#SNAKE RING FALLING FROM HIS HAND TO JAMES’S

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I just finished Art Heist, Baby! By @otrtbs Like three hours ago and oh. OH. Listen I went into that book knowing exactly what was going to happen because TikToks a bitch and spoiled me. So I’d been avoiding it for MONTHS.

However: AND🚨SPOILERS BELOW!!🚨

Having read the ending now, I’m kind of mad i put it off for so long!!! Was it sad?? Yes. Did I cry? Also yes. BUT.

I am a HUUUGE sucker for beautiful endings. Not happy endings, those are different. Beautiful endings are endings that can be described as bittersweet, where they’re neither happy nor sad but just LOVELY. This was one of those endings. Regulus dying, and then James going on to live without him, in their house with their paintings and their green and red shutters? That would’ve been a fine ending. But NO. This author had to go the extra mile and give us that heartbreakingly gorgeous epilogue!!

Anybody who knows me knows I am a MASSIVE sucker for “in every life/universe” trope. And Art Heist Baby pulled this?? So beautifully?? Oh, just Reg telling James he couldn’t find a single lifetime where they weren’t together, and then showing him what his favorite was? And them just being together again? Heading off to another life where they’ll meet again? Oh my little heart still can’t take it I think that might’ve been one of my absolute favorite endings ever, I’m tearing up even now just thinking about it.

@otrtbs you are such a talented writer and I admit I was dubious when I saw the MCD tag but OH. AHB is so very much one of my favorite fics now, it just pulled all my heartstrings in the best possible way.

Excuse me while I go cry some more now🥲🥲

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Eternity » Bucky Barnes (AU)

October 1st

Pairings: Vampire/Husband!Bucky Barnes x Wife!Reader

Summary: Bucky decides to turn his wife into a vampire so they can live for eternity.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, brief mention of alcohol, blood, kissing, fingering, unprotected sex, praise kink, breeding kink, pet names (doll, babydoll)

Written on my phone so sorry if there’s any mistakes or typos.

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

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You walked through yours and your husband’s big mansion in search of your husband. You stood in the doorway of the dimly living room to see him sitting in a chair in front of the fire place with a glass of whiskey in his hand.

“I know you’re there.” Bucky says without turning around and looking.

You approached him and stood in front of him.

“Take a seat, my lovely doll.” He says, gesturing to his lap.

You sat on his lap, straddling him. Bucky took in the sight of you. You were wearing a red silk nightgown.

“Have I ever told you how absolutely beautiful you look in red?” He asks, playing with the hem of your nightgown.

“Millions of times.” You giggled.

“Let me tell you a million more then.” He says.

One of Bucky’s hands cupped your cheek, placing his lips on yours and kissed you passionately. You moaned at the slight taste of blood on his lips. You moved your hips against his. Bucky placed his other hand on your hip, helping you move against him.

“Why don’t you be a good girl and take this pretty little thing off.” He says.

You got off of his lap. You slid the straps off of your shoulders, letting the material fall off of your body and pool around your feet. You stepped out of it and straddled his lap again. Bucky’s hands wandered your body. One of his hands snaked in between your legs to your wet pussy. He rubbed his fingers between your wet folds and rubbed your clit in circles.

“Mmm James.” You moaned, tilting your head back.

Bucky took the opportunity to kiss along your shoulder stopping on your neck. His fangs came out, lightly grazing your skin causing you to gasp and send a tingling feeling through your body.

“Tell me what you want, babydoll.” He says.

“Your fingers please.” You say.

You gasped when Bucky slid his middle and ring fingers inside of you. His fingers moved in and out of you at decently fast pace while his thumb rubbed your clit in circles. You clutched his white button up dress shirt in your hands.

“Fuck! Faster please!” You whimpered.

Bucky didn’t need to be told twice. He took your pleasure seriously. He moved his fingers faster.

“Fuck yes!” You moaned.

You grinded yourself on his fingers. His fingers hit that one spot inside of you making your jaw drop and moan loudly

“Oh my god! Fuck, James! Right there!” You moaned.

Your moans echoed through the room. Bucky rubbed your clit faster. You felt your lower abdomen tighten. Your orgasm was coming so fast that it felt like a tidal wave was about to come crashing down on you.

“I’m- oh fuck! I’m gonna cum!” You moaned.

“Cum for me, my sweet doll.” He says.

You moaned his name loudly as you came on his fingers, leaving you a panting mess. You whined when he took his fingers out of you to lick your juices off of his fingers.

“Patience, babydoll. You’ll get what you want.” He lightly chuckles.

Bucky stood up from the chair with you in his arms, laying you on the fuzzy rug in front of the fireplace. He striped himself from his clothes. You licked your lips when you seen his hard cock, leaking with precum. Bucky leaned down, kissing you passionately. He blindly lined his cock up at your entrance, slowly sliding it inside of you, inch by inch making you moan against his lips. Bucky began thrusting at a slow and loving pace. His lips moved down to your neck, leaving kisses and hickeys behind.

“Fuck, I can’t never get enough of you, babydoll.” Bucky whispers in your ear.

You placed one hand on his back and the other on the back of his head, tugging at his hair making him moan at the feeling. You gasped when you felt his fangs gaze your neck making your heart beat faster.

“Want me to turn you, doll? Wanna live for eternity with me and have my babies?” He whispers against your neck.

“Yes!” You gasped. “I want to be yours forever and have your babies!” You moaned.

“Hold on to me and I’ll give you what you want, my sweet babydoll.” He says.

You whimpered at the feeling of Bucky’s fangs piercing your skin. You wrapped your legs around his waist and tightened your grip on him. You felt lightheaded for a few seconds and then you felt like you were on top of the world. Bucky pulled away from your neck with blood on his lips.

“How do you feel, doll?” Bucky asks, looking into your eyes.

“Amazing.” You moaned.

You cupped his stubbly cheek, bringing him down to your lips for a passionate kiss. You moaned at the taste of blood on his lips. That encouraged Bucky to increase his pace. His thrusts were fast and loving now. His hand snaked down to your clit and began rubbing it in circles.

“Oh my- fuck yes, James!” You moaned.

You moaned his name loudly when the tip of his cock hit your sweet spot. You threw your head back, moaning his name.

“Yes! Fuck!” You moaned.

You felt your lower stomach tighten. Your orgasm was coming closer and closer.

“James, I- fuck yes! I’m gonna cum!” You moaned.

“Cum for me, my sweet babydoll.” He says.

His name fell from your lips as you came. Bucky leaned his forehead against your shoulder. His orgasm was approaching him quickly.

“Gonna fill you up so you’ll have so many of my babies.” Bucky panted.

“Yes please! Give me your babies, James!” You moaned.

Bucky moaned your name as he came inside of you, his cum painting your walls. His thrusts came to a slow stop. He laid down on the floor next to you with his cock still inside of you. The two of you panted as you guys looked into each other’s eyes.

“How do you feel, doll?” Bucky asks softly, moving a piece of your hair out of your face.

“Amazing, knowing that I get to live forever with you and have your babies.” You smiled.

“I love you, babydoll.” He says, kissing you passionately.

“I love you too, James.” You say against his lips.

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-Bucky’s Doll

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Touch-Starved - Sirius Black X Female (Wife) Reader

Title: Touch-Starved

Sirius Black X Female (Wife) Reader

Additional Characters: Harry, Remus (Mentioned), James (Mentioned), and Lily (Mentioned)

Requested by: Anon!

WC: 3,285

Warnings: Nightmares, death mentioned, crying, very brief yelling, italics, Pre-Battle of Hogwarts, wife Reader, touch-starved Sirius Black, nicknames, banter, teasing, flirting, Azkaban mentioned briefly, Reader mentioned in a dress once (very brief), alcohol mentioned, spiking pumpkin juice mentioned very briefly, sort of sad, bittersweet, slight angst, and bunches of fluff

It was dark, except for the spotlight on your figure. The tears in your eyes ran down your already wet cheeks like waterfalls, dripping from your chin, falling down, down into the never-ending abyss where you stood, and in which was surrounding you. He tried to move, but his feet wouldn't listen; feeling as if they were stuck, cemented down to the ground that seemed to have no end. He opened his mouth to speak, to cry, but no words escaped, not even sound. His heart began to pound loudly behind his ribcage, hammering against him as if it were trying to escape, the thumping in his ears beginning to ring as he tried again to speak, but still nothing.

It was too hot. The air around him was thick and suffocating, seeming as if it was choking him slowly, the feeling of no air making him gasp and sputter. It was a slow, agonizing death, and he was forced to endure it. The silence was deafening, the only sound was that of your quiet cries and his heavy breathing.

He tried to scream, call out to you, but still; nothing. His eyes flickered over himself before looking over at you, and in a matter of moments, your cries grew louder as you cried hysterically, dropping onto your knees, your hands pressed firmly against your face. Your sobs rang out, echoing throughout the darkness.

From the corners of his eyes, long black, spindling fingers reached out from behind him. A multitude of whispers echoed around him menacingly; the words ‘murderer,’ and ‘monster,’ combined with your agonizing cries. He tried to move to run to you, but he was still unable to, watching in horror and absolute panic as the inky-black arms began to twist and swirl around him; like a snake, constricting its prey. They tighten before pulling him backward, his feet lifting miraculously, stumbling as he was dragged.

"Sirius!" You called out to him, your voice harrowing, searing into his mind as you dug your face deeping into your hands, hunching over, your tears pooling around you in a thick puddle of despair. “Don’t take him away from me!”

"Y/N!" He called out to you, finally finding his voice, but it was too late. The hands were dragging him deeper and deeper into the darkness. He tried to hold on, falling onto his stomach harshly, desperately clawing at the ground that seemed to be getting farther away. The only thing he could do was reach out for you, his hand outstretched and tears brimming the corners of his eyes as he stared at you in fear. You tried to reach back out to him, but it was useless, and before he knew it, slowly his vision began to darken around the corners, his sight becoming blurry, and you fading.

"No!" Sirius shot up from the bed, gasping for air. He looked around the room in a panic, finding himself in his bed in Grimmauld Place. He tried to catch his breath, taking in the scenery around him. The early morning sun shined through the window, the curtains swaying with the wind as it blew in. The room was quiet, the only sound was that of his heavy breathing. He quickly looked to his left, finding the space beside him empty.

Another wave of panic settled in the pit of his stomach as he kicked the covers off of him, sweat almost drenching his sleepwear as he shakily ran a hand through his messy, equally sweat-ridden hair. Moving to the side of the bed, Sirius made his way to stand, to search, and find you, but at your sudden appearance at the bedroom door, he stopped.

"Siri, I heard you yell for me." You spoke, your voice like a godsend, calming the man in question just enough for him to take in a deep breath. You stared at him, surveying him, eyes raking over his slouched figure, and panicked expression before you walked further into the room. "Another nightmare?" You then asked, taking a seat beside him, and turning your body towards him.

Opening his mouth, he almost expected to have a hard time finding his voice, but the words came out soft, "... Yeah..." He answered, voice rough, but audible. "Are you alright?" He then asked, his head turning slightly to look at you, his gaze gentle, tired, and yet worried nonetheless.

“I should be the one asking you that, honey,” You nodded your head nonetheless, bringing your hand up to tuck a strand of his hair behind his ear, your thumb gently brushing against his stubbly cheek as you cupped his face. "I'm fine, Sirius. Do you want to talk about it?" You answered, your smile small, but comforting.

Sirius sighed through his nose, taking your hand from his cheek to hold in his lap, "It was the same from Monday." He muttered, staring down at your hand, his fingers subconsciously fiddling with yours, thumb brushing against your engagement and wedding band.

"Same from Monday? The abyss one?" You asked carefully, shuffling impossibly closer to him, shoulder to shoulder.

"Yeah, but this time, uh, hands came out of nowhere, and were- were dragging me away." He added, swallowing thickly, as he licked his dry lips, "I couldn't reach you. You kept calling for me. You kept screaming for me... You wouldn't stop crying. I- I couldn't do anything." His brows furrowed, a frown settling upon his lips as his eyes brimmed with fresh tears, his breathing becoming heavy as he closed them, trying to push them back.

"Siri..." You whispered, "Sweetheart, it's alright." You turned his face towards you, "It wasn't real, okay? You're safe. I'm safe, and everything is alright." You tried to assure him, moving closer to press a gentle kiss to his cheek, "I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere. And neither are you. You know that me, Harry, Remus, and so many others would do anything to make sure that the Ministry doesn't come after you again. You know that I would do anything.”

"I know... I just- I can't lose you, Y/N." Sirius choked out, "I- I've lost so much already. I can’t lose you again."

"I know... I know... But I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere. It's alright..." You cooed, pulling him into your arms, and hugging him close. He held you back tightly, his hands gripping onto your shirt as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, a shaky breath leaving him.

~~~

The rest of the day was slow. After calming Sirius down, you brought him down to the kitchen; knowing that a good breakfast always helped Sirius after nightmare-filled nights. As you were sizzling some bacon on the stove, you felt two arms wrap themselves around your waist, a nose then pressing into the back of your head; nuzzling slightly in your hair. Sirius said nothing, and so did you, smiling lightly as you continued to cook the food, one hand coming to cover one of his around you. Sirius Black was a strong man, but he still had his fears, and he still had his weaknesses. You weren't a stranger to the nightmares, the night terrors, and the constant worry that he carried around with him. You were plagued with your own nightmares of the Ministry taking him away too.

Being in Azkaban for more than a decade, Sirius came back different. It was inevitable. Back when you both were in school, he was confident - almost arrogantly so - he used to fool around and pull pranks with James. But, all the more, he was brave, loyal, and protective of those whom he called his friends. He was still brave, loyal, and protective, but he was far more complex nowadays, and there was a lot more going on in his head that he didn't always let on. He was still very much Sirius Black - still very flirtatious when he wanted to be - but he had been changed by the experiences he faced in that prison.

You couldn't imagine the horror and the evil he had dealt with in that awful place. To be sentenced and looked at as if he was the villain, someone who had killed two of his best friends, but he wasn't. The thought of him rotting in that place, being tortured, and put through absolute hell made you sick. But, you were glad that he was safe now, and you will continue to make sure that he remained free and safe until the end of your days.

It was a rough journey at first, for both of you, but you gave him time and encouragement. You were always there for him. You will always love him. There was no doubt about that. He was your soulmate, your other half, and your best friend. And even though you could have never predicted that this was how your life would be, you wouldn't change it.

His arms tightened around you slightly, making you blink rapidly out of your thoughts. After escaping Azkaban, and finding you again, the one thing that you noticed so obviously from him was how touch-starved he had seemed. He was always hugging you, holding your hand, cuddling with you, or just simply touching you in some way; almost as if he was making sure you were real or even just because he hadn't seen you - held or touched you - in over a decade. It saddened you, knowing that he had been gone so long, away from you, unable to hold you. You also thought that you were touch-starved too, in a sense that holding him close gave you immense closure. Overall, you were not complaining in the slightest.

"It smells delicious." He mumbled against your hair, making you snort.

"It better, I'm a damn good chef." You teased, reaching out to turn off the stove and pull the pan from the heat. "Bacon, eggs, and toast. Your favorite."

"You're too good to me," Sirius muttered, dropping his face into the dip between your neck and shoulder, "What did I do to deserve you?" He then asked, and you shook your head, placing your hand on his arm. 

"You don't need to deserve me. You've always had me." You reassured him, "I will always be here. No matter what."

"Promise?"

"Promise." You answered, turning your head to press a gentle kiss to his temple, "Now, let's eat, yeah?" You suggested, earning a hum in response, but before you could slip out of his arms, Sirius turned you in his grasp, capturing your lips in a soft, lingering kiss. It lasted for a moment before he pulled away, a small smile on his lips.

"I love you," He whispered, and you blinked slowly, still reeling from the sudden kiss.

"Love you more, Siri." You replied, smiling back at him.

~~~

Later in the day, in the early afternoon, you and Sirius sat in the library; the classical music from the record player softly played in the background. Sirius was on the couch, while you were on the floor in front of him, reading a book quietly that you had been planning to read for the past month, but never had the time for. Sirius's hand was in your hair, gently massaging your scalp as he read the Daily Prophet with the other, his brows furrowed in concentration. You hummed, leaning into his touch, making him glance down at you briefly, his furrowed brows lifting as a small grin twitched at the corner of his lips before he went back to reading. It was nice and peaceful. It was quiet. No worries, no secret meetings. Just peace, comfort, and each other.

As the song came to an end, the next one began to play, your eyes quickly lifting from the words on the page to stare at the record player. A nostalgic smile appeared on your face, your head tilting slightly as you felt Sirius's hand still in your hair. "That's our song..." You muttered, chest warming as you immediately thought about a particular night long ago.

"Our song..." Sirius muttered, his hand slipping from your hair before you felt him move off the couch.

Looking up at him, you raised an eyebrow at the sight of his outstretched hand. "Sirius-"

"Dance with me, my love?" He asked, sounding more like a gentle command, but how could you refuse such an ask?

Unable to stop the giddiness that began to bubble up inside of you, you placed your hand in his, a wide smile growing on your face as you stood. "Gladly." You answered, giggling as he pulled you closer to him, his other hand coming to settle on your waist, while you placed yours on his shoulder. He swayed you both slowly to the music, and you smiled up at him, eyes crinkling as he returned the same look.

"I remember our first dance like it was yesterday." You then muttered, your mind flashing back to that moment. Biting your lip, you couldn't help but laugh at a specific memory that swirled in your mind, "It also reminds me of when you took me to the Yule Ball." You spoke, playful in your tone.

Gasping, Sirius spoke up, "Hey! I was an amazing dancer!"

"Siri, we ended up falling onto the ground." You reminded him, snorting when his face began to heat up.

"You stepped on my foot!" He insisted, letting go of your waist to spin you out, and back into his chest expertly.

"You pulled me too close and spun me so fast I lost my balance and tripped over the hem of my dress!" You giggled, rolling your eyes at the memory as Sirius huffed and rolled his eyes playfully. "Of course, I was going to step on your foot after. I was dizzy."

"We were drunk." He answered insistently as you raised an eyebrow, giving him a look.

"That too, but whose fault was that?"

Glancing away briefly, Sirius shrugged his shoulders, "You can't only blame me. It was James’s idea to spike the pumpkin juice too."

Humming, you slipped your hand out of his, unable to break your gaze away from his as you clasped your hands together behind his neck; subconsciously playing with his soft, dark curls. His own hands fell back to your waist, and you pressed yourself closer against him, leaning up slightly to press a soft kiss to his nose. "That's true," You muttered, "At least you learned how to properly dance before our wedding."

"I was an amazing dancer then too. I only messed up once." Sirius continued to joke, feigning a small pout as your eyes softened. At the small glimpse of Sirius's old self. A warm unknown feeling began to tingle across your skin; more nostalgia with a hint of something else. You missed seeing him like that, happy, confident, and just carefree; joking around. It made you happy to see him like that again. You knew he could never go back to how he was, and you would never want him to.

"I remember." You muttered, sucking in a breath, your eyes glancing down at his lips and back up, "Do you remember our kiss?"

Sirius's pout quickly slipped into a small frown, his gray eyes looking up at the ceiling as if he were in deep thought, but he remembered that kiss perfectly... It was something he couldn't forget, something that he thought of a lot back when he was trapped in his cell doing nothing; it kept him from going insane, the thought of you. "It's hard to forget," He muttered, and your heart began to pound against your ribcage, a flush beginning to creep up your neck, onto your cheeks, and the tips of your ears. "You were a vision," His deep, almost bittersweet-filled voice, and the way his eyes stared down into yours so intently made a shiver run down your spine; the world around you seemed to float away, just like at your wedding - so much so - that you didn't even notice that you both had stopped dancing. Sirius raised his hand, brushing a few stubborn strands of your hair from your face, tucking them behind your ear as his eyes flickered between yours. "So beautiful. Still are."

You felt like you couldn't breathe, your throat felt tight and your chest felt like it was filled with butterflies as you stared up at him. You hadn't felt like that since you first started dating him; that fluttering feeling of new love. Back when you both were still teenagers, not even out of Hogwarts yet. Sirius Black still knew how to make you feel like you were the most important person in the room, that you were the center of his universe. An almost bashful smile twitched at the corners of your lips, your eyes flickering down to his own, and back up.

"And I remember, we were standing just like this," He continued, his hand cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing across your bottom lip softly. "Your eyes, wide and bright, shining like the stars."

"Siri..." You whispered, but he continued.

"The music was loud, but I didn't care. The room was crowded, but we were all alone, the whole world had disappeared for us. It was just you and me. I wanted it to last forever..." He paused, swallowing thickly, his hand moving to gently wrap around the back of your neck, "I held you like this, and then I kissed you."

His head dipped, closing the gap between the two of you. Your eyes fluttered shut, your hands coming to grip his shirt, pulling him closer, and deepening the kiss. The kiss was slow, passionate, and sweet; it was everything that you both wanted and more. It was just like the kiss at the end of your first dance, and it almost felt as if you had been transported back to that night, wrapped up in each other's arms, surrounded by your loved ones; during a time when you didn't have a care in the world.

As Sirius pulled away, you chased after him, making him chuckle before he pulled you close once more. "Taking me down memory lane… You just wanted me to kiss you, didn't you, Mrs. Black?" He whispered.

"Maybe..." You answered, your voice breathless. "It worked though, didn’t it, Mr. Black?"

Sirius looked like he was going to say something else, but at the sound of footsteps and Harry's voice echoing through the halls, you both pulled away, but you stayed close together, hands finding one another. Sirius's thumb brushed against your knuckles as Harry entered the room, a large smile on his face.

"Hey, Sirius, Remus owled. He's coming for supper." The young man gestured back to the hall with his thumb as Sirius smiled brightly.

"Wonderful, my boy," Sirius exclaimed, patting your hand with his free one, "Did he say when he was getting here?"

"Six."

Sirius nodded, "Wonderful." He repeated, "We should prepare for his arrival, then." He responded, looking back down at you with a grin, "What do you think, my darling? Should we prepare a feast?"

You scoffed, "Of course, we should! It's been over a week since he was last here."

"Well, you heard the woman, let's get to it!" Sirius agreed, reluctantly letting go of you walking over to Harry, wrapping an arm around him, "You, Harry, can help me make the mashed potatoes."

"Mashed potatoes?" Harry asked as you joined them, walking together down the hall to the kitchen; Sirius’s hand finding yours once more.

You couldn't help but laugh a little, "It's the only thing Siri can prepare without burning down the house." 

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@jegulus-microfic - october 31 - halloween - 745words

insp by @regscupid october 3rd microfic <3

“Say ‘I am going to abduct you, earthling.’”

“I look stupid.”

“You look properly scary.”

“I have wobbly eyes on my head.”

“Don’t see what one thing has to do with the other, love,” James grins cheekily from behind Regulus in the mirror and then gives him a loud smooch on his cheek.

Regulus rolls his eyes and hopes the green-ish face paint over his nose covers his blush.

“Ready to go, Hazza?” James calls up the stairs.

There’s a giggle from the floor above, a few quiet steps and then Harry jumps down two at a time within sight of them with a loud Grawr.

James playfully jumps in place and clutches his chest with a gasp as Harry erupts into evil snickers.

The young boy comes bounding down the rest of the stairs in his skeleton onesie and black and white face paint that’s only minutely smudged (as of now) and holds up his sweets bucket that his father told him to get from his room. 

This one is distracted fighting to pull his spider legs shoulder straps over his thick coat so Regulus gives Harry a nod and a smirk and reaches his hand out to him, “C’mon. Shoes on and then off we go.”

“Yeah!” Harry yells with elation and passes his plastic pumpkin bucket off to Regulus.

It’s still light outside when they start their walk around the neighborhood.

James tells Harry to look out for the houses with Halloween decoration, anything creepy– candles, spiderwebs, carved pumpkins.

It only takes two houses down the sidewalk before Harry gasps and points at a prettily decorated front door.

James gives his son a warm smile, nodding, telling him to go on, as he snakes an arm around Regulus’ waist, pulling him closer into his side.

It’s not particularly cold but Regulus lets himself melt into James’ ridiculously puffy jacket with a sigh anyways. He’s warm and he smells good, like his cologne and their laundry detergent and the glass of mulled wine they shared before getting ready. 

He burrows further into James’ scarf around his neck as he watches Harry skip up the stairs, two pointy-toothed pumpkins out front, white cotton wool and black, little paper bats adorning the railing.

Harry rings the bell and then hastily presses himself against the outside wall next to the door, holding a finger to his lips as he looks wide-eyed and breathless back at them.

Regulus’ chest feels so full he might burst.

The door opens and a middle aged woman with a witch’s hat peeks around with a bowl of chocolates in her hand.

She has barely time to look confused at James and Regulus before little Harry jumps out of his hiding spot with a shrill, “Trick or treat!”

The woman yelps in a genuine fashion and throws an admonishing look over at him and James as Harry falls into a little giggle fit. “Well, thank goodness I’m no 60 something year old with poor blood pressure,” she says good-naturedly, crouching down in front of Harry with a smile to let him choose his pick. 

Regulus shifts his weight from one foot to the other a little uneasily at the thought of Harry actually giving one of the pensioners in their neighborhood a heart attack.

“As young and fresh as always, Miss Sinistra.” James says with a charming grin.

The woman grumbles a little and fixes James with a look when Harry turns his back to her to join the two of them again, “You fellas should dial it down a notch or two.”

When Regulus looks over again, James seems a little bashful as he smiles brightly, “Noted.”

Satisfied with that, apparently, she softens right up and gives them another pointed look, smug smile on her lips, “Happy Halloween to you.”

“Happy Halloween, dear neighbor,” James responds, squeezing Regulus’ waist knowingly.

Regulus curses quietly, giving Sinistra a wave, smiling strained.

“Happy Halloweeeen,” Harry shouts, racing past them and they quickly turn to follow.

Regulus gnaws on the inside of his lower lip while he feels James radiate with glee next to him, who waits until Harry is further down the sidewalk out of earshot before he leans down and rasps into Regulus ear, “Seems like she didn’t forget the way I fucked you against the window last year, after all.”

Regulus jams his elbow forcefully into James’ side.

The puffy-jacketed bastard doesn’t do much besides chuckle and pull Regulus into a kiss.

[misshoneysplayhouse]

currently up at 2:41am with nothing but Connie and the song Permission by Ro James playing in the background- let me set the scene if you will..

It’s late in the evening with you and Connie staying in for the night. The clouds are gray with a light drizzle hitting the roof of your apartment, creating an ambience.

You’re sitting in his lap on the bed with your back against his chest, the TV playing episodes of South Park while you and him pass a blunt back and forth.

it was a lazy date night and with it being his idea you were all for it, hes taken you out before but tonight he wanted you all to himself, nothing but you, something to smoke on and something to eat.

you were focused on the TV, giggling here and there from watching your favorite parts, finishing off the last of the blunt while Connie was in a different headspace.

leaning his body closer to yours, letting his head sit atop your shoulder, peppering kisses here and there.

you acknowledged him by leaning your neck to the side a bit, hoping to get him in the spot you wanted, he started to murmur to himself against your skin, kissing up your neck.

“Damn you smell good you know that?”

“Connie, why are you sniffing and kissing on me like that?” You giggle, moving your hand to the back of his head, encouraging him to keep going.

“Pheromones..” He joked, snaking his arms around your waist, grabbing both of your breasts softly, you could feel his teeth smirking against your skin

“You feel so good baby..” You whispered to him, egging him on.

you felt his tongue lick up the side of your neck, he kissed and teased the bottom of your ear, pinching your nipples through the thin fabric of your tank top.

the pressure building in between your thighs caused you to rub them together, biting your lip to stifle the moans trying to escape, he took notice and snuck his hand past the waistband of your shorts, playing with mess he created.

“All of this for me mama?”

purposely whispering by your ear while toying with your swollen clit, rolling your nipple with his other hand

you were a moaning, whimpering mess, falling apart in his hands, leaning against his body while your legs were spread just for him. he pulls both tits out and turns your neck to slide his tongue down your throat, swirling it around yours

you lick and suck on his bottom lip, pulling it while he grins as he puts two pretty tatted fingers into your soaked pussy, you cry out his name as he coos in your ear, praising you and thanking you for letting him play with you.

“I love the way you squeeze on my fingers like that, you look so good spread out for me pretty girl..take this shit like i know you can ma..”

“Con i’m gonna-“

“Gonna what?” He teases, pulling out of you with his fingers covered in your slick rubbing your pussy slow, pressing with pressure.

You whine from the empty feeling and reach for his forearm to speed up the process slightly bucking your hips and mentally begging for release.

he smacks your thigh as you wince from the pain, he continues on with the slow pace with one hand and moving his other from your tits to your lips, making you suckle on his middle and ring fingers

“let me hear you beg for it..you sound so pretty when you do..tell me what you want..”

“you!” you muffle out

“hm?” He answers, taking out his fingers and speeding up on your clit.

“I want you Connie please? I want to cum for you please daddy?”

“There you go, that’s a good girl…that’s a goooddddd fucking girl..” He drags in your ear as he pumps two fingers back inside of you, curling his fingers to hit that spongy spot.

the music in the background blending in with your moans and cries, the growing knot in your stomach flipping and folding as you feel your legs starting to shake.

“Cum for me mama, cum all over my fingers, make a mess like i know you can.” He eggs on, playing with your nipples as his fingers were covered with your spit.

you feel your stomach cave in and your legs tense up as you cried out Connie’s name, squirting as he rubbed your pussy like he wanted to drain you. You fall apart in his arms as he kisses you to bring you back into reality.

the kiss was slow, wet and nasty, with you sucking on his tongue with his fingers wrapped right around your throat. the night had just started for the both of you.

with the huge tent in his boxers and his eyes red and glossy, you knew you were in for it

“Let me put in my throat next..”

This is definitely getting a part two, my man need the most toe curling, kneee buckling, neck snapping, jaw locking ball sucking, hair pulling, the juiciest slurping head after this😦

[pickinglilahs]

Blackeclipse for the soul

Part 1; Part 2; Part 3; Part 4; Part 5; Part 6; Part 6.5; Part 8; Part 9 This will be the last part probably who knows

Fingers were carding through his hair again. A sleepy smile crawled onto Remus' face as he rubbed his eyes.

The fingers pulled away and Remus blinked his sleep-heavy eyes open to find Regulus crouched beside the arm of his chair.

"Hey." Regulus' voice was soft in the warm quiet of the library. "It's almost dinner time."

Remus nodded and stretched, his transfiguration book falling off his lap. Regulus caught it and set it gently on the ground.

"How long have you been asleep?"

"Um..." Remus looked at his watch. It was just after 7. "4 or 5 hours? I guess?"

Regulus looked at him with furrowed brows. "Why did you come study if you were so tired?"

Remus, properly awake now, started packing up his things. "I wasn't tired. Not when I got here. I went over my notes from Friday and started reading this," he held up the transfiguration book, "and then you woke me up."

Regulus was watching him, twisting the snake ring around his first finger. "Did this happen last Full too? I know you came down to study that afternoon. Did you fall asleep here then?"

Remus shook his head. "After you left, I got tired, but I went up to the dorms for a nap."

"But the fatigue just hit you all at once? You weren't tired while we were talking here?"

"No." Remus was putting the pieces together now too. "I was with James all morning. Then I was with you. It was only when I was alone that it hit me."

Regulus nodded. "How many of your classes do you have with James?"

Remus sighed. "Only about half of them. I take Arithmancy and Runes by myself and only Peter takes Muggle Studies with me."

Regulus cocked his head at that. "You take Muggle Studies?"

Remus grinned. "Got to have an easy O somewhere."

Regulus huffed a laugh and shook his head. "Well, we'll figure something out. Come on, let's go before James hunts us down."

Remus laughed in agreement and stood. He slung his bag over his shoulder with one hand and Regulus grabbed the other.

Remus almost tripped over his own feet when Regulus laced their fingers together. Remus couldn't keep the grin off his face and squeezed Regulus' hand. Regulus squeezed back and gave him a shy smile.

They headed out of the library hand in hand.

Remus expected Regulus to let go when they exited the restricted section,

or left the library,

or when they were joined by a flood of students headed to the Great Hall,

or when they reached the point Regulus would turn to the Slytherin table and Remus would head for Gryffindor's,

But he didn't.

Regulus stayed by his side, hands firmly linked together. Remus led him down the Gryffindor table and let him sit between James and himself. James gave Regulus one of his 1,000-watt smiles and bumped their shoulders together by way of greeting.

Regulus was stiff and obviously nervous, but Remus leaned over and whispered to him, "Just wait until Siri gets here. No one will even notice you."

Regulus looked at him confused but Remus winked. Not two minutes later, Sirius Black entered the Great Hall and a hush fell over the student body.

If it had been anyone other than Sirius, they might have been beet red and hurried to their seat without making eye contact. Actually, they probably wouldn't have come to dinner at all.

But seeing as Sirius was Sirius, he flounced into the Great Hall as if he wore a skirt, heels, and hot pink hair every day.

Across the hall, someone wolf-whistled. Sirius turned at the sound, blew a kiss, and then flounced down across from the trio with his back to the hall like nothing had happened.

The Great Hall came back to life and several people came over to talk to him. Regulus leaned to whisper to Remus, "How did you know?"

Remus laughed. "He and James made a bet at lunch. Since James wasn't in a skirt, obviously Siri must have been the one to lose."

Regulus stared wide-eyed, then turned to James. "What did you bet?"

James laughed. "He didn't I could score by hitting the quaffle with his bat."

Regulus let out a disbelieving laugh. "Penalty style?"

"Obviously." James gestured down the table. "Frank told us not to waste practice time but Alice wanted to see it too."

At Regulus' confused look, Remus added. "Frank fancies Alice and she tends to use it."

From Remus' other side, Marleen scoffed. "As if he doesn't use her crush just as much."

Remus shrugged in agreement.

Regulus frowned. "But, they aren't together? Even though they like each other?"

James cut in. "They're Soulmates but they both agreed to stay friends until after graduation."

Sirius, done talking to his admirers, added, "Which is dumb 'cause if my Soulmate looked like that, I would have jumped his bones ages ago."

Remus rolled his eyes. "Siri, you have 'jumped his bones.' Multiple times from what I remember."

Regulus choked on his pumpkin juice and James thumped him on the back.

"Fraternizing with the enemy, Black?" came a cold voice from behind them.

All the boys turned to look at the Slytherin quidditch captain standing behind the trio. Regulus tensed but, visibly, only arched a brow at her. "Flying with a stick up your ass Clemens?"

Sirius and James snorted; Remus pursed his lips to hide a smile.

Clemens' scowl darkened. "You aren't allowed to be over here, Black."

Regulus grabbed Remus' chin—with his Marked hand—and turned it for the Slytherin to see.

Clemens swore at the sight. "I swear Black, if you throw a single match-"

"When have I ever thrown a match?" Regulus cut in. "I thought that was your job."

Clemens' hand twitched like she wasn't sure if she wanted to reach for her wand or strangle him with her bare hands. After a beat, she turned and stormed off.

Marleen let out a low whistle. "Got to hand it to you, Baby Black, I haven't seen her that mad since Jamie-boy knocked her off her broom."

James and Sirius laughed in agreement and Regulus' mouth twitched as he tried not to smile.

~~~

After dinner, they stood and had just started making their way out of the hall, when Sirius tripped and fell. Someone had obviously shot a tripping jinx at him and he landed across some poor Ravenclaw. The bloke had just turned around and stuck his leg out in time to collide with Sirius' neck.

James vaulted over the table to help him up. Sirius was coughing and the Ravenclaw was apologizing and James was trying to check Sirius for injury.

It was Peter who saw it first. He had been sitting further down the table with Mary and Lily but, at the commotion, came to check on his friends. "Are. You. Kidding me?"

Everyone turned to him in shock.

"You too? I'm never going to sleep in our dorm again, am I." Peter was well and truly miffed and everyone else was confused.

"Pete, what on earth are you talking about?" Mary, who was standing behind him, put a hand on his shoulder.

Peter looked at her, then rolled his eyes and went over to Sirius, who was still on the ground. He took Sirius' chin in his hand and turned it so everyone could see his neck.

Lo and behold, there was a Mark; a beautiful crown with a star in the middle. Sirius' hand shot up to his neck; then he very slowly turned to face the Ravenclaw. The other boy was already rolling up the leg of his trousers where, sure enough, there was a matching Mark on his shin.

James snorted and turned to Regulus. "At least it doesn't look like I kicked you."

[kiwi2229]

Never ending song

(James Potter / Regulus Black | 606 words)

For @jegulus-microfic prompt: silver

The wax drips from the candle by an almost finished letter. The prince with dark curls is quickly scribbling an instruction to the boy he can’t ever love openly but is not able to let go. Meet me behind the old willow in the back of the garden after midnight. I will be waiting for you. I will always wait for you. The letter says and Regulus let’s few drops of the wax fall on the envelope and presses his silver ring to the seal.

The stars are flickering as the two students against all odds meet every night in the astronomy tower. One Lion, one Snake. And yet they fit together like they were made for each other. They fall into each other arms and it feels like coming home every time.

The wave melts into snow-white foam on the beach as a child laughs loudly with happiness looking at his two fathers building sandcastles just for him. James grins at his son. “My tower is bigger, Reg.” He teases his husband as he dumps a bucket of sand on his side of the castle.

The walls shook with the force with which James slammed the door behind him, leaving Regulus alone and cold with black ink on his forearm and a broken heart. It was inevitable. He thinks as he accepts the fate his family set for him too tired to fight anymore.

The steam comes from the coffee machine as someone calls his name. “Cold brew for Regulus.” He turns around to take his order just to see a tall boy with a spark in his eyes grinning at him. “I like your name.” The boy says as he hands Regulus the cup.

The wind is ruffling James’ hair as he examines the map spread in front of him. The goal is clear here. Another treasure to gain. To embark on the next adventure. He eyes the land they are aiming for. The Black family is supposed to rule over this area. “Rais the sails!” He commands and watches the black flag unfurl above him.

The train slowly starts moving as his brother leads him to the compartment on the train to his best friends. He doesn’t know them, and he is not sure he even wants to. Everything is new and it’s moving too fast, and Sirius doesn’t stop. Counting on Regulus to follow him even though he can’t catch his breath. Sirius opens the door and suddenly everything stops. “Oh, hello there. I’m James, James Potter.” The boy says and extends a hand towards Regulus.

The sun is shining, and two boys are lying on the grass laughing about some silly joke James made. And Regulus can’t resist. He has to kiss him. He knows he can, they were dating for a year now. But sometimes it doesn’t feel real. And he has to make sure. To feel this boy against him. James lets him, every time he lets him kiss like this. And Regulus is light. He is flying not caring if he is getting too close to the sun. He would gladly burn for this boy.

And the song goes on and on and on. Like a never-ending song. There is something tragically beautiful about these two. Because no matter the time or place, they always find each other. Drawn by inevitable fate never knowing if their story will have a happy ending. Their laughter and tears, love confessions and arguments, misunderstandings and apologies in tears, all of the feelings firmly written in the stars. The same stars that are watching them meet all over again in every lifetime.  

[siriuslystarbucks]

A Crown Of Fire

Written for @prongsfoot-microfic day 12: crown-- featuring angel Sirius (warning for injury and description of inhuman bodies)

When James first met Sirius, he didn't know what to think. All he'd done was stare at him in awe. An angel.

He looked like everything an angel should be, and James couldn't take his eyes off of him. Every feature had him entranced; he spent an eternity on each one, unable to focus on anything else.

His skin was a deep brown and it seemed as if the very sun shone from every pore. Maybe it did. He wasn't simply a human with a few extra bits, he was a celestial being. When James was able to put a hand over his, it was simultaneously rough like pavement and as soft as chinchilla fur.

His eyes were silver and sharp-- enough to cut with a glance and twice as likely to pin someone in place. James met his eyes, and neither of them could look away. For whatever reason, Sirius was fascinated by James. Anytime he stared, the angel stared back. Silver... they weren't grey. They were metallic. James swore he could see the subtle winks of stars in them when his face was bare centimeters from Sirius's. They shone even when there was no light to reflect from them.

His ears pointed in severe peaks and the lobes hung low as if stretched by earrings, but there were no such scars marring his skin. When Sirius let him touch, he spent hours tracing the ridges and loose flesh. The skin here was the same as his hand, rough and smooth and defying all human logic.

There were twin ridges on his back, thick and hard like bone. James ran his palms down them and pressed, testing the pressure against his hands. They felt more dense than human bones, and Sirius told him that his wings retreated there. James wished to see the wings, but he didn't dare ask. Whatever they looked like, the material they were made of, how big they were, James knew that any of the information would strike him dumb, but seeing it all at once? It was self-preservation, plain and simple.

The halo above his head was the most awesome of it all. It didn't simple hang above his head, propelled by forces James couldn't understand. It wasn't a simple light as the artwork led him to believe. It was fire, and it was constant. The flames roiled and fed off each other. It was a constant bonfire, sparking and crackling. The ropes of fire twisted like a pit of snakes, dangerous and enthralling. James could barely resist the urge to touch it. It was no halo, it was a crown. It was treacherous, and he'd never wanted anything more. His appetite would sate as Sirius kissed every inch of his body and they joined in a way that felt more than physical.

But one night, it was impossible to ignore. Sirius slept beside him, no less exquisite than when he was awake.

He balanced his knees on the mattress and reached for the halo with both hands. The tips of his fingers prickled with pain, but it did nothing to deter him. He wrapped his hands around the ring, and for an instant, it was ecstasy. He cried out from the torment that arched through his body and pulled his hands back as quickly as he could, but it was too late. Sirius woke at the same time, eyes wide and horrified.

James couldn't stop the tears from falling any more than he could stop the wail of pain.

Sirius lunged to a sitting position and cradled James's hands. "Why did you touch?" he whispered. He leaned down slowly, lips parted and bleeding black. His mouth touched the meat of one thumb, and slowly but surely, the agony eased. He moved to the other hand, and the same process occurred. When he finished and straightened his spine, James shook but had no more tears to spare. He wrapped his arms around James, holding him close. It was a pleasant sandpaper drag against his skin, and the comfort it provided was instantaneous. "My love, why did you touch?"

"Because I wanted to." It was a pitiful excuse to the angel, but it was the only answer James could give.

"You scarred yourself," Sirius breathed, heartbroken.

His hands trembled fiercely, but he looked down at them, palms up, to see what Sirius meant. There were twisted black scars marring both hands, and he knew with a bone-deep certainty that they would never fade. He didn't regret. Not for a moment did he wish he hadn't. "If I could go back in time, I would do it again."

Sirius's arms tightened around him, enveloping him in protection. "Swear to me you will not do it again."

"I won't," he responded, unable to lie or deny him anything he asked for. He breathed out slowly. "I saw heaven the first time I laid my eyes on you."

Sirius turned his head and pressed a tender kiss to James's hair. "As I did with you."

[meowgician-ness]

Regulus shows James the deatheater mark but James is the sun and won’t leave him so easily.

Each step felt like walking on fire barefoot, his lungs struggling to take in oxygen. Regulus’ words played over and over again in his head, worry seeping into his features as his hands trembled slightly from where they were stuffed into his pocket.

“We need to talk.” scribbled in the familiar, fancy script on the corner of a cheap napkin, the words sat in his pocket, his fingers fiddling with it every now and then.

“Regulus?” He forced the words out of where they were stuck in his throat, opening the door to the ‘Come and Go’ room and scanning it for the only person on his mind, his heart hammering in his chest.

“James.” sharp grey eyes met warm hazel, the rims red from what had to be at least an hour of crying. A red and yellow sweater, James’ sweater, hung loosely off his shoulder, exposing the pale skin beneath. His finger fidgeted with the rings on them, one silver snake with emerald eyes calling out to the Gryffindor.

“Hey, love. Got your note, what’s wrong?” He tried. He did. Tried so hard to believe that nothing was wrong, that Regulus just wanted to talk about plans for the holidays, that they were okay. But he couldn’t stop his voice from breaking and cracking as he said those words, as he thought about the note sitting in his pocket.

“Yeah, James I–we, we can’t do this. You–you deserve so much better.” He averted his eyes at the last part, not letting James look into his eyes and decipher his emotions.

“What? Reg–I, I don’t need any better. I need you. Regulus Arcturus Black, you’re all I need. I don’t need better, there is no better–” He could feel tears threatening to spill out, his heart breaking into pieces in his chest.

“No! You don’t get it! I’m not a bad person, I’m a cruel person, I’m my mother’s son, James.” Regulus cut him off, looking up now, tears streaking down his face.

“Your mother, is that it? She put you up to this? Reg, fuck her. She doesn’t get to dictate your life.” He reached forward for him, his finger tightening around the sleeve of his sweater, carefully not to touch Regulus himself. Gently he tugged him towards him, meeting him in the middle of the room, right beside the four-poster bed in the centre of the room.

“You don’t get it,” His voice cracked and cut him up inside, wobbly and shaky and nothing like how he was raised to speak. But he was talking to James Potter, and he always could make Regulus do things his mother would hate to know about.

Raising one shaky hand, he pulled the sleeve of his sweater up, revealing his left arm. And Merlin did it hurt seeing James’ face fall, taking in a deep breath like he was just punched in the gut.

“Regulus–I, you, why?” He walked past Regulus to collapse onto the bed, his arms resting on his knees as he reached forward to pull Regulus in, letting him collapse into his arms, completely enveloped in all that is James Potter.

“I was so so scared James. He was there and I–I blacked out, I couldn’t think he just–he was just there and I was too scared to say no, I’m so sorry James, I’m so sorry, I should have said ‘no’, I could’ve but he was just so–I was just–” his voice cracked, his sobs getting louder and ridding his lungs of any air.

“Shh, shh, slowly, Regulus, slowly. Who was there? Who is he?” Rubbing circles into Regulus’ back, he pulled him up and onto his lap so he could look into Regulus’ eyes, see the pain, see the way he trembled as he breathed in, fingers tightening around Jame’s shirt.

“The dark lord–Voldemort, he was there James, she called him there,” He gasped out, fingers tightening around James’ wrist.

“Shh, look at me Reggie. Up here, love, yes,” gently tilting Regulus’ head up, he encouraged him to look into his eyes, moving one thumb up to brush his tears away.

“I don’t know what to do anymore, James,” Regulus’ voice was barely above a whisper, his eyes wide and showing so much more emotion than he would usually allow.

“You trust in me, and I trust in you. That’s what we do Reg. We get through this together, me and you.” James flashed what he hoped was a reassuring smile at Regulus, leaning back and plopping down onto the bed with him in his arms.

“Cry it out love, let it all out. We’ll deal with this when you’re ready, okay? I’ll wait,” He leaned over to say, his voice soft and soothing. Gently, he ran his hands through Regulus’ curls, holding him close until the shaking became barely noticeable trembles.

“I—My brother, James,” he whispered against James’ collarbone, burying himself into the crook of his neck, the tears gone but his body still shaking slightly.

“I’ll handle Sirius, we can handle Sirius,” he whispered into his ear, rubbing soothing circles into his scalp.

“It’ll—We’ll be okay, Regulus. I promise,”

[yenasmatik]

What's found in Hogsmeade

Teen Severus Snape, Mulciber and Avery, with the Marauders as extra-awful guests Contains: canon-compliant bullying, context and perspective on slytherins beyond "evil magical nazis rotten inside from birth", Snape and his house-mates actually being friends, Mulciber and Avery having canon-compliant nasty personality traits. I shall accept no criticisms on my first name choices for Mulciber and Avery, lol

This was written for @chonaku-things. I might write more slytherin stuff and use it as a part of a bigger thing, if I can find the motivation. No promises, chona ~

The first time he gets to visit Hogsmeade, Severus slowly walks down the main alley, his thin, patched-up cloak pulled tight across his body, and his eyes opened so wide the corners hurt a little. He takes in the never-melting snow, the warm-lit shop windows, the magical doorbells who ring Christmas carols, the last model of Sweeper brooms in Spintwitches Sporting Needs, the elegant moving hats in Gladrags Wizardwear, the sparkling boxes in Ollivanders, the rainbow of exotic feathers in Scrivenshaft's Quill Shop… he slows even further when he comes to Dogweed and Deathcap, loses track of time as he reads all the neat little labels on the jars of seeds, of leaves, of unknown fruits, and on the vivid marbled pots of magical plants.

He's torn from his awed contemplation when something wet and cold lands on his face. Then comes a voice that he's learnt to dread.

"Look at Servilius, guys," says James Potter, somewhere behind him, "someone bring a bucket, he's drooling all over the plants!" On his right, a shrill giggle betrays Peter Petigrew hiding behind a trash can. James saunters towards him, a large snowball raised in his gloved hand like another promise of false innocence. Severus raises his wand to defend himself, but he's hit by another snowball coming from his left, precisely on the elbow. His cloak has a hole there, and the chill sends an uncontrollable tremor along his arm and fingers, losing his grip on the wand. He bends over to pick it up, and Sirius Black closes in on him. "Careful who you threaten, Servilius. No teachers to run off to here." James crushes his snowball on Severus' head and keeps his paw on his skull, forcing him to stay down when he tries to rise back up. "What are you planning, Servilius? Some gross potion to trick another good girl into wasting her time with the likes of you?" Both Gryffindors cackle at what passes for humor among their ilk, and Severus feels his cheek burning with embarrassment. "Don't worry James, no one here will serves a snake this disgusting," Sirius drawls. "Assuming he even had the money in the first place." There's the telltale swish of a wand gesture, a quick hissed "Alarte Ascendare!", and loud ruffle as the snow is ripped from the ground on his side, and then Severus is doused in snow. "Hey, careful!" James yell, removing his hand from the cold, cold mess on Severus' head.

Severus stumbles backwards and stands as quickly as he can to run away, followed by the loud laughs of the gang of gryffindors, his eyes aching for a completely different reason than ten minutes ago.

Grosvenor and Sinclair find him sitting on a bunch of stairs by the Hog's Head Inn, ten minutes later. Gros' mouth stretches into a half grin, but Sinclair slaps his elbow with an immaculate fine beige leather glove, and the grin falls into an almost confused pout. "There you are, Severus," Sinclair says as he puts his glove back on. The insides are lined with fur, Severus notes with a quiet, resigned sort of envy. Nothing but the best for the precious heir of the noble house of Avery. Gros' approaches him with heavy, careful steps, and pats his shoulders. At first the gesture is playful, with just a hint of casual meanness to it, but as his hand touches the icy wet wool, Gros' face pinches in something shockingly close to genuine worry. "You're practically an ice cube here, mate. What did you do, take a dive in the fountain?" Sinclair raises a delicate eyebrow and clears his throat. "Apologies for the delay, Severus. You know I had a parcel to bring to the Post Office. We've been looking for you." Severus opens his mouth to protest - he'd been the one to rush out of the carriage, too eager to explore the wizzarding village his housemates had talked about so much. Too embarrassed, too, maybe, to follow his roommates and remind them at every stop that he could not afford a single one of their casual purchases. Sinclair brushes off anything he might have to say with a graceful wave of his hand, and moves back towards the street. "Let me make it up to you by inviting you, Severus. Though I would prefer Madam Puddifoot's to… your current choice of location." Severus closes his mouth. He could protest, refuse to let his friends pay for his share, yet again, but he is cold, his clothes are muddy, he feels so tired of looking over his shoulder to see if Potter and his friends haven't caught up to him. They never dare to try anything in front of Sinclair and Grosvener. Not enough certainty that things will turn in their favor. And besides, Sinclair is only apologizing. Not for failing to follow him, no - Sinclair Avery follows no one, except maybe for Lucius Malfoy, but that barely counts. For not being there to help him against Potter and Black.

Gros' holds a hand out towards him, and Severus catches it, gets pulled back up easy as an old ratty teddy bear. Sinclair looks at them, pointedly, until Gros' catches the hint and removes the leftover snow from Severus' clothes, one small cleaning spell at a time. "You know, we really should go back to that old memoir Sinclair found at Borkin," he muses once he's done. "Skip some of the society drama, sorry Sinclair, but yeah, get started on those hexes he used on the muggle thief and his bitch daughter? Sounded like a real fun way to get rid of a pack of nuisance, know what I mean?" Severus shakes himself to chase the last shivers wracking his body, and lets himself smile at Grosvener.

"Well if you philistines are done planning to ignore the delight of a true tale of just deserts and dishes best served cold," Sinclair interrupts, with a dramatic sigh, "may I suggest we hurry to Madam Puddifoot's? I hear some absolute boor of a certain eagle house is currently attempting to have a date there, with our dear dirty little Mary of the wicked tongue." His face is a mask of flawless pleasant politeness. "How about a live rendition of some choice excerpts from the last chapter? Surely you could manage that, Gros'?" Grosvener grabs Severus by the elbow and hurries after Avery, his free arm waving excitedly, wand at the ready and sparkling dark purple shards that ricochet on the pavement, singe fallen leaves and the roots of trees and melt the snow on the ground. His cackles fill the whole street and make something in Severus' chest grow warm and fierce. "Are you trying to tempt me, Avery?" Sinclair raises a delicate hand to his chin, that doesn't fully hide his grin. "Why, Grosvener Mulciber, I would never." A chuckle falls from Severus' lips as they walk back up the street. Sinclair turns back to wink at him as he opens the door to Madam Puddifoot, Gros' slides the hand that holds his wand in his coat's pocket, and Severus takes a disdainful look at the faces frowning at them from their pathetic little attempts at romance. Right now, neither his old patched-up clothes nor his ugly hair nor all the names Potter and Black have stuck to his back with the glue of social stigma matter. He feels like he could swallow the whole room, eat them all alive, and spit them back out in the gutter like yesterday's old trash.

Sinclair does have a point about the joys of witnessing a tart get what they deserve. Severus laughs more that afternoon than he has in a week.

[cyberwulf]

"...Delia?"

Professor Oak didn't wait for her to answer before entering the room, closing the door softly behind him. "It's time."

Delia swallowed, rubbing her sweaty palms against her white trousers and hoping, too late, that they wouldn't leave a stain. She knew it was time. It was time ten minutes ago. Just like it was time fifteen years ago, back when she was the one wearing the dress. Except today, she couldn't move, couldn't even stand, much less walk down the aisle.

Oak frowned slightly, bushy eyebrows drawing together. He was greyer and his boutonniere was a different colour, but Delia wouldn't be surprised if he was wearing the same tux.

"What's wrong?"

"...I can't do this."

Her voice cracked and she choked back a sob. She was so stupid, doing this now at the eleventh hour, the twelfth hour, she'd been fine all through the run-up and the planning and the rehearsal dinner, why now, Jessie was waiting -

"It's all right."

Oak slid onto the bench next to her. His hands were warm and rough around her own.

"You don't have to," he murmured.

Delia shook her head.

"But everything -"

"You don't have to," Oak interrupted gently. He fished a couple of tissues from the nearby box (thank goodness James had thought to leave some in both dressing rooms) and pressed them into her hand. "Second, there's no need to worry. James has convinced Jessie to be fashionably late."

Delia couldn't help but chuckle at that. She wiped her eyes and looked up at him. Oak smiled and pulled her into a hug.

"Let's you and I figure this out," he suggested.

Delia took a deep breath and let it out. She held onto him, breathing in the aftershave he only wore on special occasions. He'd been her teacher, her support system, her crush (very briefly), a mentor to her son, and most of all her friend. A friend who knew what it was like to marry young, divorce young, and raise kids alone.

"I'm scared," she mumbled. "I love Jessie - Sam, I love her so much - but I loved Jack. I loved Jack and Ash and I weren't enough for him and -"

Oak cut her off before she could spiral any further. "Okay, let's be scientific about this." He pulled back slightly to look at her. "You and Jack were eighteen, and you were..."

"Pregnant," Delia finished.

"And you'd known each other..."

"Six months," Delia answered, understanding what he was getting at. "And now I'm thirty -" she coughed - "and very much not, and we've been a couple for years." She sighed. "I know all that, Sam. It's not helping."

Oak shrugged.

"Fine, forget science," he agreed. "Tell me why you want to get married."

"Jessie really wants to," Delia murmured, gazing down at her engagement ring. "She's dreamed of a big wedding ever since she was a little girl. And I want her to be happy, so..."

"Ah, ah," Oak chided with a smile. "That's a Mom answer. Tell me why Delia Ketchum wants to get married."

Delia paused, the clock ticking softly as she thought back over her relationship with Jessie.

"It doesn't feel right saying 'girlfriend' anymore," she replied.

"You could call her your partner," Oak suggested.

Delia shook her head. "James was her partner. It sounds... Team Rocket-y." Though he did have a point, she had to admit. "...I want us to be a real family."

He cocked an eyebrow. "You aren't a family now?"

Also a point. She and Jessie and Ash were a family. And yet...

"I love how she and Ash spend time together," Delia murmured. "I know they had a rocky start, but..." She looked up at him. "...I swear, Jessie misses him more than I do. She pretends she doesn't, but as soon as she knows he's coming home, everything has to be perfect. And she's the first person he talks to about his adventures. Until she pushes him to go talk to me." Her fear and anxiety continued to wane the more she thought about it. Ash and Jessie talking snake Pokémon (shudder), arguing over who would take the fall over her ruined garden, shamefacedly confessing their daddy-daughter-drag-double battle adventure. Jessie moved to tears by Ash's Father's Day gift. The pair of them exchanging a brief look before Ash explained away his bandaged leg as a bike accident. "I want us to be together forever. And..." She swallowed. "...if anything happens to me... I want them to have each other."

Oak squeezed her shoulder.

"Then I think you should get married," he replied with a smile. "But it doesn't have to be now, or like this."

Delia looked away, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

"Well yeah, but... everyone's here... and there's a great buffet that'll go to waste... and you and I are both wearing tuxedos..."

Oak chuckled.

"For what it's worth," he remarked, "I was against your first marriage. I'm not against this one."

He rose and offered her his hand.

"Walk me down the aisle?" Delia asked. "Again?"

He smiled.

"It would be my pleasure."

last ask made me think about a jessie/delia wedding and delia lowkey freaking out/almost getting cold feet

old fears about marriage coming up uh ohhhh

[henryxburnham]

↪ introduction to henry burnham.

BASICS.

full name: henry james ambrose burnham. nickname(s): sunshine, bucky. age: thirty-four. date of birth: 17 january 1990. zodiac sign: capricorn. place of birth: casper, wyoming, united states. ethnicity: white. nationality: american. gender: genderfluid. they/them & he/him pronouns. he'll use them interchangeably and generally wear a pin on his coat/shirt collar/lapel in public if he's feeling one more than another. sexual orientation: pansexual. romantic orientation: panromantic. religion: roman catholic — as an adult henry doesn’t practice his religion all that firmly. he hasn’t been to mass in years but when he was a child his mother took both him and his little sister frequently. education: bachelors in english, creative writing from the university of southern california. occupation: former lance corporal in the united states marine corps. currently a bestselling novelist. language(s) spoken: english ( primarily ). he knows bits and pieces of pashto but whenever he tries to speak either language it’s clumsy at best. accent: he wouldn't consider himself to have an accent and it's relatively neutral other than the fact that he has a tendency to drawl when he speaks.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE.

face claim: callum turner. hair color: dark brown. eye color: blue. height: 6′2″. weight: 183 lbs. build: slim, lanky. tattoos: an iridescent raven on his left forearm ( here ), a blue gradient snake tattoo on the inside of his right forearm ( here ), ellie's tattoo from the last of us part 2 on his left arm ( here ), his family’s initials on the inside of his right index, pointer and ring fingers respectively. piercings: a helix piercing in his left ear. distinguishing characteristics: the fact that he always seems to be smiling, the cane he uses to help him walk on days when his leg is especially sore, how easygoing he is.

PERSONALITY.

label: the eternal optimist. positive traits: adaptable, adventurous, articulate, charismatic, charming, clever, compassionate, confident, creative, eloquent, intelligent, passionate, resourceful, witty. negative traits: competitive, sarcastic. argumentative, decadent, haughty, hedonistic, impulsive, obsessive, possessive, rowdy, vindictive. goals/desires: to make people happy, to live in a way that makes him feel like he’s more than his trauma, to fall in love, to be happy. fears: athazagoraphobia ( fear of being forgotten ). hobbies: cloud gazing, people watching, doodling when he can remember to bring a sketchbook with him, writing, reading, gardening, going for walks when his leg isn’t bothering him, playing with his cats, meeting new people, hanging out with his sister, listening to music, playing guitar, anything that lets him be creative, baking, working with his hands, flirting with people when he’s in the right mood. quirks: he chews at the skin around his nails when he’s especially stressed out, he tends to hum some song or another he has stuck in his head while he’s working if no one else is around, he tends to go pretty sharply from being a huge flirt to blushing every time someone smiles at him just right, he can talk about almost anything he's into with almost no provocation, he has a habit of making little daisy chains and flower crowns if he’s spending a lot of time alone or he’s manic– just to put his energy into a productive habit. likes: pretty much every baked good he’s ever tried, the feeling of the sun on his skin, fantasy and historical fiction novels, nature documentaries, finding the best places to nap wherever he happens to be spending a lot of time, making people smile, hot chocolate on especially cold days, rpg video games, video games in general, finishing to-do lists, hanging out with his friends, surfing. dislikes: not being taken seriously, bigoted people in general, having to be patient for just about any reason, being referred to as ‘crazy’, intense cold, nightmares, fireworks, the smell of lit matches, the fact that he smokes regularly, being alone for long periods of time.

FAMILY.

father: thomas burnham. mother: mackenzie burnham née carson. sibling(s): adelaide burnham ( younger ). pet(s): he has a one year old maine coon named luna, a nine-month-old russian blue named lucas and a three-year-old burmese cat named lily. financial status: upper middle class.

BIOGRAPHY.

(TW: mentions of bipolar disorder, injury and amputation, mental health rehab)

Henry Burnham was born in Casper, Wyoming to Thomas and Mackenzie Burnham– his father was a US Marine and had been stationed in Germany shortly before Henry was born Stateside. Henry was their oldest child and he would eventually be joined by his younger sister two years later after the family had returned to Wyoming from Camp Pendleton on orders for his father. He was an incredibly easy going person even in childhood– his mother often told him stories about his temperament as a baby and the fact that he rarely cried or fussed or gave them any trouble at all with temper tantrums and things of that nature. He was quick to make friends and often spent weekends with friends when his parents allowed it.

By the time he was eleven he was well aware that he wanted to follow in his father’s footsteps and join the Marines– his father was reluctant if only for the fact that he’d seen war and knew first hand how it could change a person and he worried constantly about something happening to his baby boy. Still, when Henry turned eighteen he enlisted immediately and was sent overseas for his first tour of duty within a year. Military service was something he took to easily though he had a difficult time adjusting to the violence of it all and the deep suffering the people around him ( both those who served with him and the local populations he interacted with ) were experiencing. He’d always been an empathetic person and it tore him apart the slightest bit not to be able to help anyone or feel like he was overseas for anything close to the right reasons. Still, he served faithfully and returned for a second tour of duty without batting an eye.

It was during a patrol on his second tour that his convoy ran into a series of IED’s that had been placed between sweeps of the road between outposts often traveled. Though he was med-evaced and brought to surgery as quickly as possible the accident eventually resulted in Henry's right leg being amputated just above the knee before he was sent to a military hospital in Germany to recover properly. His family was there to greet him when he finally woke and though their presence was comforting to an extent Henry still fell into a deep depression that seemed to last months before it evaporated in an instant only to be replaced by a mania that his parents took notice of immediately. Several conversations with a psychiatrist later and Henry was diagnosed with Bipolar disorder– resulting in medical retirement from the USMC after his case was reviewed.

He was devastated by the turn his life had taken and he lived with his parents for nearly a year once he’d recovered enough to return to the United States. He relapsed several times in the first six months of being treated and wound up in a mental health rehab facility before he began to take his mental health seriously and threw himself into therapy and sticking to a medication regiment and doing everything in his power to take care of himself. During the course of his recovery he decided to pursue a passion he'd had since childhood and earned a degree in creative writing from USC with the intention of becoming a novelist - to share a part of himself that was so important and know that he was capable of putting something positive into the world. It was his his father who suggested he consider relocating to Providence Peak– where Thomas had grown up– to be in a calmer environment that might allow him more stability in terms of his mental health.

Henry moved to Providence Peak two months later– just shy of his twenty-fourth birthday and bought a fixer upper in Bighorn Hills that he spent every moment he wasn't writing fixing up with the help of his father, uncles and cousins. It took him a few months to get settled but once he did he began to write prolifically and ten years later has three bestsellers to his name. He’s doing his best to maintain normalcy and feel like the same person he was before he’d joined the Marines– it’s difficult even on his good days but he’s never been one to shy away from things and he remains open and honest with his struggles while he’s in the pursuit of genuine happiness in his life as a whole.

[muertawrites]

Mine and Yours (Eddie Munson x Reader) [18+]

Summary: You've been sleeping with Eddie for a while when he calls you something that shakes you to your core

Warnings: 18+ minors do not test me, allusions to sex and nudity, anxiety, emotional baggage, slight angst with a nice fluffy ending

Reading Time: 7 minutes

Author's Note: i'm writing about my own problems again. please ignore me <3

suggested listening: wild love (acoustic) by james bay

Eddie's apartment is as familiar to you as your own. The way the cupboard over his tiny, unused oven sticks when you try to open it; the way the sliding door to the hall closet isn't quite on its hinges. How long it takes the bathroom tap to actually get warm; where in the medicine cabinet he keeps ibuprofen. The draft in his bedroom that makes you huddle closer to him at night. The way the street light outside the window hits your eyes in just the right spot that you prefer to sleep with your face hidden in his chest. The sound of his bed creaking with every little shift of your bodies atop it.

You have no right feeling so at home in the apartment of a man you're pretty sure only keeps you around for sex.

Even so, it's nice with him. He's warm and tender on the nights you're together, and can make you laugh without effort. He's a comfort - no matter how limited his comfort may be.

This morning, you're woken by the shrill ring of the phone on his kitchen wall. Eddie groans as he rolls over, clearly not enthused by the unceremonious end to last night's debauch pleasure. His legs are still entwined with yours, his naked chest pressed flush to your equally as naked back. He leaves you reluctantly, with a sloppy kiss to the crook of your neck.

"Keep the sheets warm, baby," he grumbles.

The stubble on his chin, the gravel in his voice give you shivers. You want him to crawl back in; to lay his body into you in the rolling, lazy way you crave during intimate mornings in his bed. You love his morning sex. You miss his heat and weight when it disappears.

Ignoring his orders, you follow him into the kitchen. He's already lit up a cigarette, smoke seeping from between his lips as he listens to whatever the person on the other end of the phone is saying. His bare back is totally exposed to you, all sharp shoulder blades and black ink and curving buttocks and thick, cascading curls. Your arms snake around his waist and he melts into your touch, one hand reaching to clasp yours and raise it to his lips while he shoulders the receiver.

"Yeah... yeah... Nah, man, it's cool, you can swing by. My girlfriend's over but we're both up anyway... Okay, sweet. See ya, man."

He sighs heavily as he hangs up, stubbing out his cigarette in a nearby ashtray.

"That was Jeff," he informs you. "On a time crunch so he's coming over in an hour to pick up some amps for our next gig. Which unfortunately means we have to get dressed. But the good news we're up early enough for a big fat McDonald's breakfast, my treat."

He turns to you with a playful little smirk, which falls immediately once he sees your face; the pale, grave expression that wrinkles it.

"Baby?" he questions. His hands reach up to cup your face, and it's all you can do to keep from flinching away from the tentative gesture. "What's wrong? You okay?"

"Your girlfriend," you echo. "You... You said your girlfriend was over... Is... Is that... Did you mean me?"

Eddie blinks. What did you just ask him?

"... Yes," he answers slowly, annunciating the syllable as if you're just learning what it means. "You. The pretty woman standing naked in my kitchen right now. Who I share a bed with four times a week. Who lets me cuff her to my headboard and use her pussy like I own it. That is you, isn't it?"

You respond with a careful nod. Yes, that definitely sounds like you. So why are you having such a hard time claiming the title?

"I thought we were just... having sex," you explain. "You never... asked me on a date or anything..."

He backs up, holding his hands out and shaking his head - his entire body - in bewilderment. Once he comes back to his senses, his palms fall onto your shoulders, his fingers rubbing tender circles into your flesh. His moony brown eyes have gone wider than normal, brows drooping and making him look weepy. His plump lower lip juts out in genuine sadness.

"Sweetheart," he wonders, "all the times I took you to dinner, and the movies, and invited you to my shows... You didn't think those were dates?"

You shake your head.

"No," you meekly admit. "I thought... I thought you were just being nice. Because you felt obligated... or something..."

"Oh, babygirl..."

He folds you into his arms, hugging you tightly as he gently starts to sway back and forth. His palm strokes lovingly over the back of your head while his lips find the crown of your skull, pressing a kiss there. You stiffen only for a split second before molding your body to his, burrowing your face into the crook of his neck. Finally allowing yourself to savor the safety of his embrace.

"What happened, cherub?" he asks. "Who did this to you?"

You sniff, eyes burning as you start to weep.

"I've just been with... a lot of awful guys," you choke out. "Any time they were nice to me... treated me well... they never really meant it. It was all to get something out of me. I'd get used to it and think they would stick around and then they'd just... push me away. Or disappear. So I learned to stop trusting it."

Eddie sighs, laying his cheek against the top of your head. He hugs you tight, crushing you into his chest as if to remind you that he's still there - that he's not going anywhere.

"I'm so sorry, baby," he murmurs. "You didn't deserve any of that shit. You're so much better than that. And those assholes probably saw that and bailed because they knew they weren't good enough. Fuck, I'm probably not good enough if you didn't even know you're my fucking girlfriend."

You pull away at the disappointment in his voice, looking up at him and meeting his furrowed, sorrowful eyes. You fervently shake your head, giving his sides a firm squeeze.

"No, Eddie, no," you whimper. "You're perfect. Please don't ever tell yourself you're not good enough for me. You're everything I've ever wanted. What those guys did to me has nothing to do with you."

He brings you back in, laying a soft, tender kiss to your forehead. His hands cup your face. His hips press firm against yours. He smells like sex, and sweat, and the sweetness that just naturally lingers on his skin. He's soft, and he's warm, and he's so fiercely steady with you even though you know it terrifies him. He's safe. He's home.

"I love you," he whispers. "You don't have to say it back. I just need you to know that I love you and I'm here. Yeah? I'm right fucking here. And I plan on fucking staying."

You nod, believing. He wipes at your tears with his thumbs and presses his lips between your eyebrows, undoing the knot that's formed there. He holds you like that for several minutes, just letting you feel him there with you. He only moves when there's a knock on his door.

"We gotta move, cherub," he coaxes. "Go get dressed, yeah? We'll get some breakfast then I promise, I'm gonna spend the entire day holding you."

You smile, lips wobbling for better reasons now.

"Okay," you agree. "I... I love you, Eddie. I love you."

When he eventually returns to bed, he finds you wrapped in one of his flannel shirts and his heart cracks wide open. He's certain you're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

"There's my girl," he greets you, curling up under the sheets beside you once more. "My gorgeous, incredible girl..."

His lips find your neck, laying a trail of kisses up and down it, his chest falling flush to your back. You melt into him, no longer fighting the exhaustion of sadness and relief. You'll sleep better in his arms.

"Eddie," you drawl, lips loose in your tired haze. "Eddie... Are you mine?"

"All yours, sweetheart," he assures you without hesitation. "All yours."

[yungadltfrictn]

Jegulus Headcannons <3

james is pan

regulus is gay

regulus hates being touched but physical touch is also his love language cuz he wasnt hugged enough as a kid

james loves cuddles

like a lot

reg is really into greek mythology

his favorite story is of achilles and patroclus (obviously)

when james cant sleep reg tells him about achilles and patroclus and how they were definetly in love and the real tradgedy isnt that patroclus is dead, james, its that now achilles has to learn to live without him

regulus is always awake until 3 in the morning at least

at this point hes living on black coffee and spite

regulus pretends that he hates it when james calls him reggie but he secretly loves it because regulus sounds to formal and reminds him of grimmauld place

james thinks it hot that theyre on opposing quiddich teams

james thinks its REALLY hot that regulus can completely demolish him on the pitch

james is a reckless quiddich player

like in a hanging upsidedown on his broom with the quaffle and flying vertically with only on hand on the broom kind of way and is it really a quiddich game if i dont almost fall to my death?

this gives reg a heartattack every time but he also thinks its super hot

james had never been with anyone before reg so he didnt really know what to expect when it came to sex

reg, on the other hand, was super experienced, and found james' nerves adorable

their first time was in the astronomy tower

reg is a top/dom

james is the most bottom/sub to ever live

in james' seventh year he gives regulus a ring

its a silver snake with emrald eyes

on the inside it has J+R carved into it

once he puts it on regulus never takes it off

james promised to write to regulus every day over the summer and regulus promises to write back

after about a week james stops getting replys

he gets really worried and he asks remus to help him with a locator spell

it shows that reg is a random cave in the middle of the sea

james is overrun with fear, thinking that its some cruel punishment from walburga for refusing to get the mark

remus begs james not to follow him because he doesnt know what could be in the cave

james waits until the middle of the night to grab his broom and fly to save his reg

when he gets to the cave all he sees is water

he called out for reg but no one answers

he looks into the water and sees decaying faces staring back at him

james doesnt leave, even when the bodies start to move

he is still calling out for reg

he doesnt leave, even when they are getting up out of the water

reg still doesnt answer

he only stops calling out when he notices something on one of the bodies

a ring

a snake, to be exact, with emrald eyes

regs face was scratched and bloody

his skin was thin and falling off of the bone

his eyes where hollow and dead

the left arm of his shirt had been torn off

james can barely process what hes seeing.

he grabs his broom and leaves when he notices the dark mark on his arm

[salazarslytherin]

winner, loser. (j.p x y/n)

summary: james is determined to prove he is anything but a loser (ft. brother’s best friend james, the hockey player 😁)

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cw/tw: smut, oral (female receiving), fingering, overstimulation, slight dumbification

word count: 2.5k

a/n: inspired by me and @acosmis-t's convo about the best friend's brother/brother's best friend trope. also i literally NEVER proof read so please do not roast me if there are mistakes <3 reblog to boost please xxx

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“Imagine losing a game when you’re only a point off. Not a very good goalie, are we, James?”

“You suck, loser.”

Famous last words, huh.

That simple teasing quip spiralled into your brother’s best friend angrily rebuking you in the middle of their hockey team’s afterparty.

Your brother had long left the pair of you, instead, gone to play beer pong with a couple of the others. None of their friends was able to dissuade James from his chastising.

“…I’m an excellent goalie by the way! It’s just not my fault that Snape is a cheater…”

The bespectacled boy could tell that nothing he said was convincing you. You leaned on the kitchen counters smiling at him, almost mockingly. With every upturn of your lips, the brunet’s eye seemed to twitch. With every exhale of near-laughter, his fists clenched.

James Potter was anything but a loser.

And he was determined to prove it.

⚔︎.

You weren’t sure how it ended up this way, from James angrily gesturing and yelling about hockey plays, splashes of his scotch and soda spilling onto you with each exaggerated movement, to you sitting atop the granite counter in the guest bathroom, the hockey player tucked between your legs, devouring your lips as music thrummed throughout your house.

Calloused fingers pushed your t-shirt up, exploring your torso carelessly as he pushed his tongue into your mouth, teeth clashing against teeth, but the boy didn’t care.

Anger fuels tonight’s expedition.

James’s lips detach from yours for a brief moment, muttering a slightly breathless “take it off” as he lets go of your shirt.

His own came off in return, your eyes scanning his chest as he did yours, both of you reaching out to feel the other.

Muscles like detailing in a sculpture, the boy was David in glasses, only, his marbling was littered with specks of scars, left behind from games and fights with opposing teams.

Your bra fell from your shoulders, James tossing it haphazardly behind him as the padded cotton was replaced with warmth, his large hands cupping your bosom instantly. A moan echoed off the walls as his lips latched onto your collarbone, biting down hard as he squeezed your tits. It’s like you were made for each other — the flesh perfectly encapsulated in the goalie’s large hands.

Swarmed with nips and growls along your shoulders and beyond, there was no way you were wearing anything more revealing than a t-shirt for a few days, your hands found their way to James’s jeans, hooking your fingers into the belt loops as you pulled at them, trying to undo the denim.

In an instant, all contact was lost, James’s toned body pulling away from you as you whimpered, suddenly feeling the cold from the granite and the aircon seeping through the cracks under the door tenfold.

The thumping bass from the music was the only indication of time passing as you and James simply watched each other, memorising the way the hazel swirled in those irises.

Warmth returned as a hand landed on your thigh, squeezing it slightly as the hockey player hooked his other hand into your shorts, eyebrow raising as he awaited any protest. Finding a lack of any seeming disagreement, his hand moved from your thigh to your ass, pushing up slightly as you followed suit, lifting your hips so he could pull your bottoms off.

Sinking down onto his knees, James gripped your thighs tight, the calluses on his palms rubbing your inner thighs as he spread you open. You blushed as he saw you, all of you, the cold air in the room shocking your nipples juxtaposed by the warm air of James’s breath on your cunt.

You could feel yourself getting wet at the feeling, turning impossibly red as James chuckled, teeth grazing your inner thigh. Fingers caressed your lower lips, and you scrambled for the edges of the counter in shock as the goalie’s tongue darted out, the tip dragging along your slit. Gasping as James’s tongue dragged up to your clit, your fingers fumbled along the smooth surface to find something, anything, to hold onto. Sucking on your clit, the bespectacled boy hummed along to the song playing outside, his forefinger slipping inside of you.

Your hips bucked as James fucked you with his finger, your walls somehow already stretching around the long appendage. His lips detached from your clit as he removed his finger, feeling your slick flowing out of you as you whined at the loss of contact.

“Relax, princess.” The goalie’s tone was mocking, but you found yourself growing wet at the hypocorism, pouting at the tall boy as he grinned at you.

“Now, pay close attention.”

What the fuck is he talking about-

Oh my fucking god.

James’s lips landed back on your cunt, his tongue landing flat on your lips as he licked a wide stripe upwards, sucking tightly on your clit with a slurping sound so loud you were certain that people would have heard it if the music were just a tad softer. The appendage quickly began flicking at your clit, seemingly drawing shapes on the bundle of nerves. With each flick and each movement, your hips bucked upwards uncontrollably, hands unable to find a grip on the counter and threading the fingers in the boy’s hair instead.

In the midst of your lust-filled daze, you realised that James wasn’t just tracing aimless circles on your cunt.

Instead, he seemed to be drawing something.

Maybe this was what he wanted you to pay attention to.

You tried your best to figure out what exactly James was doing, but three strokes in you were gone. Your eyes shut close as you threw your head back, hitting the wall slightly but you couldn’t care less.

James Potter’s head was between your legs right now. You highly doubted you’d care even if the house collapsed on your heads right now.

Actually, you would. Because that meant you wouldn’t feel James on you anymore.

Your legs began to shake as your walls fluttered around nothing, faintly registering James drawing something like a snake on your cunt. Blubbering incoherently, your thighs closed around James’s head, fingers gripping the hairs as you pulled on the strands, orgasm rippling throughout your body.

Licking his lips, James pulled away from your cunt, a brow raised at you.

“I was barely halfway through.”

Your chest heaved as you recuperated from your orgasm, head leaning against the ornate mirror frame as you felt each and every thump of the heavy bass ring out through the house.

“Do you know what I told you to pay attention to?”

In the midst of a post-orgasmic fog, you barely caught onto the words that James had said. Instead, you noticed the way the boy’s lips glistened with your slick, nodding despite yourself.

“Well then princess, what was it?”

The question caught you off guard, your eyes blinking rapidly as you tried to figure out what James had been doing.

“Um, were you drawing something?”

Your voice was timid, clearly uncertain of your answer, aware that it was either wrong or not what he wanted you to say.

The goalie cooed mockingly, his hand coming to tilt your chin and face him, a kiss landing on your lips, smearing you with the taste of your own nectar.

“All shy now, princess? What happened to the smart girl telling me how ‘m a bad player earlier? Dumb girl can barely take my tongue without falling apart, hmm?”

You whined as James’s hand travelled down to your tit again, squeezing it as he kissed the sweet spot behind your ear, sucking gently. Satisfied with his handiwork, James pulled away, nibbling on your earlobe before whispering,

“Pay better attention this time.”

Fingers trailed from your bosom down to your cunt, rubbing against it as his lips traced a path down the valley of your breasts, your slick drawing a line down your front as your hips bucked, James’s finger pushing inside of you once more.

The feeling of his tongue back against your clit made your back arch, all thoughts in your head evaporating at the contact. Your eyes fluttered shut as James went back to drawing, no, writing?, the inane puzzle he so desperately wanted you to unravel.

A second finger joined the first and you squealed, unintentionally joining the music outside in harmony as your hands flew to grip onto James’s hair once more, the stretch in your walls a welcomed stranger.

You could feel the rim of his glasses grazing your pelvis, the cold metal a jolting reminder that this was James, your brother’s best friend here in all his glory.

Flesh and blood, his heat became yours with every movement.

Your cunt was already sensitive from your first orgasm, and the goalie’s fervent movements didn’t help at all.

His fingers pumped in and out of you relentlessly, curling at the boy’s leisure as you let out a scream with each movement. His tongue flicked at your nub, each stroke reminding you that you had a ‘task’ at hand, but the pleasure rendered you incapable of completing it.

The boy was right. He really had fucked you dumb already.

Your walls clenched around James’s fingers as your orgasm peaked, his tongue moving inhumanely fast as every move taunted you. Your legs shook as James pulled his fingers out of you, gripping your thighs as his canvas enlarged, writing whatever he had to say all over your cunt as you rode out your orgasm.

Your eyelids felt heavy as your legs twitched around James’s slowly retreating body. In your blurred vision, you could see his handsome face nearing you, tongue skimming his bottom lip as your nectar dripped off his chin.

Your heart beat in rhythm with the bass rumbling under your body, James’s brow lifting, almost as if he was bored of the whole ordeal.

“So, what was it? I almost finished this time, I’m sure a smart girl like you can figure it out.”

Your mouth ran dry as your fog riddled mind scrambled to come up with an answer, opening and closing as you fought to expel some sort of coherent thought.

“Um, you were, um, writing something?”

The hockey player huffed in amusement, fingers swiping at his chin as he collected your slick on them, one hand cupping your jaw as the other prodded at your lips. Your mouth fell open at the slight contact, too far gone to even consider what James was doing.

You’d take anything he gave you at this point.

The boy cooed as you welcomed his fingers into your mouth, sucking on them amenably.

“Princess is taking my fingers so well, hmm? But poor dumb Y/N can’t even figure out what I was writing.”

James’s grip around your chin tightened at his words, making your jaw fall open.

“Guess you need to feel it again. And pay even better attention.”

The words made your hooded eyes snap open, whining around his fingers as you shook your head, the thought of a third orgasm making you shudder.

“N-no, James no more. Can’t take it, please.”

A calloused thumb rubbed circles on your jaw, the boy’s eyebrow raising and the corner of his mouth turning upwards at the sound of your pleading.

“Need to prove to you I’m not a loser though, princess. You were so adamant that I suck, gotta prove to you that I don’t, hmm?”

His hands traced down your body once more, settling on your thighs as he spread them, ready to prove himself to you. But you kept your thighs together as best you could, shaking your head beseechingly.

“Please, I-I’m sorry James, I didn’t mean it, I was wrong. You don’t suck. Y-you’re, um, you’re a winner. Not a loser. A winner.”

James’s eyes glinted from behind the dark frames, his hands stopping their prying at your frantic words.

“Say that again.”

Your thighs slackened, looking into the brunet’s eyes.

“You’re a winner.”

A smirk grew on James’s lips, pink tongue darting outwards to wet his lips, not that they weren’t already drenched in your nectar.

“That’s it, princess.”

His face moved back closer towards yours, breath ghosting your lips as his body hovered over yours, one hand moving to the band of his pants.

“James Potter is a winner.”

The taste of the goalie’s lips was addictive, maybe the fact that he was covered in your arousal made him more desirable, but you were entranced by it. Your hands came to cup the sides of his face as his pulled at his pants, unbuttoning the jeans and pulling them down to his midthigh. James’s tongue slotted deep within your mouth, swallowing your moans as his hands tucked under your knees, gripping tightly as he pulled you flush against him.

“D’you think you can take one more, princess?”

You whined at the brief loss of contact, pulling the goalie’s lips back against your own, the older boy chuckling at your desperation. James’s hand pumped at his shaft as he kissed you back, lip teasing your bottom lip as his tip did your lower lips.

You gasped around James’s tongue as he pushed into you fully, your cunt unbelievably sensitive from your previous two orgasms. The goalie bottomed out as his hand came back to catch your thigh, your legs wrapped around the hockey player’s toned waist. You bit down on James’s bottom lip as he pulled out of you slowly, his arms holding the bulk of your body weight, the veins in his arms protruding like strokes on a canvas.

As James thrust in and out of you with steady strokes, you could distinctly feel the cold granite digging into your lower back, a bruise definitely to be left behind in the morning. But you couldn’t care less, your mind only occupied with the feeling of James’s cock inside of you.

With each thrust, all James could hear was the sound of blades against the ice, sticks hitting sticks, spurring him to move his hips quicker.

James Potter was a winner.

And no one was allowed to say otherwise.

Your walls tightened around James’s cock, unable to hold out even a second longer, the overstimulation quickly pushing you closer and closer to the edge. Your nails dug into the boy’s shoulders, his digging into your thighs as your walls fluttered, eyes rolling back as you came on James’s cock.

You collapsed around the boy, his hips still thrusting as your arms slung around his neck, head lulling as you felt him groan, cock twitching inside of you as he spilt his seed. Your eyes remained half-closed as James shifted you to sit properly on the counter, pulling out from inside of you.

⚔︎.

“Now that’s what we call a hat trick. Three goals in one game, pretty impressive, wouldn’t you say?”

A laugh bubbled out of your mouth, proper judgement escaping your fog-riddled mind.

“You’re such a loser.”

A hand gripped your chin tightly, tilting your face up to face his.

“I’m a winner, do you need me to prove it again?”

You shook your head at the boy, spluttering and speechless at the thought of anything more.

“You’re a winner, I’m sorry.”

James let go of your chin, petting your jaw lightly.

“Good girl. Now, do you think you can go back to the party, or do you want me to carry you to your room, princess?”

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[vibraniumwing]

soft.

a bucky barnes x fem!reader wherein the reader comes home to see the super soldier with a toddler tucked in his lap.

WARNING: none! (all mistakes within the story are mine)

A/N: soft and domestic (and clingy) bucky, anyone? i’ve written this with tfaws bucky in mind after episode five where he was on the couch and smiled after seeing sam’s nephews. so yes now i present to you bucky with a child bcs we need that content, ,, good bYe for i shall be drowning in my own feels.

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“Do you really have to go, doll?” Bucky asked, watching you by the frame of your shared bedroom door with his hands crossed against his chest. A heavy sigh heaving from his lips as his eyes observed you pick out a shirt to wear, hands grasping on his black shirt and opted to wear that; a small smile formed on his lips as you slipped into the clothing piece, adoring how big it looks on you.

You turned to him with your hand on your waist, an eyebrow raised, “Unless you want to starve for a whole month then fine I won’t go to the grocery” you say teasingly, checking yourself out in the mirror before walking up to him, arms linking around his neck loosely; his hands circling around your waist in a protective manner as he pulls you into him. “I won’t be gone for the whole day, James.”

He groaned softly, wanting nothing more than to accompany you but seeing that you were going with your mother, he opted out. “You always say that then be gone for the whole afternoon.” he grumbles in between the kisses he gives you. “You and your mom take so much time at the grocery store.”

You threw your head back and laughed, finding his small whiny state adorable. You retract your arms from behind his neck and cupped the sides of his face, squishing his cheeks gently. “You sound like a child, Buck. I promise I won’t be long. Besides, you have Alpine to keep you company.” you motion your head to the sleeping cat on the bed.

“Now please let me go so I can leave now and be back sooner.” you tell him, pressing one final kiss to his lips before ducking out of his embrace, making your way to the front door and grabbing your car keys before turning back to see him standing behind you with a small pout on his lips (albeit he would never admit to doing such an act),

You grinned and walked up to him, reaching up to press a small kiss on his lips. “Sometimes it's hard to believe you’re this big scary dude that can take twenty men down in a course of ten minutes when all I see is this big baby.” you tease, a hand snaking up to the back of his head to play with the ends of his hair softly.

“Doll wait before you go” Bucky starts off, holding onto you, cheeks lightly flushed as he hesitated with his words, clearing his throat lightly before looking away, “Can you set up that damn Netflix thing on the TV before you leave?”

Your gaze on him softened even more and nodded, leading him to the living room and set the whole thing up for him, handing him the remote right after. “I’m guessing you can manage now?” he smiled shyly, the area around his eyes crinkling as he nodded. “Yeah, I will. Thanks, doll.”

“I’ll be back later, I love you, Buck!” You bid him a goodbye, looking back at him from the door and gave him a small wave, the male waving back before focusing on the TV, searching for that one movie you suggested he watch.

“What was that movie called again? RIght, The Breakfast Club”

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Not even half-way through the movie, Bucky had somehow fallen asleep on the couch, not finding the first few minutes of the film entertaining. He somehow fell deep into slumber that he didn’t even notice the front door of the house opening until he felt something being placed on his stomach.

He stirred awake and the first thing his blurry vision could make out is the outline of a toddler sitting on him. “Hey James, I’m leaving Hugo with you and Y/N for the weekend. Our babysitter cancelled out last minute and I’ve been trying to call my sister but she hasn’t picked up any calls.” Damian, your younger brother said in a rush, putting down your nephew’s baby bag on the coffee table. “Thanks James, we owe you one.”

But before Bucky could get a say in any of this, Damian was already out the door and the sound of a car pulling away was followed. Barely half-awake, he stared at the tyke who was staring right back at him with his innocent E/C doe eyes. “What do I do with you?”

He takes Hugo in his arms as he sits up, placing him on his lap, his metal arm reaching over to pause television. “Y/N’s better at this than I am.” he mumbles, watching the child look around the room before he started to fidget on the larger male’s lap, wanting to roam around.

Bucky sighs, “Now why won’t Y/N answer her calls?” he asks the tiny human who was still staring up at him. He reaches over to grab his phone and dials your number, only to hear it ring from the other side of the house, inside your room. He dropped the call and placed his phone inside his pocket, now wondering what he could do to keep the small person alive.

“Usually Y/N deals with you.” He says, watching the small child struggle on his lap, clearly wanting to get down. Bucky finally gets what Hugo wanted to do and sets him down on the carpeted floor, watching the toddler (wobbly) walk around the space freely.

Seeing that the child was doing alright after finding a small fixation with Alpine who was now resting near the couch, he returned his attention back to the TV to resume watching the movie. His attention split in half as he continued to glance back at the kid who was now playing with the toys you had brought him and kept at in a basket in the corner of the living room where you deemed it “Hugo’s Area”

Bucky was finally getting into the film, entertainment written all over his face at the sight of the students dancing around the library until it morphed into one of concern when a small bonk followed by a loud cry resonated the room making him look over at Hugo who was already flushed from crying.

He paused the movie again and rushed over to Hugo’s side, taking the small boy in his arms, cradling him on his lap as he tried to calm him down. “Now kid, don’t cry on me. C’mon” he mumbled, raising him up lightly to look at his forehead as he searched for any wounds, relieved to find none.

“C’mon James, what would Y/N do…” He said to himself, standing up as he moved around and cradled the crying child, trying to remember what you would do whenever he has meltdowns like this.

“Oh god, right!” Bucky exclaimed as he remembered, quickly going to the couch and sat down, placing Hugo on his lap as he gently placed his vibranium hand on the back of his head and his flesh one cupping the smaller one’s cheek, wiping the tears that glistened on his smooth skin.

Seeing how the toddler was starting to calm down, he carefully spoke, “Now you gotta work with me, little one.” Bucky then proceeded to blow softly on his face, remembering how you would do that when Hugo was having a fit. “Now can you do that for me as well?” He asked, encouraging the child with a small smile.

Once he felt the kid do the same thing, he repeated the steps a few more times until he was completely calm, letting the child snuggle up against his chest, feeling how he would occasionally let out a small shuddering sob from time to time, making Bucky laugh at the adorable action. “Now what do you want to do?” he gently asked, the cold surface of his metal hand that caressed the child’s back making small bubbles of laughter elicit from the baby.

“Bucky wead [ read ] pwease?” was all that left the two-year old’s mouth, causing a small surprise from the older. Hugo then pushed himself off from Bucky’s chest and turned to his small corner of the room, raising his small arm and pointing his even smaller finger towards the bookshelf that was filled to the brim with story books.

A chuckle left the soldier’s lips, “Alright then, little dude. Go take your pick.” he then proceeded to let him down and watch as the toddler walked his way towards the array of books and picked out one, running back towards him with a big smile.

“Alright big guy, what do you have for me?” Bucky asked, taking the tyke in his arms once again, taking the book from Hugo’s hands. He let out a (very) fake gasp of excitement which made the toddler laugh out loud as his reaction, making small little wiggles of his own eagerness for the book.

Bucky shifted in his seat a little to be more comfortable, letting Hugo snuggle up to him as he opened the book and started to read, “Llama Llama, red pajama, reads a story with his mama.”

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You were elated to finally come back home and fall into your lover’s arms from a long day of errands with your mom. After the Target trip with your mom, you had to drive her back home and help her with her own groceries and pack up everything with her over at your childhood home一 with an addition of having a few serious talks with her about your future.

“Seriously, Y/N. When are you going to give me a grandchild?” Your mother poked your sides as you helped her bring in the bags filled with her stuff. Ever since Damian introduced Hugo to the family, she’d been on your heels about when you and Bucky would bring one to them as well; admittedly you and him had been in a much longer relationship than Damian and his wife which surprises everyone even more.

You shrugged, rolling your eyes in a playful manner. “I don’t know, mom. I think I’m content being with Bucky for now.” you answered truthfully, setting the items on the kitchen island and turned to her, “Besides, we have Alpine! Our cat!”

This made your mother sigh, laughing softly at your antics. “I know my sweet girl, but I’m just so excited to see a little you or James run around with Hugo.” Her answer causes your heart to swell at the thought of starting a family with him some day; conversations like this with him are normal but are always caught in a fleeting moment so you were never certain about his opinions on the matter.

“Well you just have to wait and see, ma.”

Taking the bags in your hand, you walked over to the door and opened it with ease, expecting to see Bucky waiting for you on the other side only to be greeted by none. Your eyebrows were furrowed as you carefully stepped inside, assuming he had fallen asleep as he waited for you until you heard his quiet voice resonating through the living room. “Little llama, don’t you know? Mama llama loves you so”

You peeked at the source of the sound and what you saw made you just melt on the spot. Bucky had Hugo on his lap, your nephew playing with the thumb of his artificial arm as he listened to the story that he was barely paying attention to as he was already falling asleep.

Not wanting to interrupt the moment, you graced on over to the kitchen in silence and arranged everything as quiet as you can. The smile on your face growing bigger at the thought of how much of a good father Bucky could be; the sight of him with your nephew caused a thousand butterflies to dance around in your stomach freely.

“You’re back, doll?” Bucky’s quiet voice made you jump, head whipping to his direction where he stood with Hugo fast asleep in his arms.

You nod and walk towards him, offering to take him from his arms and Bucky disagreed, pulling away from your attempts. “Hugo’s with me, I’ll take him to bed and I’ll help you finish out here, alright?”

Chuckling softly, you agree and reach up to place a quick kiss on your nephew’s forehead, moving aside so Bucky can place him down inside your room.

You were folding up the plastic bags when you felt a pair of arms sneak up and circle your waist, capturing you in a back hug. Your back was flat against his chest, the warmth from his body making you relax in his arms. Turning around, you let your arms snake up around his neck, your hands playing with the ends of his hair, his physique visibly loosening up. “So your brother came here earlier and said you weren’t picking up your calls.”

“I forgot my phone, i know.” you told him, throwing your head back slightly to let out a soft groan of annoyance at yourself before looking back at him. You met his gaze and his eyes were filled with adoration and love with a spark of something you can’t seem to pinpoint. “What’s going through that head of yours, James?”

He hummed softly, pressing a quick kiss to your lips, “I was just thinking of how I want to have a family of my own with you.” he answered truthfully, not finding anything shameful in admitting his thoughts. “The afternoon I spent with Hugo made me realize I want that for us as well.” his words were soft and dripping with enthusiasm at the thought of being with you for the rest of your days.

This made your cheeks flush lightly, a happy smile resting on your lips as you were already in agreement of his words, “I’ve been thinking the exact same thing, Bucky. I can’t wait to have our own little minion running around the house.” you admitted, this time making Bucky smile even wider than yours, happy that you had the same thought.

“Also, not to brag but I think I’m his favourite now.” Bucky said out of nowhere, grabbing the small carton of chocolate milk from behind you and letting you go, opening the drink and chugging it down in one go.

You rolled your eyes at his words, playfully flipping him off as you sauntered into the pantry where you were arranging your stock of goods. “I highly doubt that, he loves me way more.”

“That’s what you think but Hugo made me read his favourite book to him so now I’m his favourite. He even said it himself.”

“Oh no he didn’t!”

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