just being difficult," he says, continuing to walk, his strides steady despite your added weight.

"Put me down, jackass!" you screech, thumping lightly on his back.

"Oh, that’s just rude, you banshee" he cries out, feigning offense. "Here I am, carrying you back even though you’re perfectly capable of hobbling yourself, and you call me a jackass."

Despite his words, James makes no move to set you down, his grip on you firm and secure as he carries you toward the castle. His eyes flicker over your figure, admiring the way your eyes glint even though the sky is dark. He thinks your face is utterly mesmerizing, even when your chin is turned up in that bull-headed way you like to do it.

"You’re so mean," you accuse, pouting as you glance at him from the corner of your eye.

"Me? Mean?" he echoes, his voice mock-indignant, though his lips betray him by twitching upwards.

You give him a single nod and James snickers, unable to hold back his laughter as he watches your overstated expressions. 

"I’m not mean," he teases. "You’re just a little crybaby."

"I am not!"

"Yeah, you are! That pout hasn’t left your face for the last hour.”

"Well, that’s it. I’m not kissing you anymore," you declare, your tone defiant.

"Oh really? I don’t think you can resist me that easily," James says, pulling you closer against his body.

"Watch me," you shoot back.

"Oh, I’m watching, alright," he teases, his gaze flicking over your face. "You’re lucky you’re so cute when you’re mad."

You kick his arm but immediately stiffen as the movement triggers a sting in your foot. James’s laughter falters as clocks the change in your demeanor.

"You okay?" he asks, his tone more serious.

"I’m fine," you mutter, though the pain in your voice is clear.

James doesn’t look convinced. "You sure?"

You shake your head, wincing as a sharp sting burns your foot.

His eyes narrow, and he gently sets you down on a nearby tree stump. The bark bites into your wet skin but you don't give it any notice. Instead, your attention is on the boy on his knees in front of you. He holds out a hand. "Show me your leg," 

Reluctantly, you lift your foot slightly, placing it in James' awaiting hand.  He notices the tremble in your movements and the way blood has seeped through the thin towel wrapping the cut. 

"Looks like it hurts," he mutters, guilt flashing across his features and furrowing his brows. 

Your lip wobbles as another jolt of pain seems to light your nerves on fire, and James immediately notices. The sight of your watery eyes makes his chest ache, a pang of regret settling deep. He reaches forward, gently pulling up your pant leg to inspect the injury more closely. His touch is light, but you still grunt, your leg jerking slightly.

James’s eyes scan over the red, swollen skin near your ankle, his frown deepening. "How bad does it hurt?"

"A little," you reply, though the tremor in your voice betrays you.

He huffs softly, his expression a mix of exasperation and concern. "Your foot’s clearly swollen. It doesn’t look ‘a little’ painful."

He gently presses his fingers against the inflamed skin, testing its sensitivity. You flinch away immediately, and his face tightens as he pulls his hand back.

"Sorry," he murmurs. "Does it just hurt to touch, or does it hurt to walk?"

"I’m fine," you reply quickly, though your face betrays you.

He sighs heavily, "For the love of Merlin, just admit you’re hurt! There’s no need to be so bloody stubborn all the time. It’s clearly hurt, so just admit you’re in pain."

You sigh, relenting. "Okay, well… it does really hurt."

His jaw locks for a moment as he thinks. He reaches down, his hand cradling your injured foot gently. Leaning in, he presses a soft, almost reverent kiss to the top of your foot. The tenderness of the gesture makes your stomach flutter, your breath catching in surprise.

"Alright, I’m going to carry you back the rest of the way to the castle. Don’t even try to argue, or I’ll just tease you."

"No, it’s fine," you reply stubbornly, turning away to limp off.

James groans loudly in play frustration as you start hobbling forward. "Ugh, just stop for a second," he mutters under his breath. In one swift motion, he walks up behind you, scoops you into his arms, and starts carrying you toward the castle.

"Hey!" you giggle.

"I told you not to try to argue," he laughs. His arms tighten around you to hold you securely. 

You sigh and finally rest your head against his chest, your body relaxing against him.

His smile softens as he feels you melt into his hold. "Finally giving up?" he teases.

"No."

"Uh huh. That’s why you’re leaning against my chest and resting your head on me," he says, his grin widening. "Face it, you like being carried."

"Oh, shove off," you retort, your voice muffled against his shirt.

James laughs, the sound vibrating through his chest. "You can be a real pain in the arse sometimes, you know that?"

"So can you," you shoot back.

"Oh, I know I can. I’m fully aware I’m obnoxious," he admits, his tone full of playful arrogance.

He walks a few more paces, then glances down at you with a thoughtful look. "Why are you always so stubborn anyway?"

"I am not," you reply defensively.

"Yeah, you are," he counters. "It’s like, anytime I try to help or do something for you, you just resist and go against me."

After a long moment of thought, you finally whisper, "I don’t want to need anyone.”

"Why not?" he asks, frowning as he looks down at you. "You don’t have to do everything by yourself, you know."

"It just feels like I do.”

"But you don’t," he says firmly. "You have your friends, your family, and you have me. We’re all here to help you. You don’t have to do everything on your own."

"I have you?" you ask, looking up at him with wide eyes.

James sighs dramatically, his gaze softening. "Of course you have me, you daft idiot. We’re dating, aren’t we?"

"We… we are?" you stammer, blinking at him in surprise.

He freezes for a moment, staring at you with incredulity. "Are you messing with me? You’re seriously asking if we’re dating?"

"You never asked me out officially," you mumble, feeling your cheeks heat.

James stares at you for another moment, then lets out a loud scoff of disbelief. "Are you joking?" he asks, his voice a mix of shock and amusement. "After everything that’s happened between us, you thought I had to officially ask you out?!"

"Um… yes?" you reply meekly.

He shakes his head, a disbelieving laugh escaping his lips as he resumes walking. "Unbelievable," he mutters under his breath, though the fond smile on his face gives him away.

James stares down at you, his arms still cradling you securely. "We’ve been sleeping in the same bed together every night. We’ve kissed, gone on dates, I’ve called you mine… and yet you thought I hadn’t actually asked you out?"

He throws his head back, laughing loudly, the sound echoing in the still night. When he looks back at you, there’s disbelief written all over his face. "I can’t believe how oblivious you are, love" he says, still chuckling. " I thought it was pretty goddamn obvious."

"Oh," you mutter, blushing furiously as realization dawns on you.

James grins widely, his amusement shifting into something softer as he sees your cheeks flush. "I can’t believe I actually have to say it… but just to make it fully clear," he continues, his tone growing more serious, his eyes full of affection. "Will you be my girlfriend?"

"Yes, I’ll be your girlfriend," you reply, a shy smile playing on your lips.

"You’re damn right you’re my girlfriend," he says arrogantly, his grin returning. "You’re mine, darling."

"And you’re mine," you reply, your voice steady. You lean forward and press a sweet kiss to his collarbone, and he grins, letting out a quiet, contented sigh. His arms pull you closer instinctively, his embrace full of warmth and possession.

As you rest your head back against his chest, James resumes walking, his steps steady as he carries you toward the castle. He looks down at you with a fond smile, his voice soft as he says, "You know I love you, right?"

"You do?" you ask, breathless.

He chuckles softly, shaking his head in disbelief. "It’s actually quite pathetic how much I love you."

His gaze flickers between your eyes and your lips as he swallows hard. Slowly, he leans down, closing the gap until your lips meet. The kiss devours you, his free hand moving to cup your jaw and hold you in place. He sighs against your lips, deepening the kiss with a fervor that makes your head spin.

Your breath catches. "I love you too," you mutter against his mouth. "So much it’s almost sickening."

His chest heaves as he processes your words, and then a grin spreads across his face—a grin so wide it’s almost blinding. "You really do?" he asks, incredulous and elated all at once.

"I really do," you confirm as you laugh.

He lets out a breathless sound, shaking his head in amazement. "Tell me again," he demands, his voice rough with emotion. "Say it again.”

"I love you," you say, smiling up at him.

He chuckles, his joy spilling out. "Again," he says, a mix of plea and command. 

You kiss him once, then along his face, each kiss punctuated with a soft, "I love you. I love you. I love you."

James groans quietly, his grip on you bruising as he feels your lips against his skin. He’s completely drowning in your affection, his heart swelling with every word.

"Gods, I love you so much," he whispers between kisses.

"Say it again," you repeat his own words back to him.

"I love you," he says, his grin growing. "I love you.” A kiss on your nose. “I love you.” A kiss on your cheek. “I love you.” A kiss on your other cheek.

And as he carries you into the castle, your laughter mingling with his, you both know there’s no place either of you would rather be.

[axxio-sriracha]

The Water Is Fine

A Jegulus Oneshot

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"Come in, the water is fine!" James called to Regulus, his eyes holding a challenge.

Regulus watched him with amusement from the shade of a nearby tree. He didn't swim, this was a fact they all knew well. James, however, didn't seem to care, inviting him for the third time that evening to join them in the lake.

Regulus watched his brother's concerned expression as he swam over to James,

"Mate, you know he doesn't get in the water." He said, "What's the point in trying?"

James brushed him off, his eyes never leaving the boy resting beneath the tree,

"Sure he does." He said it loud enough for Regulus to hear, "He'll get in eventually."

"You're really going to do this right now?" Regulus called back.

He had to admit, he was a little impressed by James' persistence. James shrugged,

"It's as good a time as ever, isn't it?"

Regulus knew the words had double meaning for them, but pretended not to notice as he sighed and stood up, marking his place in his book.

The rest of their groups were there as well. Mary, Lily, Marlene, and Dorcas were having a chicken fight off to the left. Alice, Frank, and Pandora were diving to collect things on the lake's floor. Sirius, James, Peter, and Remus had previosuly been playing catch with a quaffle, before James turned his attention to Regulus instead.

Barty and Evan were... well, we probably should focus too much on them.

They all turned in suprise as Regulus stepped out of his shoes, resignation written on his face, and walked towards the water's edge.

"There he is!" James called grandly, holding his arms out, "The man of the hour! Come join us, the water's nice and warm!"

If they hadn't been shocked before, they definitley were now as Regulus actually stepped into lake.

"Will you shut up already?" Regulus hissed at him, "It's fucking cold, you liar!"

He continued to mutter under his breath as he made his way to James, "Always fucking pissing me off- Never have one good day with my books, can I-"

James waved him off, "Stop whining, you'll get used to it."

"Regulus what are you doing?" Sirius was openly staring at him in shock. Regulus didn't spare him a glance, too focused on where to place his feet,

"Coming over to kill your best friend, that's what I'm doing." He gasped when a place in the water was particularly freezing.

He didn't like the feeling of everyone's eyes on him, since they suddenly decided he was more exciting than whatever it was they were doing before.

He rolled his eyes. He was in the water, so what? Just because none of them had ever seen him step foot in the lake before doesn't mean it was that big of a deal.

"I thought you didn't swim-" Sirius started again, dumbstruck.

"He doesn't." James' smile was bright, the kind of all-consuming smile that made you forget the rest of the world existed.

As Regulus got to waist high waters the familiar trickles of fear started to kick in.

Sirius had a right to be surprised, nothing scared Regulus more than this feeling.

He was toeing the ridge he had been looking for, where safe standing water met the expansive depths underneath. A drop off so sudden he was surprised nobody had died in it yet.

But as he looked up, his heart slowed. He trusted James. James would make sure he was okay.

He watched as James nodded reassuringly, his breathtaking smile easing Regulus' nerves. Regulus nodded back, reminding himself again that James would keep him safe.

So, much to the panic of everyone else, he turned around, leaned back... and fell.

Right off of the ledge and into the drop off. Water splashed up around him. He sunk five- ten feet and falling fast.

Above the waves there were shouts, his friends pushing through the water to save him because, obviously, Regulus couldn't swim.

James, Sirius, Barty, and Mary were the stronger swimmers of the group, the latter three racing against the current to get to him.

But Regulus wasn't waiting for any of them.

In seconds there was a body pressed against his own. Warm hands against smooth skin, the zooming rush of water around them.

Yes, there he was.

James held him against his chest, using magic to propell them quickly through the water. Regulus could never get enough of this feeling, like he was flying.

As they burst up to the surface of the water again he could just barely make out the gasps from their friends.

They flew through the waves, Regulus' hands looked pale against James' tanned back from where he clutched James close.

And they were quite a sight to see, bright smiles and Regulus' shrieks of laughter, James weaved them this way and that, sometimes twirling them up into the air before dropping them back down.

It was a bit of water bending magic James had learned to keep Regulus safe when he was trying to teach him how to swim a few months ago, a deal they'd made in private to save Regulus the embarrassment.

Eventually, when Regulus' fears had proven too great, they'd given up on learning and starting using magic to push them across the waves instead. He and James had come here all the time since then, getting faster and faster at it, James continuing to try out new tricks.

James kept his hands wrapped tightly around Regulus' waist, his own laugh was wild and free.

Regulus leaned happily into James, he could feel James' heart thump rhythmically against his chest.

James rolled them over so Regulus was on his back when he stopped the spell. Regulus gripped James' shoulders tightly, as he always did when James swam them back to the safety of the shore.

This was where James had developed the habit of calling Regulus his starfish, because he held fast onto him when James was swimming; like a starfish to a rock.

Regulus remembered the first time he'd said it, when he'd lectured James for making fun of someone with such a large fear. It turned out to grow on Regulus, and now he could only find the name endearing.

"Show off." Regulus called over the sound of the water, leaning back so he could feel the breeze on his face.

James looked back at him, eyes shining, "Only for you." He smiled.

They made it back to a level Regulus could stand in and James carefully dropped him off, holding him steady until he was sure Regulus was okay.

Sirius stormed over to them, hitting James' arm repeatedly,

"Never. Scare. Me. Like. That. Again." He said, each word punctuated by a punch, "You could have hurt him! What if he'd drowned, Prongs? What then?"

James threw back his head in a laugh, moving to hide behind Regulus,

"I didn't do anything!" He protested. Dodging his next few attempts to attack.

Barty made it to them next, glaring at Regulus,

"I thought you were fucking dying you arsehole!" He shouted, "I had to leave Evan to save you! Do you know how hard that is?"

"Oh the horror. You had to stop making out for three whole seconds." Regulus teased.

"What the hell was that?" Evan demanded as well, looking between James and Regulus as he trudged through the water to the four of them, "I've never seen anything like that before."

James and Regulus shared a look. James cleared his throat,

"We've had some practice." He started slowly, "It's a thing we've been working on-"

"Wait, you've gotten in the water before?" Marlene asked, amazed, as the rest of the group appeared.

"Just a few times." Regulus told them.

"More like every weekend." James snorted, as always beginning to speak before he could think, "You practically begged me last time-"

Regulus cut him off with a threatening look.

Sirius was staring like he was seeing a ghost. Regulus could imagine why, he probably wasn't used to seeing Regulus like this, usually so cut throat and intense, suddenly laughing and beaming and clinging to Sirius' best friend of all people.

"I didn't even know you guys were close." Lily frowned, confused.

Regulus bit back a smile, glancing at James as also he tried and failed to control his expression. The light reflecting off the water made him look even more beautiful.

James wrapped an arm around Regulus' shoulders, "You could say that."

Regulus rolled his eyes again, "Prick." He hissed under his breath. James shot him a flashy grin.

Finally, it seemed to click.

"Holy shit." Barty took a step back, "Evan, they're-"

"I know, B."

"They're-"

"You don't have to say it, B."

"Evan, they're fucking each other!"

Evan sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, "I thought I just told you not to say it?"

"You're together?" Peter called incredolously. James smiled, turning Regulus to face him fully. Regulus knew what was happening even before Jamesx eyes dropped to his lips,

"Jamie, no-" Regulus started, even though he was already melting against his touch.

"Jamie, yes." James replied, all smug smiles and firm hands as he pulled Regulus into a kiss, right there in front of everyone.

Regulus broke, leaning his forehead against his chest when they pulled away.

He'd never felt guilt and relief so simultaniously. It was like a weight lifted off his shoulders just to remind him of all he'd done wrong to get it there.

"You're together?" Sirius repeated quietly, still watching them with that same expression. Remus' hand was placed gently on his back, a motion Regulus often did to James to calm him down. He knew it well, Remus thought Sirius was about to explode.

"We were planning on telling you, it's only been two weeks since we actually got together-" James began nervously.

Regulus swallowed hard, Sirius was the person they'd been most anxious to tell, worried about how he'd react.

"This is fucking amazing." Sirius called, pulling them both into a crushing hug, "Merlin, my brothers! I'm so happy for you both!"

Regulus wasn't sure surprised was quite enough to cover what he was experiencing right now. He needed something more intense, somewhere around the intensity of a nuclear bomb might cover it.

"You're okay with it?" James asked skeptically, his hand intertwining with Regulus' seemingly without thought.

Sirius laughed, "Well it sure as hell beats thinking Regulus was going to drown." He replied, "But, honestly, I'm happy for you guys!"

People took their turns congratulating them, eventually, when the excitement had passed and everyone went back to their own activities again, Regulus turned to James,

"Can we go again?" He asked, giving him the look that he knew made James fold every time.

"Yeah, we can do it again." James laughed, pressing a kiss to his forehead, "I love you."

"I love you too." Regulus smiled, taking a deep breath in as he walked over to the ledge. He nodded to James, who was already muttering the spell under his breath.

And off they went once more, flying through the water in their own peaceful little bubble.

Regulus had never been more happy than he was right then, with James holding him close and all of their friends having fun in the distance. No more secrets. No more lies.

He found Sirius' eyes when James swam them back to the safer water, his smile was filled with approval.

Regulus relaxed against his boyfriend, there was no place on earth he would rather be.

[hitmewithsomebooks]

@jegulus-microfic Jan 10 - lake

160 words

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“James Potter I swear to Merlin, if you don’t stop right now I will drown you in the Black lake.” Regulus threatened, but it didn’t quite have the same effect when his cheeks were flushed a pretty pink.

James grinned at him, all pearly white teeth.

“…and I love your ears, they’re just so cute I don’t know why, I love that freckle right below your bellybutton, the way you play with my fingers when you’re bored, your affinity for flowers, oh, and your voice when you first wake up, and—”

Regulus groaned, dropping to the floor with his face in his hands. James laughed, sitting down next to him and playing with his hair as he continued on.

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“What’s wrong with my brother?” Sirius asked, concern and confusion coating his voice.

“James is telling him all the things he loves about him.” Remus answered.

“Oh. Sappy prats.” Sirius scoffed, rolling his eyes and setting his head in Moony’s lap.

[calamitoustide]

along with the inferi in the cave when Regulus goes there is one creature that doesn't grapple with limbs or scratch skin it shape shifts instead to lure people toward the water making it impossible for them to escape and when Regulus goes to the cave he's sitting on that island for a long time knowing he can't leave, knowing it's only a matter of time, he's exhausted and cold and suddenly James is in front of him bringing his hand to his cheek and talking to him in a soft voice Regulus goes into the water willingly.... he'd follow James anywhere

[lulublack90]

Prompt 24 - The Black Lake

@wolfstarmicrofic November 24, word count 322

The surface of the black lake rippled as Moony lapped the frigid water. He was thirsty after chasing Padfoot for so long through the trees. He’d managed to give his three companions the slip and headed towards the place they never allowed him to go. He stared up at the looming castle and watched as the large wooden entrance door opened. He sniffed the air as someone emerged. His ears pricked forward, and his pupils dilated. He took off at a tremendous speed. His muscles and tendons flexed as he flew across the lawn, building up speed every time his deadly paws slammed into the earth. He was so close, so close, and just as he was about to pounce, something slammed into his side. 

He hurtled sideways, away from his quarry. Padfoot growled at him, low and fierce, as he got back up and tried to get around him. He could smell the thing he was after. It smelt delicious. 

Padfoot growled again as Moony tried to get around him. It was no use. Padfoot kept anticipating what he was going to do. 

Prongs trotted over with Wormtail clinging to his back. The great stag took one look at the situation and charged at the onlooker near the castle door. 

A scream rang out across the grounds and then the door slammed shut, blocking out the screams and the light that had poured from it. 

Back in total darkness, with no chance of getting what he’d been chasing, Moony allowed Padfoot to lead him back to the violent tree and down into the hated place. He could feel the sun coming. Padfoot nudged him towards the bed, and he curled up on the soft mattress. Padfoot came and curled up next to him. They fell asleep and the last thing Moony remembered was Padfoot lazily licking him. So what if he’d lost his quarry? He had his best friend with him. 

[yuripira4e]

I love the trope of “kid without a mother/father figure discovers magical world and gains 4 of them”

[versailles-black]

Doubt mermaids find us that interesting…

This was inspired by @paperback-parchment post!

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This was supposed to be a mini comic but my iPad was ready to commit su*c*de by the second panel, so yeah… have this lonesome scene instead 😮‍💨

Ps, if you zoom in you can see my tears hahaha 🥲

Ps ps, the mermaid is my own design because I didn’t want to show a normal regular mermaid (I just don’t think they fit as Black Lake mermaids) and I did not want to use the mermaids in the HP movies (because they’re too ugly 😭)

[soupyloopyx]

hiking (marauders' version) - part 1

Sirius, looking ahead: this view is beautiful. i think it's the most beautiful thing i've ever seen

Remus, looking at Sirius: no, i'm looking at the most beautiful thing right now

Sirius, blushing: awwwww, remus! you're-

Remus: that lake behind you is MAJESTIC

[booksbydlwhite]

Home for the Holidays is LIVE!

I am thrilled to share that Potter Lake Small Town Romance novella 3.5, Home for the Holidays, is LIVE!

Welcome back to Potter Lake

"I need to be clear that I like this. I need this, especially on a day like today, but...”

“That’s all it is, Satisfying a need."

Reid Gallagher hasn't returned to Potter Lake because he misses his family, or because he wonders how his hometown has fared since he left. After many years away, this visit is strictly business....until he meets Sabrina.

Sabrina Ward's crumbling marriage drives her to the peace and solace of her Aunt Cara’s comfortable home in a slow, southern town. Her stay was always going to be temporary, but for Reid, she might consider an extended stay.

As the first snow blankets Potter Lake in a winter wonderland, Sabrina and Reid give in to an inconvenient yet irresistible spark of attraction. With Reid's departure looming, a lucrative opportunity could turn a casual holiday fling into a chance at love.

Come for the festive holiday vibes... stay for a steamy love story and the charm of Potter Lake, where second chances aren’t just possible; they’re inevitable. Home for the Holidays is a heartwarming novella, perfect for fans of seasonal Hallmark movies and the magic of the season.

Content Warnings: Divorce, adult language and sexual content including depictions of sex acts on the page. If any of these are a stop sign for you, I encourage you to engage in self care and choose another title.

This title will be exclusively available at my website store through the end of 2023. An epilogue will follow soon and will be made available to newsletter subscribers. 

[logolepsy-babble]

[elilelibeli]

slight nsfw: Reg just has some filthy realizations about James

Sirius nagged and nagged “Regulus you have to hang out with my friends” and “Reggie come out with us” and “go with us to the party” and the answer was always an eye roll and a firm no, until Sirius put his foot down (he literally physically thumped his foot like a toddler) and forced Regulus to go with him to the lake.

This is how Regulus found himself on a big rock, under the sun surrounded by trees on a warm Saturday afternoon. It started with fishing, he obviously did not participate (he would rather die than touch those sluggy bait warms thank you very much) but Sirius and his usually very, very loud friends kept quiet to not scare the fish away so at least that was a nice start of the day.

Fishing lasted all morning until it was unbearable to stay under the sun without evaporating, so James declared that section of the day done and quickly jumped into the lake. Soon enough boys all joined James in the water and the quiet portion of the day was unfortunately done. There was lots of splashing, lots of yelling, jumping and water wrestling after that.

Regulus continued to bask under the sun, switching from listening to music, reading or sketching in his notebook. He only went under water when boys went to try jumping from the further away cliff. The nap after cooling down at the lake was one of the more incredible ones Regulus had taken, so he wasn’t too happy with being woken up.

The boys had returned and brought all the buzzing noise with them, laughing while rustling through the picnic baskets and bags.

When Regulus opened his eyes he saw James with a plate full of fruit between his legs. James was laughing at Peter and Sirius trying to find something in the bag, until he grabbed a peach and took a bite.

Now Regulus had seen art, he had visited world’s best museums, he had been to galleries, exhibitions. He had seen ballets, operas, performances. He had seen them all but what he was seeing now was beyond any artistic ability to express.

Biting of a fruit shouldn’t have been as beautiful, it was something so ordinary something everyone did, however the way James’s fingers curved around that peach or how his lips plumped around the fruit was so far from the ordinary it would be a disrespect to hang it even in the Louvre.

Regulus had also seen porn, he had read it too. Obscene descriptions, filthy scenes. He thought he had encountered the most lustfully attractive moments before, but the way the sweet, sticky drop of the perfectly ripe peach rolled down from James’s lips to his jaw was the most profane and knee buckling thing he had ever seen.

His eyes stuck on that drop, transfixed as he watched it slowly, oh so slowly travel down on James’s neck, slide from his collarbone to his nipple. Oh what wouldn’t Regulus give if he could just follow that drop with his tongue. Now, that was the path he would happily follow everyday. The drop was almost mocking him now, touching James everywhere Regulus realized he wanted to touch, his toned, beautifully, beautifully sun kissed stomach. And when the drop neared the line of James’s hips, at that divine curve Regulus’s stares became so intense James’s probably felt them burn holes through him and looked at Regulus.

“Hey Reggie want some?” He asked waving a peach with a big chunk bitten out of it and smiling that big shiny smile of his.

And Regulus did, oh how he wanted not just some but everything. The droplet of peach now forgotten but forever highlighting the desires of poor, breathtaken Regulus.

[i-only-do-the-finnimum]

"I'm all yours, James. All of me. You could do anything to me."  "Then let me love you," James begs.

Quote from: Best Friend's Brother - Bizarrestars

[huariqueje]

The Lake Discrict in January - Peter Brook.

British,  1927-2009

Oil on canvas,  27.9 x 35.6 cm.