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[ramp-it-up]

You’ve Got Me Thinking

Summary: James Bucky Barnes WAS an avowed bachelor and one night stand artist. You came along and knocked him on his face. It's the holidays. What happens when Bucky seems to skip out on going to your parents home for Thanksgiving? Does he really care about you like he says he does?

Pairing: Art Dealer (mob boss) Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N: I know that I've been awol, but life has been lifing lately. This story is about Thanksgiving; A Christmas/New Year's fic featuring Steve Rogers will be posted BEFORE New Year's eve. Thank you for continuing to rock with this story. And let me know if you like it (knocking the rust off, and I hope you do!)

This fic is connected to the Knock You Down AU, and comes immediately after Dessert or Disaster. It is in answer to this ask.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. Read at your own risk. Smut directly below the cut! Oral (female receiving) implications of a blow job, cancelling plans, hurt feelings, traveling to family for the holidays. Bucky is full of surprises, sneaking around, voice kink, humiliation kink, praise kink, use of Daddy, sex in a game room, fingering, a light slap, slight choking, backshots on a pool table, breeding kink, creampie, raw p in v (wrap it up, folks), use of google translate Romanian. Not Beta'd. All errors my own.

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The Saturday before Thanksgiving, Bucky Barnes feasted on his favorite food. 

You.

“Remember. Let me hear your sounds, Frumoasă.”

Bucky murmured it against your thigh, inhaling your rich scent. 

His thumbs were at your apex, separating your wet, swollen folds and marveling at the way the moonlight highlighted your body.

“These lips glistening in the moonlight. So, so, so, beautiful.”

You arched your back as Bucky delivered kitten kisses up your thigh with each ‘so.’ You clamped your lips together and moaned, causing Bucky to reach up and tug your chin down, momentarily shoving his fingers inside your mouth. 

“Do you want me to eat this pretty pussy out or not?”

His voice made you shudder.

“Yessss. Please Jamie!”

You reached down and tangled your fingers in his hair, grinding on air, trying to entice him to finish his meal.

“Then let. Me. Hear. You.”

Buck slapped your jaw lightly, squeezed your throat momentarily and flicked each of your nipples as his hand journeyed back down to hold you open for him.

“Okayyyy. Yes, Daddy…”

Bucky’s heart started beating faster and his cock jumped, spilling more precum onto the sheets. His long fingers gripped your hips as he shook his head and descended toward your empty, clenching cunt.

His tongue slid through you, separating your lower lips and causing your hips to buck up off the bed.

“Ohhhhhhhh!”

Bucky stopped and smiled down at your pussy.

“That’s it,” He pinned your juicy thighs down with his large hands. “Give me your sounds Baby Girl.”

You started keening as he suckled your clit. You brought both hands down to grip his hair as he thoroughly and skillfully ate your pussy.

“Taste like fucking heaven. Every single ti—.”

He mumbled it against your cunt until you cut him off by mindlessly grinding your pelvis in his face. At this point, you were all feelings, no thoughts.

“Fuck, Jamie! I’m gonna—”

Just then, Bucky inserted two fingers inside you and curled them just at the right angle to have your thighs trembling around his head. 

“Oh shit… Jamesss, I—”

All of a sudden, you tried pushing him away as you started squirting, but he was immovable, continuing to lick, suck, and sip at you until you were a screaming, sobbing mess.

Bucky moved and lay beside you to take in your blissed out face and play with one of your curls as you came back to earth. He was catching his breath, and marveling at your beauty and how much he loved you. Yes, he was hard as a rock, but he would take his pleasure soon. 

He was determined to be worthy of this love. He needed to tell you his plan.

Your eyes fluttered open and you grinned up at him.

“That was too much. You’re so mean to me.”

Bucky grinned, chest puffed out because he knew that you meant the opposite. 

“Unh hunh. So why are you smiling?”

You tried to stop. 

“I’m not…”

“Sure. Whatever you say. C’mere. I gotta tell you something.”

“Why don’t you let me tell you something? I’ll speak into the mic.”

You reached for his cock and well, who was Bucky to argue with your perfect little hands taking hold of him?

—--

Later, after getting cleaned up and on fresh linens, Bucky finally told you what he’d been meaning to all night.

“Frumoasă, There has to be a slight change of plans. I can’t fly down to Hilton Head with you tomorrow. I will try to make it for Thanksgiving…”

You froze in his arms, the contented vibe you shared shattered. You leaned up on your elbow, the raised eyebrow making Bucky stop talking. You looked pissed. 

“You promised…”

It was all planned out. This was the big “meet the parents moment.” Your parents had retired to Hilton Head after years of Brooklyn winters. Holidays had been spent in South Carolina for the last 10 years. 

In your mind, this was the next big step. In Bucky’s mind, he still had work to do.

Your anxiety spiked sky high. You began to doubt that Bucky was as into you as you thought. Maybe he was just selling you a dream after all. 

Bucky sat up, sheet pooling around his waist and the moonlight which streamed in from his floor to ceiling windows highlighted the ridges of his abs. Your eyes followed those muscles up to his handsome face, the rueful look on it, and his disheveled curls.

He was so hot. Instead of caving, you shook yourself out of your lust for him to sit up and cover yourself with the bedclothes. 

Bucky glanced at your arm holding the bedding against you like a shield and frowned. He knew that it was the beginning of shutting yourself off from him. 

He sighed.

“Frumoasa, I know that I promised I would go to your parents home for Thanksgiving, and I will try to still be there. But I also promised that I would go legit. For us. That is more important right now.”

Bucky’s own anxiety had increased the closer the holidays came. He wasn’t good enough, not clean enough to meet your parents yet.

“Steve and I are speeding up the timeline to divest of as many… unconventional businesses as we can…”

“So that’s why he’s in Atlanta? What kind of business is he offloading there?”

Bucky was silent and you just nodded, pulling the sheet off of him and standing up to wrap it around you, not allowing him to see your nakedness, nor caring about his.

“I’ve got to go pack.”

You tried to swallow the lump in your throat as you got dressed and you stiffened as he came behind you and tried to touch your arms. He dropped his hands when you did that and although you couldn't see it, you knew that his face fell.

It was evident in the way his voice cracked.

“I’m not abandoning you, Frumoasă; I love you.”

You turned and looked at him then. Bucky’s sea blue eyes bore into yours. You almost melted. Almost. Instead you wiped away a tear and Bucky’s wrecked look turned into devastation. You lifted your chin.

“I love you too, James.” 

You sighed. 

”Maybe this is good. We need some space.”

Bucky didn’t try to touch you again, even though he just wanted to take you in his arms again. Instead, he just moved to pull on some sweats and a hoodie.

"I don’t ever need space from you. But I'll give it to you if you need it." 

You were in Bucky’s arms before you knew it. 

"In a minute."

You tried not to register how good it was by closing your eyes, as if that could erase all of the emotion and love you felt for Bucky in such a short time. But you were doubting if he truly felt the same way. He kissed you on the cheek and his fingers trailed along the side of your face to turn it toward him.

"Listen. This is me and you. I know you don't want to hear this right now, but you are number one. I'm just trying to get my life right for you before we go further. You are everything to me."

You tried not to drown in the deep pools of Bucky’s eyes.

"You and me both being stubborn as fuck help the situation, but something's gotta give."

You felt like the room was spinning around you two.

“I just wish that you would trust me and give me you."

“You have me.”

Bucky smiled and gave you a chaste peck on the lips.

“Okay… We’ll talk about that later, but now, let’s get you home so you can pack.”

Your outrageous pride prevented you from changing your mind and staying. His prevented him from asking you to stay. 

So Bucky drove you home.

—--

On the flight down to the island, you couldn’t help but think of the private jet you were supposed to fly in with Bucky. You had hoped for some private mile high times, but Instead you flew commercial, first class thanks to Bucky.

Your man was crisscrossing the country to tie up loose ends. Sam and Steve and Nat were doing the same. They all seemed to have a renewed sense of urgency.

You looked down at your phone at the numerous texts from your Bucky. You sighed and felt bad at your attitude. He was doing this for you. 

You still missed him like hell, though.

—--

Your mood lifted as the balmy air of the barrier island greeted you at the airport. When you saw your cousin waiting for you at baggage claim with a giant sign with your name on it, you couldn’t help the grin that spread across your face.

She almost knocked you over with the force of her hug.

“I’m so glad to see you! It’s been foreverrrrr!”

She looked around you as you gave her a bear hug.

“Where is the hunk? Rabbit?”

You cocked your head at her.

“Rabbit? Do you mean Bunny? What the fuck is wrong with you! It’s not Bunny, its Bucky, Bitch!” 

You couldn’t breath, you were laughing so hard.

“He’s good. Gotta work. But we’re back together now. Let’s go get something to drink before I face the parentals.”

Your cousin laughed and shook her head, then headed to your favorite spot on the island.

—-

"What is Bunny doing now?"  

You rolled your eyes at your cousin’s joke.

"I do not know. He's all the way in Chicago. The last time he texted me, he told me he was grabbing some food. I'm gonna let him live..."  

You tried to play it off, to seem unconcerned.

"Ummmhmmm.  And when was the last time he texted you?" 

The question came as your phone buzzed.

You blushed as you grabbed your phone. 

"Well, before this,10 minutes ago."  

you looked down at her phone at a pic of Bucky with his mouth full of shawarma and silhouetted by Lake Michigan.

Next time I see you I’m going to eat you like this.

You smiled down at the pic. You wanted to text him back, but hadn't in a couple of hours.  He'd kept texting, determined to keep communicating with you. You loved this man.

"What...?" 

Your cousin was saying something to you but you weren't paying attention.

"Are you mad at him?"  

She had that look on her face. Damn, she’d known you too long. Your entire life.

"I don't know, maybe a little bit? Disappointed is what I am. I wanted him to be with me. I miss his stupid face!"  

“When is the wedding?”

“Shut up!”

You smiled down at his pic again.

“No one is even thinking about all that.”

Except every night that you fell asleep in his arms. And every morning when you reached for him, whether he was with you or not. Bucky had you thinking about your life, your house, your kids. You cleared your throat.

“Enough about me. What is up with you? You look good. And relaxed.”

She looked deeply into your eyes and smirked. She knew you too well. You might as well have been sisters rather than cousins, the way you grew up so close. But she didn’t press you at the moment. 

“Yeah, well. I’m not working two jobs anymore. I can concentrate on dancing and teaching.”

“What? Did you get an angel investor or something?”

Your cousin’s dream had been dance, but after she was injured, it was to open a dance studio. It had been a struggle for a while to find the funds.

A look flashed across her face.

“You could say that. Let’s just say I received a one time donation to the Peach Preserve Dance Studio.”

“What are you even talking about cousin?”

She just grinned back at you, as circumspect as you were.

"Nothing at all except I'm about to fuck this creme brulee french toast and bottomless mimosas..." 

“Now you’re speaking my language!”

—-

Four days later, Bucky’s hand hovered over the door to your parents’ expansive beach house at the hour Thanksgiving dinner was to be served, but he didn’t make contact. He started to turn around, but Steve was blocking his escape route.

“Don’t be such a fucking jerk. You can do this.”

“I’m gonna. Punk.”

Bucky glared at Steve over his shoulder. 

Steve raised his eyebrow at his best friend. He nodded at the door. 

“Go get your girl and talk to her parents, asshole. Get started on your life, jerk.”

Bucky’s heart was hammering against his ribs. Years of mob life, fights and worse, and he was sweating like a teenager about to see his crush and meet her parents. Just the thought of forever with you made him feel faint. 

He wasn’t scared of wanting it; he was scared that you wouldn’t want it too. 

Bucky took a deep breath and decided to man up just as the door swung open before he could knock. An older man’s grinning face appeared. 

“Well what do we have here? You two gentlemen lost?”

Bucky’s response caught in his throat, but Steve caught the gleam in the man’s eye. He had a feeling this man knew exactly who Bucky was.

Steve was right, Ray and Karen had thoroughly researched James Buchanan Barnes when you told them about him. They weren’t impressed with what they found out, but Ray thought that the fact that he was standing in front of their house at this moment took balls. Mostly because he knew his stepdaughter.

“Hello Mr. Y/LN. My name is Bucky.”

“What the hell is a Bucky?”

Steve had to laugh at Ray rattling his best friend’s cage, but was rewarded with another glare.

“Let me start again. My name is James Barnes. Bucky is short for Buchanan. My middle name. My friends call me Bucky.”

Bucky had straightened up and extended his hand although at this point, Ray was leaning against the doorframe, letting Bucky twist in the wind as he rambled. Then, the door opened wider.

A gorgeous older woman appeared beside what must have been her husband. Steve looked her up and down. She must have been your mother. He elbowed Bucky in the side. Bucky wanted to beat him over the head with the flowers in his hand, but your mother began to address him.

“Barnes? So you are the young man who has our little girl all caught up? Are those flowers for Y/N?”

Bucky gave one of his gorgeous smiles, finally remembering how to charm a woman.

“No ma’am. They’re for you.”

Karen’s exacting gaze took in Bucky and Steve, but especially Bucky. A gleam came into her eyes as he handed her the bouquet.

“Thank you James. Nice touch. It’s about time you came to get her. I was beginning to lose faith in you.”

She grinned and winked at Bucky while pulling him into the house where Bucky and Steve were enveloped in the warmth of your parents home and the smell of turkey throughout the house. All of Bucky’s senses sharpened when he heard your voice. 

“Ma, where do you want these—” 

You froze in the kitchen doorway. 

“Holy–.”

Bucky didn’t bother to hide his reaction to you. Steve smirked, Ray rolled his eyes and Karen beamed while you melted. Bucky had an audience but he didn’t give a damn.

You were absolutely gorgeous. Your light sweater dress hugged every lush curve of you. Hair was escaping your messy bun and those eyes went wide, your lips parting in surprise. 

“James?”

 “Hey Frumoasă.” 

—-

You very nearly dropped the bowl of food in your hand when you saw Bucky standing in the foyer. Here he was, with his broad shoulders and lean muscle under a black leather jacket.

His jaw was dusted with that sexy black and grey stubble that you loved to feel between your legs so much and those eyes made your knees go weak. You sighed, nearly whimpering.

This was your man. And he came for you.

What a man. 

 “Hey Frumoasă.” 

Before you could stop yourself, you handed the food to your cousin and ran to Bucky. He caught you and wrapped his strong arms around you. 

“I can’t believe you’re here,” you managed to whisper into his neck, trying not climb him like a tree in front of everyone. You felt him shiver and you pulled back to gaze into Bucky’s eyes as almost everyone else stared at you two. 

“You look good, Baby.”

To Bucky, that was the understatement of the year. You looked amazing and all he wanted was his lips on you but given the circumstances, he reverted to kissing your hand, the move that made you fall for him. It was your turn to shiver, which caused him to grin, then make space between you two as he looked at your parents and the rest of your family who were watching the scene with rapt attention.

Except for one cousin and Steve, you had an audience but Bucky was more concerned about making his own impression. 

“Is the invitation to dinner still open?” 

You just smiled in response as your mother cleared her throat. 

“Of course the invitation is still open. You and your friend have a seat at our table any time.”

“Thank you, Mr. and Mrs. YLN. I really appreciate it.”

“Where is Steve?” you asked, looking around. 

Your cousin was missing as well. Before anyone went to look, Steve entered from the hallway, looking a bit flustered.

“Needed to use the facilities.”

Your cousin entered from the kitchen with a too-bright smile. You narrowed your eyes at her as she entered with another dish. Before you could say anything, Bucky grabbed your hand to head to the dining room.

—-

“Can you pass the turkey? Y/N?”

You were busy clenching your thighs together under the table. Bucky hadn’t even touched you, but just the sight of his shoulders in the black cashmere sweater and of that tongue poking out to lick his lips periodically was causing your pussy to drip.

Not to mention the fact that the way your man was now charming the socks off your parents was the sexiest thing ever.

Bucky’s thighs spread and touched yours and you glanced at him.

“Y/N?”

Bucky was staring at you like he owned you as he rolled his sleeves up on the black sweater he was wearing. Those forearms got you even wetter. When you looked up at his piercing eyes and his ticked jaw, you were about to ask him to fuck you over the table. 

Those lips quirked up into a half-smirk, reading you like a book. You squirmed and licked your lips.

“What? Oh. Sorry, Ma…”

You passed the plate to your mother as Bucky continued to stare at you. His lips moved and your head felt swimmy. 

“Huh?”

Your cousin scoffed and Steve grumbled; your mother tittered and Bucky repeated himself.

“Pass the potatoes?”

Bucky’s voice was pure sex, and he may have well said, ‘suck my dick?’ because now you were ready to hit the floor. 

Lord, you needed to get it together.

You passed the dish to Bucky and the way the electricity jolted you when your fingers touched was about to set your clit on fire.

“Thanks, Frumoasă.”

“Now, what exactly does that mean, James? What are you calling my baby?”

Bucky chuckled and began to explain what the pet name meant and went on to talk about his childhood in Romania. While he engaged in genteel conversation with your parents, his hand dropped under the table, landing on your leg. He grasped it, firm and demanding. He pulled your leg away from the other, opening you wide for him.

Evil, evil man.

His hand moved higher, as you checked to see if anyone noticed anything. Your cousin looked sullen, moving the food around her plate while sneaking glances at Steve, who mirrored her countenance. 

You are about to ask a question as Bucky’s fingers move even higher, his thumb becoming dangerous. His fingers reached the edge of your panties and that’s when you realized that this man’s plan was to make you cum in front of your family. 

You coughed to cover a moan as you checked for your parents, who seemed to be listening intently to Bucky. 

He, your devil boyfriend, was smiling in their direction, but you knew that it was meant just for you. You decided to fight fire with fire and move your hand down to his thigh, fingernails scratching through his black slacks.

Bucky hesitated, then cleared his throat as he shot you a look. You smiled angelically at him and took a bite of food. He cleared his throat and went back to his story just as you found what you were looking for. 

The steel rod in Bucky Barnes’ pants.

Bucky dropped his fork and bent over toward you to get it.

“Behave, Frumoasă.”

“I will if you will.”

Bucky shook his head and straightened up, taking his hand away as your mother appeared at his side to trade his dirty fork with a shiny new one. Bucky smiled innocently yet kept his leg pressed up against yours. 

He turned your way again and whispered, “Later.”

It was one word, but it held volumes of filthy promise; so much so that your appetite changed instantly.

—--

Bucky was fitting right in with your loud, loving family. And you were loving it, because it allowed you to see that he was really trying to fit into your life. As dinner was ending, your mother extended another invitation. 

“Why don’t you and Steven stay here until you leave Sunday? You are staying until Sunday, aren’t you, James?” 

Your mother’s arched eyebrow was just like yours, and Bucky couldn’t help but smile. 

You looked between the two and then at Ray when both of your shook your heads; your mom loved James Barnes. You bit your lip to think of the harassment you would receive if you ever broke up.

Bucky looked at you when he was offered and he read your eyes. Something about being under the same roof with you 24/7 was intriguing to both of you.

“Yes, we are staying until Sunday.”

Bucky reached for your hand. You smiled wide at him.

“I’d love nothing more, Karen, but Steve and I have booked rooms at the Surf Song Inn…”

Steve caught Bucky’s glance and shrugged.

“Seems like staying here might be fun.”

You thought you saw your cousin make a face out of the corner of your eye, but when you looked more closely, her face was normal. But she wasn’t happy.

“All the rooms are taken!”

Karen cut her a look.

“My niece is right, but of the 8 bedrooms, we can make space. She can bunk with Y/N, and you and Steve can bunk together.”

“Fantastic,” your cousin intoned, sagging in her seat.

“Wonderful,” Steve deadpanned.

You just giggled nervously. This was going to be interesting.

—--

It was after midnight when you creeped downstairs. Every creak in the hallways made your heart race. Everyone was asleep, including your cousin/roomate, so there should have been nothing to worry about. But when you reached the bottom step of the basement stairs landing, you were grabbed and pulled against a hard chest and a hand clamped over your mouth.

“Gonna have to be quiet, Y/N.”

Bucky growled it against your ear.

“Think you can do that while I fuck this perfect fucking pussy?”

You whimpered in response and nodded your head.

“Good girl.”

But he didn’t release his hold on your face, instead his other hand traveled down your body and inside your sweats to cup your cunt.

“No panties, huh? ”

Your nipples were sharp, aching tips of nerve endings at this point. 

“Been hard as fuck, thinking about you in that dress today, Frumoasa. Love this body, your ass, these tits.”

He nuzzled your neck, inhaling your scent. 

“I love how wet you get for me, the smell of you, everything about you. Fuck!”

Bucky lifted his now wet fingers to his face to taste you, then slipped them into your mouth. You obediently accepted it, proceeding to wantonly suck your juices off Bucky’s fingers.

“Suchhhh a good, naughty little slut for me. In your parent’s house. You are mine, aren’t you?”

You whimpered again as you nodded vigorously, as his other hand squeezed the sides of your throat and his finger fucked into you again.

“You’re fucking soaked, sweetheart. Who did that to you? Wanna cum for me?”

“You Daddy. Yes, Daddy…”

Bucky moaned quietly at your furtive whisper and slipped three fingers inside you, fucking you expertly. You were almost lifted off of the ground.

“Love the sounds you make, Frumoasă, but you’ve got to stay quiet.”

He moved his hand back over your face, which ignited your blood even more.

“Just like that. Cum for me. But not a sound.”

You started shaking all over and Bucky sped up, unrelenting until he achieved his goal.

“Give it to me.”

You felt all of your joints lock up as you moaned and cursed behind his hand. Your lover held a bucking bronco in his arms as you rode over that crest and then came down again.

“Holy shit, Sweetheart. That was so hot.”

Bucky kissed the side of your neck and then whispered, “Ready for more?”

“Fuck yes…”

He walked you to the pool table and bent you over it, which allowed you to rest your head on your arms and watch him pull his sweats down so that his fat cock sprung free. You licked your lips as he started stroking.

“D’you see? I’m so gotdamn hard for you, Baby doll. Spread those perfect legs for me. Gotta get into that tight, wet, cunt.”

You did as you were told and went up on your tiptoes because of Bucky’s height.

“Ah, yessss. That fucking…archhhhhh…”

Bucky’s ardent whisper was in sync with the time it took him to plunge into your wetness in one stroke.

“So. Fucking. Big, Jamie!”

Bucky covered you with his torso as he leaned over you with steady, relentless strokes.

“It’s cause I know how warm, how tight, how fucking good this pussy is. Got so much cum for you Frumoasa….fuckkkkkk….”

He leaned back and bent his knees, causing his cock to brutally brush your g spot on the way to your cervix. This time you put your own hands over your mouth.

“Fucking right. You know what’s about to happen. I’m about to cum inside you so hard and so much. It’s gonna drip out of you.”

He leaned back over you again.

“What if I get you pregnant in your parent’s house?”

You choked on the possibility and your vision went white as your pussy clamped down around his cock. You hoped that no one heard the frantic sounds of skin slapping on skin as Bucky chased his high, and both of your muffled groans.

You practically passed out on the pool table as Bucky slumped into one of the theater chairs.

You opened your eyes, looked over at him and then burst out into giggles which you tried to stifle as you lead him to the gameroom restroom. You got as cleaned up as you could.

Bucky raided the bar refrigerator and handed you a water bottle. 

“This is for your thirst, ma’am.”

You rolled your eyes, but took the bottle.

“Fuck you, Bucky.”

“Hey! That’s the first time you’ve called me that.”

Bucky folded you into his arms, his grin blinding.

“Well, Now that you’ve met the folks, something’s a little different. I feel that we’ve turned a corner? I feel more at ease? Y’know?”

Bucky just stared and you looked down and shook your head.

“It sounds silly. All the things we’ve done.”

His fingers lifted your chin and allowed him to look deep into your eyes.

“Not silly at all. It’s what I’ve hoped for. That you would trust me completely, feel this comfortable with us. And it happened just in time.”

“Just in time for what?”

Bucky was now pulling you toward the stairs.

“Nevermind that now, time to get you back to your room before your mother gets the shotgun out.”

“But, Buck—”

Bucky cut you off with a finger to his lips and you shut your mouth. You were perturbed, but when he kissed you goodnight in front of your door, you kinda forgot about that a little bit.

Turns out your cousin was awake.

“You whore.”

You threw a pillow at her on the way to the bathroom, a giant grin on your face.

—--

The next morning, you rose early to make breakfast. As you descended the stairs, you found Steve in the living room on his laptop.

“Morning, Friend.”

“Morning.”

Steve practically growled it. You wondered who harshed his mellow. But before you got to ask, your parents came down the stairs, dressed to go out.

“Where are you two headed?”

Karen and Ray looked at each other. 

“We have a coffee date.”

You grinned at them.

“You two are so cute. Even after 25 years!”

The older couple shared another look. Bucky came downstairs, ready to go.

“Morning.”

He came over and gave you a chaste kiss on he forehead, as if he hadn’t delivered you immaculate backshots in the basement last night.

“Morning! Where are you going?”

You glanced at Steve who smirked and shrugged.

“I’m taking your mom and Ray to coffee.”

You crossed your arms and cocked your hip.

“And I’m not invited?”

“No. You are not.”

Bucky kissed your cheek this time and winked as he went out of the door. Ray grinned at you and your mother squeezed your shoulder.

“We won’t be long, honey.”

And just like that, your boyfriend stole your parents from you. You gaped at Steve who just stared at his laptop screen.

“What just happened?”

The voice came from behind you. Your cousin was descending the stairs, still in her night clothes.

“You know what just happened. Why would the man you’re dating want to talk to your parents alone? I think you know the answer.”

It hit you like a freight train. Bucky was going to ask your mom and Ray… Holy shit!

“I need some air.”

“I bet you do.”

You hurried to the back patio, gulping air to fend off a coming panic attack.

----

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[moon-child-goddess]

Charming

James Potter X Gryffindor reader

Kind of Enemies to start with.  This one is just a collection of scenes.

Summary: Reader hates James, and James keeps showing up to annoy her.

Warnings: Language, reader loves to flip James off, Lily is not a bad person in this, mentions of injuries,

I once again don't know how to keep things short like is over 8k words so its a long one.

Potter was at it again, bothering Lily that is.  Which was no surprise at all, his life’s purpose was to bother Lily and pull obnoxious pranks. He was perched against the black tabletop, arms crossed, and that stupid charming smirk of his was present. He was spewing out nonsense, about what their first date would look like.  

“Imagine it, Evans,” his tone dripped with mock sincerity. “Fireworks across the sky, a romantic broom ride under the stars, and—of course—a picnic with the finest butterbeer Hogwarts can offer.”

I rolled my eyes so hard it was a wonder they didn’t get stuck. Of course, Potters’ idea of romance would include the most cliché theatrics. He probably thought he was charming too.  

Suppressing the urge to gag at his words, I refocused on the simmering potion before me, carefully stirring the thick, bubbling liquid in clockwise motions. The aroma was faintly herbal, with a sharp tang, it was my only indication I was on the right track.

 “James,” Lily said, her voice was sweet but firm like a scolding mother. “I need to help my partner. She can’t do all the work alone.”  

Her words pulled his attention my way for the first time their entire conversation. He turned, and for a fleeting second, something softened in his brown eyes. But his trademark grin returned, and whatever glimmer of humanity I’d spotted was gone.

“Oh, I see. Don’t worry, Lily, I’m sure she’s perfectly capable of stirring a pot without supervision. Isn’t that, right?” His tone was light, but there was a condescending edge that made my grip on the spoon tighten.

I shot him a cold glare before flipping him off without a word.

“Charming,” he quipped, that maddening smirk of his only widening. “aren’t you just a little ray of sunshine”

I was tempted to lob the wooden spoon at his head. Infuriating—That’s what Potter was. Every word out of his mouth made me want to throttle him.

Lily let out a heavy sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose. “James really?”

Muttering the word ‘asshole’ under my breath, I skirted around him to retrieve a forgotten ingredient from the shelf at the back of the classroom. I glanced back at our table and Lily was smacking him on the arm, hissing something to him. By the time I returned to our workstation, he’d finally slunk back to his seat beside Sirius, whose shoulders were shaking with barely suppressed laughter.

Lily offered me an apologetic smile. “Sorry, he’s just…James”

“He is arrogant and full of himself.” I replied, dumping in a measure of powdered moonstone into the cauldron. “I can see why you always tell him to booger off.”

“He is cute,” She admitted with a small shrug. “But he has eyes for someone else.”

I almost dropped the spoon. Of all the ridiculous things she could say that had to top them all.  Everyone in the castle knew Potter was utterly infatuated with her. It was the topic of every whispered bet in the corridors.

“Right.” I muttered in disbelief under my breath.

Before I could say anymore there was a loud hiss and crackle coming from behind us. My head snapped up just in time to see a plume of green smoke erupting out of Potters and Sirus’s cauldron. Whatever they had brewed smelled noxious.

“Everyone, step back!” Professor Slughorn’s voice boomed as he waved his wand to contain the smoke.  

But before I could move, the cauldron gave a final, violent pop. A spray of scalding liquid flew in all directions. I let out a small squeak closing my eyes and bracing for the inevitable burn. Amongst the chaotic noise I swear I heard someone yell out my name.

The pain never came.

A firm grip caught my arm, yanking me back. When I opened my eyes again there was a sizzling green goop right where I was standing. I was met with Potters concerned eyes when I looked up. His signature grin was gone, replaced by an intensity I had never seen before.

“Are you okay?” He asked, voice unusually quiet.

Potter looked me over inspecting for any sort of injury. Both his hands were on my shoulder’s steading my shaking form.

I blinked once, twice, three times, before responding. “Uh… Yeah.”

His hands lingered on me a moment longer before taking a step back, running a hand through his hair. Sirus behind me was laughing so hard he was nearly in tears.

“James, mate that was brilliant!” Sirus wheezed, wiping his eyes.

Potter shot him a frosty look. It was an expression I didn’t know he could conjure; he was always smiling and carefree.

“Brilliant? You nearly got her killed.” He bit out shoving me behind him.

Sirus froze, his laughter dying. “Oh, come on it wasn’t that bad.”

But James wasn’t listening. He turned his attention back to me, his expression softer. “Are you really, okay?”  

I nodded mutely, still trying to process what was happening. The boy who annoyed me every waking moment was being… Kind to me?

Potter nodded back before walking out of the room. His shoulders tense.

Lily leaned over, whispering, “See? He’s not all bad.”

I didn’t reply. For once, I was at a loss for words.

The courtyard was peaceful despite the bustling of students crossing through. I sat in a shady patch of grass with an old, but well-loved book.

“Fancy seeing you here,” Potter’s voice rang out, breaking my solitude like a shattering glass.

I let out a groan. He had an uncanny knack for ruining perfectly good days. I didn’t bother looking up, pretending to focus on the words in front of me.

“What do you want, Potter?” I muttered, my tone sharp.

He plopped down on the grass right beside me, stretching out like he owned the place.

“Just enjoying the great outdoors, same as you. Sans the book. I think you read more than Remus.”

I finally looked up; my scowl sharp enough to peel paint. “There’s an entire courtyard for you to ‘enjoy.’ Go find a different patch of grass.”

“But this is the best spot,” he said cheerfully, completely ignoring my attempt to banish him. “Nice shade, quiet atmosphere, good company—”

“You’re impossible,” I cut him off, snapping my book shut. “Do you ever get tired of being... you?”

“Nope,” he replied, popping the P. “And you don’t seem tired of it either.”

I blinked at him, stunned by the audacity. “I literally just told you to leave. What part of that makes you think I like you?”

“Yet you haven’t left.” He leaned in slightly, the smell of sandalwood and vanilla coming from him. “I think you secretly like having me around.”

Potters eyes were twinkling.

“I think you are delusional,” I countered, but my voice cracked slightly. His smile deepened like he’d caught me in some grand confession.  

“Delusional, huh? Interesting diagnosis, sunshine”

My head snaped back to him so fast I nearly got whiplash. “What did you- What did you just call me?”

“Sunshine.” He repeated, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “Fits, doesn’t it?”

He really was delusional.

“No, it doesn’t,” I bit out through gritted teeth. “don’t call me that.”  

“Why not? It’s perfectly you. You are so warm and radiant”

My hand clenched around the edge of my book, and for a split second, I considered using it as a weapon.

I stared at him in disbelief. My jaw tightening. “I hate you.”  

“Aw, don’t be like that, Sunshine.” his smirk now verging on insufferable. “Deep down, I think you actually like me.”

I stood up so fast he flinched slightly.

“Listen, Potter. I don’t know what twisted game you’re playing, but I’m not interested. Call me that again, and I swear—”

“What? You’ll hex me?” he interrupted, clearly unbothered by any threat I could make. “Go ahead. I’m dying to see what you’d come up with.”

The nerve of this boy.

Instead of dignifying his challenge with a response, I glared harder before turning on my heel and storming off. Behind me, I could hear his laughter following me like an annoying echo.

“See you around, Sunshine!” he called after me, his voice ringing with triumph.

I flipped him off without turning around, my blood boiling.

Sunshine? What an absolutely ridiculous, infuriating nickname. And yet, as I stalked back to the castle, I couldn’t stop replaying the way he’d said it—like it was a joke only he understood.  

I hated him. I really, really hated him.

I had managed to keep the Potter interactions to a minimum. I avoided him by ducking behind statues whenever I caught sight of his messy hair or hiding behind Lily when in class. For a moment, I thought I’d finally regained my background character peace.

The Sunshine nickname had stuck much to my dismay. Every time he said it in class, I swear my blood pressure spiked.

Which is why, when the library’s familiar quiet atmosphere enveloped me one late evening, I let myself relax for the fist time in days. This was my slice of heaven. The dim candlelight and the faint scent of parchment was soothing, a perfect backdrop for tackling the mountain of notes piled before me.

“Well, well if it isn’t my favorite ray of sunshine, hiding in the shadows.” Potters voice drawled breaking the silence like a Bludger through a window.

My quill stilled mid-sentence, and I groaned internally.

“Don’t you have someone else to bother?” I pursed my lips pretending to think. “Like Lily perhaps?”

Instead of taking the hint, he pulled out the chair in front of me and plopped down.  This took my attention away from the papers in front of me. Potters grin was so smug it could rival the Cheshire Cat’s. How could one person be so obnoxious?

“Lily’s got enough admirers for one day. Besides,” he said, leaning back slinging a toned arm over the chair next to him. “you’re far more interesting.”

“Watch it. Lily is my friend,” I shot back, folding my arms across my chest. “What do you want, Potter?”

“Nothing much,” as he spoke, as he leaned his chair on its back legs.  “Just thought you could use some company.”

Company? What about me in a dark corner with books scattered about screams I need company. Potter was an idiot.

A special kind of idiot.

“I don’t need company” I snapped turning back to my notes.

“You sure?” He was leaning forward now. “You seem awfully tense maybe I could help.”

I arched an eyebrow at him unimpressed with his antics. The only person in his group I would accept help from was Remus. He spent more time on schoolwork then I did.

“Unless you have suddenly become an expert in transfiguration theory, I seriously doubt you can help”  

Potter hummed before picking up my book.

“Transfiguration, huh?” He tilted his head to the side like a curious dog. The candles reflected off his glasses creating a glare.

“Nope can’t help with that. But I am an excellent distraction from stress.”

“Clearly.” I mumbled, yanking my book back.

He chuckled, a warm sound that I refused to acknowledge as pleasant.

“You don’t have to be so prickly sunshine.”

“Maybe I am prickly because you are insufferable.” I shot back.

I wanted to throw something at him, but the detention was not worth it.

“But I think you mean I am insufferably charming.” He countered.

“As charming as a toad.”

That earned me a loud laugh from him, he was genuinely amused. “Sunshine has jokes, I like this side of you.”  

I didn’t say anything just flipped him off. Potter laughed again, the sound carrying through the now empty library.

“Prongs!” Sirius voice rang out from somewhere near the entrance. “Come on, we’ve got rounds.”

James stood up, still looking at me. “Guess I’ll leave you to it, Sunshine.” He winked as he walked away, leaving me wondering what the hell had just happened.

It was about a week later before he spoke to me again. I was on an evening stroll around the grounds enjoying the crisp evening air.

Potter was at the lake skipping stones with his group. They were all laughing and making fun of something. I was to far away to hear. Sirus noticed me first nudging James in the arm pointing in my direction. I narrowed my eyes.

“Sunshine!” He called out. As if were the greatest of pals.

I kept walking, acting like I didn’t hear him. He jogged up the hill quickly falling into step with me.

“What has you in such a hurry?”

“Trying to avoid you and your gaggle of friends.” I was blunt not bothering to soften the blow.

“Harsh,” He clutched his chest dramatically. “You wound me.”

“You will survive, especially if you know, just leave me alone.”

There was a beat of silence.

“You know you could just admit you like me”

I halted my steps and blinked turning mid step. “Why on earth would I do that?”

“Because everyone likes me!” I half expected him to spin with his arms out, but he just shrugged.

The confidence of him. His parents raised an irritatingly confident secure personality.  

I rolled my eyes, “That is impossible Potter, because I really don’t like you.”  

“Oh, I will grow on you, I promise.” There was a playfulness to his tone.

“Like a fungus, maybe.” I scoffed.

James burst out laughing, the sound wasn’t entirely unpleasant. My lips twitched fighting a smile. He was kind of cute in that moment. The way the setting sun caught in his hair and how he absentmindedly adjusted his glasses made him look... well, charming.

Shaking the thought away, I did what came naturally and flipped him off continuing my walk. This time, though, the gesture was almost playful.

Before I got far, I glanced back and spotted Sirius patting James on the back with a mischievous grin. My stomach sank. They were up to something, and I was undoubtedly their next target.

I steeled myself, pulling my walls higher than ever. I wouldn’t fall victim to whatever scheme they were concocting.

Not this time.

Avoiding Potter from that point on had become a fulltime task. No matter where I went, he showed up with a cheesy pick-up line. Somehow, he was everywhere. Like he had some sort of magical tracker. Which was why I had taken refuge under the shade of a secluded oak tree on the furthest side of the castle grounds. A book clutched in my hands like it was my lifeline of sanity. Lily had recommended it to me. It was a fun muggle mystery. She had called it a classic.

“I think about it a lot you know. What our first date would look like.”  Potters annoying voice spoke from above me.

And yet, there he was, like a persistent weed sprouting through the cracks. Of course, the obnoxious boy would find this well-hidden tree. How was he always finding me?

“Umm what?” I sputtered not quite believing what I heard.

“You heard me sunshine.” that damn confidence was back, as if he was going to get what he wanted out of this conversation.

The sun made it difficult to see him, its light blasting directly into my eyes from behind his head, forming a blinding halo around him.

“Stop lying, it’s not cute.”  I muttered.

Potter moved to the side; my eyes followed.  He was unfazed by my dismissiveness. I closed my book with a snap, no longer able to tolerate being in the same space as him.

“I promise you, I’m not,” his voice still dripping with that unshakeable confidence.

He was up to something, and I had no idea what it was—but I sure wasn’t going to stick around to find out.  

“I will believe that hmm… let’s see- never.” I stood up, almost headbutting Potter.  

“Sunshine, even if you don’t believe me now, I am good at proving people wrong.”

Before taking my leave, I flipped him off aggressively. The gesture sharp and final, I wanted him to get the message to leave me alone. Usually when someone flips another person off, they get a clue.  

But he laughed.

On my way back to the castle I passed by a Sirus Black hiding behind a statue. He was clearly trying (and failing) to stifle a laugh. That confirmed it—they were definitely up to something, and I had no intention of being the butt of their joke.

Potter had taken Lilys seat in potions class. She sent me an apologetic look when I entered. Slughorn wouldn’t be bothered. He just cared that everyone sat and paid attention.

“Guess I am your partner today, Sunshine.” He greeted.

I ignored him, dumping my books on the table with a thud. Ignoring him was not working for me but it was the only thing keeping me from harming him.  Potter was like a dog with a bone—relentless.

“Did you know you’re my favorite lab partner?” he added, his voice light, teasing.

“No, and I don’t care,” I muttered, flipping through my notes.

Slughorn us gave us instructions to brew the potion we talked about earlier in the week. I opened my notebook to the vigorous notes I had taken.  I got up collecting everything we needed and started the process without a word.

Halfway through and Potter hadn’t moved. He was supposed to be actually helping brew. But he was utterly useless, just sitting there staring at me with his head propped up on his fist.  

It was infuriating.

“Merlin! Potter, you need to help me,” I snapped, thrusting the spoon in his direction. The frustration in my voice was impossible to miss.

His only response was a stupid dopy grin, He didn’t flinch, didn’t so much as blink at the spoon an inch from his nose. Instead, that ridiculous grin widened.

"You know, sunshine, if I could brew a potion to make you smile, I would." He winked, and I resisted the urge to hex him.

He was impossible. No wonder Lily always said no—these were the kind of lines you’d expect from a child. What did I do to earn his attention?

“Do these lines actually work for you?” I frowned.

“I don’t know,” he said, his amber eyes twinkling now. “Are they?”

There it was again—his infuriating ability to twist every interaction into a game. I wasn’t playing.

There was no way he was insinuating anything with me. Everyone knew he only had eyes for the redhead—Lily—who just happened to be my actual potions partner. Just a few weeks ago he was at our table bothering her.

“I meant, do they work on Lily?” I clarified, my voice flat.

James tilted his head, feigning confusion, though the mischievous glint in his eyes gave him away. “Why would I care about that?”

For the millionth time since I’d met the boy, I rolled my eyes again.

“For the love of Merlin, just stir,” I hissed, shoving the spoon into his hand.

To my surprise, he actually complied, though he made a dramatic show of it, swirling the liquid as though he were crafting some grand masterpiece.

“See? I’m not completely useless, “his tone insufferably self-satisfied.

I ignored him, turning my attention back to the notes. Sirius let out a snort of laughter, only to be smacked on the back of the head by Remus.

“Get back to work,” Remus muttered, though his lips twitched with suppressed amusement.

It was impossible to ignore the lingering sense that Potter was up to something—and I was the target.

James Potter took it upon himself to sit at my usual dining table. My quiet, little secluded corner—the one that no one really bothered with except Lily and her close circle of friends. He slid into the seat across from me his tie undone.

I raised an eyebrow at him, fork halfway to my mouth. What does he want now?

“Are you made of stardust?” I looked heavenward; his tone was teasing but had a softness. “Because every time I look at you, the world seems to disappear."

I set my fork down, sending him a flat look. “You seriously think I am going to fall for one of your cheesy lines while eating?”

He was persistent to pull of whatever prank they were up to. If only he applied that persistence’s to his schoolwork.

Potter shrugged, but this time there was no playful retort. Instead, his grin faded slightly, replaced by something almost... serious. "Maybe I’m just hoping one will finally catch your attention."

The tone change caught me off guard. I almost believed him. He has been playful and flirty the last few weeks. There was movement a couple feet away that caught my attention. Sirus was leaning against the wall just within earshot.

He looked like he was barely containing a laugh, as though James was the star player in some elaborate joke they’d cooked up.

They were too obvious. My frown deepened.

"Potter, your games won’t work on me,” my voice sharper than I intended. "You’re wasting your time."

His gaze softened further, and for once the playfulness was gone. "Maybe I like wasting my time... if it means I get to spend it with you."

The sincerity in his voice made my stomach twist, and I hated it. Hated how, for a fleeting second, I felt something crack in my resolve. But before I could dwell on it, Sirius snorted loudly from his perch, his shoulders shaking with laughter.

Another pick-up line? Another game? Another performance for his friends?

Potter just didn’t seem to know when enough was enough. My appetite was officially gone, and I had no intention of sticking around to entertain whatever nonsense they were plotting.

 “You really don’t get it, do you?” I said slinging my bag over my shoulder.  “I’m not just some joke to you and your friends.”

“Wait—” James started, his hand reaching out like he might stop me.

But I didn’t give him the chance. Before he could say another word, I flipped him off and stalked out of the dining hall, not bothering to look back.

The moment I stepped into the corridor, the tension in my chest eased slightly, though my thoughts still churned. It was bad enough that James had inserted himself into nearly every aspect of my day. Classes, hallways, even the library. He was everywhere.

I didn’t know what he and his friends were planning.

And yet, as I made my way through the castle, a new thought began to gnaw at the edges of my frustration. Was this all part of some elaborate ploy to make Lily jealous? A way to grab her attention by pretending to care about someone else?

The idea stung more than I wanted to admit.

Of course, I told myself firmly. That has to be it. Why else would someone like James Potter be wasting his time with me?

Pushing the thought aside, I tightened my grip on my bag and headed for the common room. I wasn’t going to let him—or his stupid, infuriating grin—take up any more space in my head.

Lily my saving grace was in her spot when I entered the potions classroom. Relief flooded through me, and for the first time in days I felt lighter. There she was my red headed angel. With a smile, I dropped into my seat next to her, savoring the normalcy.

“I didn’t think I’d ever be so happy to see your face," I whispered to Lily.

She laughed softly. "James is persistent, isn’t he? I got to class early to make sure I got my spot.”

As if on cue, the door to the classroom opened, and Potter’s messy head of hair appeared. His eyes dulled when he noticed Lily sitting next to me. For a moment, his usual smile faltered, the realization that his plan had been thwarted clearly hitting him. He glanced at me, then back at Lily, shaking his head. I stuck my tongue out at him in playful defiance.

James gave me a half-smile, and made his way to the table behind us.

Lily leaned in closer, her side brushing against mine as she whispered, ““Do you need help getting James to leave you alone?”   

I shook my head. “No, he will lose interest eventually.”

She gave me a look before responding. “I doubt that. He has always had his eyes on you.”

I shot her sideways glance. “He was always flirting with you and begging you to date him.”

Her lips curled into a small knowing smile. “Only when I am around you. Which is why I always said no.”  

My eyes widened in disbelief, and I almost laughed. “You’re crazy,”

my voice was just above a whisper now.

But as I took in her words, something shifted inside me. We all knew James potter had been in love with Lily for years- He had practically made a sport out of trying to win her over. But hearing her admit that his attention had only intensified when I was around... it felt strange.

I couldn’t help the flicker of discomfort that passed through me at the thought. Why would he suddenly change tactics? I was still convinced he was playing a prank.

Lily nudged me gently, “You’re not as oblivious as you pretend to be, you know.”

I sighed, trying to ignore the strange, fluttering feeling in my stomach. “I’m not oblivious. I just don’t want to deal with it.”

She chuckled softly, her voice full of affection. “You don’t have to deal with it alone. Just know I’m here for you, alright?”

I gave her a grateful smile, leaning in to whisper back, “Thanks, Lil I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Her smile softened, and she gave my shoulder a gentle squeeze.

The Gryffindor common room was warm and bustling with activity, the fire crackling in the hearth and casting flickering shadows across the walls. Groups of students gathered in clusters, laughing and chatting, while others bent over homework or played games. I had tucked myself away in a corner near the window, the happy buzzing fading into background noise as I doodled in my notebook.

I glanced up when I heard Potters voice, a playful lilt as he joked with Sirius on their way in. My heart sank. My shoulders stiffened, and I hunched further over my parchment, praying he’d move along. Surely, he wouldn’t notice me here.

He made eye contact with me immediately, as if he knew I was there.

The room seemed to hush around me, or perhaps it was just my nerves heightening as his footsteps grew closer.

“I need to talk to you,” he said, stopping beside my chair. There was a resolve in his eyes. Potter was determined right now.

I didn’t make eye contact. “Whatever it is, I’m not interested.”

But he didn’t move. Instead, he crouched slightly to meet my gaze, his usual grin replaced by a more serious expression. “I mean it. Can we talk?”

My patience snapped. My chair scraped against the stone floor as I stood up. “I’m not sure what you and your group are up to,” I said, my voice low.

“But stay away from me. I am not something to play with and laugh at.”

“That’s not what—”

I didn’t want to hear what he had to say. It was probably all lies anyway.

“Save it, Potter,” I cut him off, crossing my arms tightly over my heart.

The usual noise of the common room seemed to fade entirely. I just wanted to be left alone, to return to the peace of being forgotten by most. I was here to get an education, to keep my head down, and leave this castle behind.

His expression faltered, just for a second, before he squared his shoulders. “It’s not a joke. I’m not—”

“I don’t care, I just want to be left alone.”

He sighed, dragging a hand through his messy hair, a nervous tic I’d seen countless times now. “You think I’d go through all this trouble for a joke? You think I’d—”

Potter stopped talking when my eyes flicked to Sirius, who was lounging on one of the sofas, smirking like he found the entire situation hilarious. A look of understanding crossed James’s features.

“Please, Sunshine” his voice softer now, almost pleading. His hand reached out, grasping my wrist as I turned to walk away his fingers brushing against my pulse. “Listen to me.”

I froze, my pulse quickening, but not from fear. No not from fear.

“We aren’t playing some joke. Sirus is always around as moral support. He is a shitty wingman.”

Sirus let out an offended noise.

“Let me go,” I hissed, narrowing my eyes at him. “I don’t trust you.”

When he didn’t release my wrist, I glared and flipped him off with my free hand. His lips twitched, almost into a smile, but the determination in his gaze didn’t waver.

“Go ahead and flip me off, love,” his voice tinged with quiet resolve. “I’ll prove to you that I’m serious.”

The words hung between us like a dare, his amber eyes searching mine for some crack in the wall I’d so carefully built. I was stunned into silence. This wasn’t the James Potter I’d come to expect—the grinning troublemaker who lived for attention and pranks. This was different.

“Prove what?” I said flatly, more a statement than a question.  

“That I really really like you,” he replied, his grip on my wrist loosening but not quite letting go. “I’m not playing games. I know I’ve been... annoying.”

An understatement.

“But I need you to know that I’m not doing this to mess with you.”

I snorted, though the sound lacked conviction. “You’re always messing with someone, Potter.”

“Not you,” he said softly.

That stopped me cold. There was no smirk, no teasing edge, just the quiet insistence of his words and the weight of his gaze.

I shook my head, pulling my hand free.

“You don’t have to believe me now,” he said as I stepped back. “But I’ll prove it to you.”

I paused, my heart inexplicably skipping a beat. Then, without another word, I turned and walked away, leaving him standing there.

Things weren’t like before when James Potter was just an annoyance— a loud self-assured presence that demanded attention. Whether you wanted to give it to him or not. No, something was different now, and I was having a hard time making sense of it.

He stopped pestering me in class. There was no interrupting my study sessions or tossing out cheesy pickup lines. Instead, he was actually helping me in class, gave me space when I asked for it, and didn’t push my buttons just for the fun of it.

I couldn’t remember the last time I had flipped him off, and strangely I did miss it.

Part of me hated the change. It felt like losing an old habit. But the other half of me was enjoying the calm side of him. The side of James that was almost thoughtful. Maybe he really wasn’t doing it all for attention or laughs.

I was hidden between bookshelves, shelving the books I no longer needed when I caught the unmistakable sound of Sirus’s voice. It was loud and drifting from a nearby table.

Eavesdropping was bad. I knew that. But my curiosity was piqued and so I took small slow steps, careful to not make a sound.

“She is a lost cause” Sirus was saying, his tone almost sarcastic.

Who is she? Was the ‘she’ me?

“I mean it, James. She always flipping you off and has a permanent scowl. Its hopeless mate.”

Ahh so the she was definitely me. My heart twinged in a way I didn’t expect. I did flip Potter off a lot, but hearing Sirus dismiss me so easily stung.

“Sirus.” James’s tone came out as a warning. “You don’t know her, and you are crossing a line.”

Sirius paused, his grin faltering as he looked at James with a raised hand. “Alright, alright, no need to get all protective. I was just making a point.”

James didn’t respond, his jaw set as he turned back to his parchment, the tension in his shoulders lingered as his quill scratched along the paper.

I ducked back behind the shelf, my heart racing for reasons I did not want to admit. James had defended me to his best friend. Made it clear I wasn’t someone he could get a laugh at.

James wasn’t as bad as I thought he was. There was more to him then the playful antics and relentless charm. And I wasn’t entirely sure how I felt about that.

James had gotten hurt during quidditch practice last night. Lily had casually mentioned he was being kept in the hospital wing for observation. Apparently, they were worried that his head injury was worse than it seemed. 

I hated to admit it, but I was worried about him. An annoying flutter in my chest came at the thought of him laying there injured and alone. But how could I just go visit him? Just showing up out of nowhere would seem odd. Especially after I spent so much energy convincing myself, and everyone else, that I couldn’t stand him.

When my notes tumbled out of my bag I had tossed to the side, I found my excuse.

I will make copies of my notes.

 Its practical.

Thoughtful.

Not suspicious.

It wasn’t long before I found myself standing in the doorway of the hospital wing, clutching the freshly copied notes nervously. I should leave. This was stupid. Remus would have notes for him when he was released. He didn’t need me.

Before I could back out the door he saw me. His eyes lit up and lips curved upwards into a smile despite the cut on his lip.

“Sunshine, you came to visit.” His voice was warm.

 “Don’t flatter yourself,” I shot back, waving the notes at him. “McGonagall asked me to bring these.”

He smirked seeing right through my lie.

“Did she?” he asked, leaning forward slightly. He winced at the motion, and before I could think I was at his bedside.

“Stop moving, you are going to make things worse.” I scolded.

James raised his hands up in mock surrender. “Yes ma’am.”

Rolling my eyes I hesitated for a moment before sitting on the edge of the bed. Up close the injury looked worse. A dark bruise was peeking out over the top of the bandage. A quick pang of sympathy ran through me.

James must have noticed my expression, because his pupils softened.

“You know,” he said a teasing lilt to his tone, but nothing over the top. “I’d get hurt more often if it meant you’d visit me like this.”

Without warning I reached out, brushing his stray curls away from his forehead. They were softer than I had expected.

“Don’t be stupid,” I muttered, handing him the notes.

As he reached out to take them, his fingers brushed against mine. The contact was brief, but it sent a jolt through me. I pulled my hand back immediately, pretending to adjust the hem of my sleeve.

“You’re ridiculous,” my words lacked their usual bite.

“Ridiculously happy to see you.” he countered, grinning in that familiar, infuriating way.

Groaning, I shifted to stand up, but his hand caught mine, gently pulling me back down. This time, I didn’t pull away. I let his fingers curl around mine.  

“Thanks for coming,” His thumb brushed lightly against the back of my hand, a gesture so simple and tender that it caught me off guard.

I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry.

“It’s just notes.”

“It’s more than that,” he replied, his eyes holding mine. “It means something.”

I didn’t know how to respond, so I let the silence stretch between us. When I finally pulled my hand away so he could rest, I missed the warmth of his touch.

“Well,” I said, standing. “Don’t get used to it.”

“We’ll see about that.” He winked.

“Get some rest Potter.”

“What will it take for you to call me James?”  

I paused at the foot of his bed, glancing back at him with a smirk.

 “We will just have to see,” I quipped.

Something had shifted, and there was no going back.

The biting cold of the Forbidden Forest seeped through my robes as I stumbled over a twisted root. I barley caught myself before face planting into the dirt. My wand was clenched into a death grip, the dim glow of Lumos casting a little more then a pale circle of light. Shadows stretched in every direction, distorting the trees into looming specters. It was an endless sea of black.

Shit, shit, shit.

“Brilliant,” I grumbled to myself attempting to lighten my mood with sarcasm. “Absolutely brilliant.”

Class had ended ages ago. The castle was surely alive with the hum of dinner, but I was lost, hungry and beyond exhausted. My arm throbbed where I had scraped it against a jagged branch, and panic began to set in. Now would be a great time for James to magically appear like he always did.

A sudden rustle nearby caused me to freeze in place. My heart was beating against my ribs rapidly. I slowly moved the light in the direction the sound came from.

There was a low growl from somewhere in the darkness. My breath caught in my throat. I was going to die here.

And I ran.

I didn’t know where I was going, but staying felt like an early invite to my grave. Twigs snapped under my feet; the cold air stung my face.

A bright white beam of light pierced through the trees, and a frantic voice followed.

“Sunshine, where are you?”

Relief flooded through the me my knees buckled.

“I’m here!” I called out my voice trembling. I was going to cry.

The growling stopped abruptly, and there was hurried footsteps making their way to me.

James burst into view, his wand raised high, and his hair was a mess more so then usual. His white button up was disheveled and stained, as if he had plowed through every branch in his path to get to me. His wild eyes locked on mine, and his entire body sagged with visible relief.

But only for a moment.

In a heartbeat, his hands were gripping my shoulders, his gaze scanning me from head to toe.

“Are you hurt?”  he demanded, his tone rough with worry.

Before I could answer his hands moved to my face, gently pushing back stray strands of hair. His touch was warm, a stark contrast to the icy air. A shiver ran through me, though I wasn’t sure if it was from the cold or something else.

I shook my head, trying to find my voice.

“I’m fine.” I whispered.

“Merlin’s beard,” he muttered, pulling me into a tight, impulsive hug.

The sudden contact startled me. James Potter, the boy who loved a good laugh at my expense, was hugging me like his life depended on it. His arms were strong and steady, and for a moment, the situation didn’t feel so terrifying.

I didn’t pull away. Instead, I let myself sink into the warmth of him. My hands found their way to his back, clutching the fabric of his shirt as I breathed in the scent of sandalwood and vanilla.

“You scared the hell out of me.”  He mumbled into my hair.

James was the first to pull away, his hands lingering on my arms looking me over again. Like he was checking for hidden injuries.

“You have a cut.”

The way he said it was so soft I almost missed it.

I’d forgotten about it until he mentioned it. Glancing at my arm, I saw the dried blood and torn sleeve. “It’s nothing,” I said quickly, not wanting to make a fuss. “I just need to clean it.”

James frowned, clearly not satisfied with my answer. He stepped closer, holding his wand up to examine it. The warmth of him was back, his presence grounding me.

“What are you even doing out here alone?” he demanded, exasperation creeping into his tone.  

“I—I got lost,” My cheeks burned at my admission. “I was late for class, and I thought I found a shortcut.”

He stared at me like I’d grown a second head. “A shortcut? Through the Forbidden Forest?” His voice rose slightly, incredulous. “Do you have any idea how dangerous—” He cut himself off, running a hand through his already messy hair yanking on it a bit.

“I didn’t mean to cause a panic,” I said quickly. “Or waste your time.”

James froze, his jaw tightening. For a moment, he said nothing, his wand hand trembling slightly as he lowered it. “Waste my time?” he repeated, his voice low, almost bewildered.

I winced.  

“Waste my time?” he said again, his words sharper this time. He stepped closer, his eyes locking onto mine with a fire I hadn’t seen before.

“Sorry.” I squeaked out. 

The way he was acting caught me off guard. I looked over his shoulder and into the dark, the weight of his concern was overwhelming.

I figured the only person who would notice me missing was Lily.

“Don’t you get it?” His hands found my face again, his thumbs brushing over my cheeks. “I know you don’t believe it, but I care about you. You stubborn, brilliant, infuriating woman. That’s why I came running the second I heard you were missing.”

My breath hitched, the weight of his words crashing into me like a wave. His touch was gentle, grounding, but his gaze was unrelenting, raw, and unguarded.

After a long moment, he pulled back slightly and extended a hand. “Come on,” he said softly. “Let’s get out of here before you catch your death.”

I hesitated, my eyes lingering on his outstretched hand before placing mine in his. His grip was firm, steady, and when his fingers curled around mine, they held on like he was afraid I might disappear.

As we walked through the trees, his thumb brushed lightly against the back of my hand—a quiet reassurance that made my chest ache in a way I wasn’t ready to examine.

For the first time, James Potter didn’t feel like an annoyance. He felt like a lifeline.

Gryffindor won the quidditch game. Our common room was alive with the hum of celebration. Streamers of crimson and gold were lazily thrown up around the space. Cheers erupted from everyone when the team entered the crowded dance area.

I stood off to the side, cradling an empty cup, at the edge of the room away from the crowd. Lily, was perched in the chair beside me. She laughed at a first-year attempting to smuggle an oversized barrel of butterbeer across the room. A sixth-year intercepted it with a laugh, stowing it out of reach.

It was enough to distract me from the figure weaving through the crowd.

James.

He towered over most of the cluster of people, his curly hair unmistakable, still damp from the post-match shower. His Quidditch jersey clung to his frame, the number on his back catching the light. He looked every bit the victorious captain, and the sight of him sent an uninvited warmth through my chest.

“What’s with the brooding? We just won! You should be grinning like that prat over there.” Lily asked shoving a full glass in my hand. She pointed to James who was laughing with his gaggle of friends.

“I’m not brooding,” I replied, taking a sip. “Just enjoying the chaos from a safe distance.”

“If that’s what you want to believe.” She winked, already dancing away toward the center of the room.

James appeared in front of me, his grin widening when our eyes met.

“There you are, Sunshine. Thought you’d gone into hiding.”

That warm, teasing lilt had become as familiar as the sound of my own heartbeat.

“Someone has to make sure you lot doesn’t burn our living space down.”

He chuckled.

“But, not hiding,” I replied, glancing over his shoulder. “Just... thinking.”

He leaned casually against the wall beside me his foot brushing mine, but there was something softer in his expression tonight. His warm brown eyes held a warmth that sent a flutter through my chest.

“Care to share what’s on your mind?” his tone curious.

I hesitated, swirling the liquid in my glass. “It’s just... a lot to take in. Everything’s been so—different.”

James tilted his head, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Different how?”

I turned to face him fully, “You. Us. Everything. Just three months ago, I couldn’t stand you.”

“And now?” he asked, his voice quieter, the teasing edge gone.

I bit my lip, suddenly feeling shy under his gaze. “Now... I’m not sure I ever did.”

His grin widened, but it wasn’t cocky or self-assured like the ones he used to flash at me in the past. This one was softer, filled with something that made my heart ache in the best way.

“I’d say that’s progress,” he murmured, stepping closer. His hand reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair behind my ear. His fingers lingered, against my skin.

I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. “You’re not going to make a big speech about how you knew I’d come around eventually, are you?”

He chuckled, the sound low and comforting. “Not tonight.”

“Good.”

We stayed there for a moment, neither of us speaking. His eyes brighter then usual.

“Enjoying the celebration?” he asked trying to act casual about my confession.

“It’s... lively,” I said, unable to hide a small smile.

He raised an eyebrow, feigning offense. “We just crushed Slytherin, I think it’s more than lively.”

I shrugged, taking a sip of my butterbeer. “It was a decent match.”

I couldn’t help but tease him.

“Decent?” He leaned forward, his knees pressing more firmly against mine. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

“I can’t make things to easy for you Potter.”  

His grin softened, and for a moment, the noise of the room seemed to fade. “You never do.”

James moved back a half step. “Take a walk with me?”

“Ok.”  

He didn’t ask just grabbed my hand navigating us through the crowd. We didn’t stop walking till we were outside strolling through a field of grass.  The stars were bright and beautiful tonight.  It was almost romantic.

“You know,” he began, his tone light, “I was thinking.”

“Dangerous territory,” I teased, the corners of my mouth lifting.

He laughed, the sound warm and familiar. “Maybe. But I was wondering what it might take for you to stop calling me Potter.”

I raised an eyebrow. “What will it take for you to stop calling me Sunshine?”

He grinned, pulling me closer. “Never. That’s non-negotiable.”

“Then I guess you’re stuck with ‘Potter.’”

He hummed thoughtfully, lacing our fingers together. The simple gesture sent a comforting sensation coursing through me that no spell could replicate.

“What makes you think you’ve earned us being on a first name basis?”

“Scoring the winning goal isn’t enough?” he asked, mock-offended.

“Not even close.”

He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping just enough to make my stomach flutter. “Then what if I told you I’d do whatever it takes?”

“You are persistent.” I laughed.

“Only for you.”

 James usual playful retorts absent in his tone.

I looked up at him, my breath catching at the way his eyes searched mine.

“Maybe just maybe I don’t mind that anymore.” I added, just loud enough for him to hear.

His grin returned, but this time it was softer, almost shy. “Does that mean I can finally take you on that first date?”

I hummed tapping my chin, pretending to think about it. “Maybe.”

I had the teasing tone now.

He laughed, his thumb brushing against my hand. The world seemed to still as he leaned in, stopping just short of my lips. The question in his eyes was unmistakable. I nodded, barely visible.

When his lips met mine, it was like every piece of the puzzle I hadn’t known was missing finally clicked into place. His hand came up to cradle my cheek, the kiss warm and steady, filled with a kind of tenderness I hadn’t realized he was capable of.

When we pulled back, his forehead rested against mine, and I felt his smile against my skin.

“Finally,” he whispered, his breath tickling my nose.

I giggled shaking my head. “Don’t ruin the moment, Potter.”

“James,” he corrected.

“James,” I echoed, and it felt right in a way I couldn’t explain.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t hide my smile. “Don’t let it go to your head.”

“Never.” He placed a quick kiss on my lips. 

[ikkyfics]

Strawberry Kisses

James Potter x f!reader

Summary: "Strawberries as sweet as a first kiss," James read aloud, his tone slightly playful. You smiled, leaning slightly against the table as if you were waiting for the comment that would follow. "Is that true?" he asked. His eyes, shining behind the lenses, were fixed on yours but quickly drifted to your lips. "You’ll have to try to find out," you replied, your voice carrying a soft challenge.

Warnings: muggle!au, fluffy, first kiss, cute flirts

Masterlist

The muffled sound of James’s footsteps on the soft grass was the only thing breaking the tranquility of that golden afternoon. The sun was already beginning to dip on the horizon, casting orange hues over the fields surrounding the village, a place so calm it seemed almost untouched by time. The brick houses, with moss-covered roofs and well-kept gardens, formed a kind of living postcard. It was the kind of place where the seasons dictated the rhythm of life, and now, at the peak of summer, the fresh fruit baskets at the gates of the houses signaled the sweetest time of the year.

James pushed his glasses up on his nose, his gaze fixed on the small table set up near the gate of the house next to his. He knew exactly who would be there even before getting closer, and the thought made a smile appear before he even realized it. You were crouched down, rearranging the baskets of strawberries with a care that seemed almost exaggerated, your quick fingers selecting the most beautiful fruits to place on top. He always noticed these small details about you—how your movements looked graceful even in the simplest tasks, or how you furrowed your brow slightly when you were focused.

James had always had a soft spot for you. An obvious crush, if anyone had asked, but one he pretended to hide behind an easy smile and casual remarks. Your relationship had never gone beyond stolen glances that lasted longer than necessary or playful flirtations that came across as innocent banter. You never backed away—in fact, it seemed you enjoyed the game—but until now, neither of you had taken a step further.

He stopped a few meters from the table, his hands in the pockets of his worn jeans.

"Hi," he said, and you looked up, surprised, but quickly regained your composure. The sunlight illuminated your features in a way that almost made him lose track of the conversation, but he managed to keep his smile intact.

"Hi, James," you replied, your voice carrying that familiar warmth he adored. "Came to buy strawberries?"

"Something like that," he replied, walking over to the table. "Thought I’d support the local business."

You laughed, tilting your head slightly as you stood up. "Really? Because the last time I checked, you weren’t much of a fruit fan."

He shrugged, pretending indifference. "I can change my mind."

You narrowed your eyes, as if trying to figure him out. "Well, strawberries aren’t for everyone. You have to like the sweet and the tangy, you know? Not everyone can handle it."

He smiled, one eyebrow raised. "I can handle more than it seems."

Your smile grew, and James felt his heart race a little. You pointed to one of the baskets. "These are the best. Picked them this morning. Nice and fresh."

He carefully picked one of the fruits, admiring its red hue and natural shine, but it was the small sign next to the baskets that really caught his attention. "Strawberries as sweet as a first kiss," he read aloud, his tone slightly playful.

You smiled, leaning slightly against the table as if you were waiting for the comment that would follow.

"Is that true?" he asked, turning his face toward you. The light tone from before had shifted, taking on something deeper, more serious. His eyes, shining behind the lenses, were fixed on yours but quickly drifted to your lips. It was subtle, almost imperceptible, but you noticed.

"You’ll have to try to find out," you replied, your voice carrying a soft challenge.

He took a step closer, putting the strawberry back in the basket as if the fruit was no longer the most interesting thing there. There was something electric in the space between you now, something that seemed to pulse with its own energy. The golden sun reflected off his glasses, but not enough to hide the way he was looking at you. That gaze held something new, something that wasn’t just playful, and your stomach gave a small leap.

"Is that how it works?" he asked, his voice low, almost husky. "I buy a strawberry and find out?"

You laughed, crossing your arms and tilting your head, but he noticed the slight flush creeping up your cheeks. "Depends. Maybe you’ll need more than one."

He raised an eyebrow, the smile returning to his face, but this time it was softer, more intentional. "And if I don’t just want the strawberry?"

The question hung in the air, and you felt your heart race in a way you couldn’t control. James took another step, and now the space between you was minimal. He lowered his gaze to your lips for a moment, noting how soft they looked, before raising his eyes back to your face.

"Maybe," he said, his voice even lower now, "I just want to know if the comparison is fair."

You couldn’t help but smile. "Well, James, I think that’s a question only you can answer."

Before he could respond, you picked a strawberry from the basket, turning it between your fingers as if considering your next move. James's gaze stayed fixed on yours, attentive to every gesture, but the corner of his lips still carried that smile – half amusement, half something more intense. Without breaking eye contact, you extended the strawberry toward him, holding it gently by the green tip.

"Taste it," you said, the simple word carrying an unspoken subtext that didn’t need any explanation.

James chuckled softly, a sound that seemed to warm the air between you. He tilted his head slightly, as if analyzing the offer, before stepping closer until his fingers were almost touching yours. He didn’t take the strawberry from your hand; instead, he lowered his head, biting into the fruit directly. His lips brushed lightly against your fingers, and the warmth of that unexpected touch made your breath falter.

He chewed slowly, his eyes locked on yours as if he wanted to prolong the moment just to watch your reaction. When he swallowed, he smirked, his voice husky with a playful note that couldn’t completely mask the intensity behind it.

"Sweet," he admitted, nodding with exaggerated approval, as if evaluating something serious. "But..." He let the word hang in the air, a glint of mischief dancing in his blue eyes behind his glasses.

You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms and slightly tilting your hip to the side. "But what?"

James stepped closer, closing the gap between you even more. The world seemed to stop spinning around you; there was only the muffled sound of crickets in the distance and the warmth of the afternoon wrapping around you like a blanket. His gaze dropped to your mouth, so openly and deliberately that you felt your cheeks burn.

"But I think something's still missing," he murmured, his voice lower now, almost a whisper. "I need a better reference. Only then will I know if that sign’s claim makes sense."

You tried to think of something to reply, but the words seemed to have disappeared entirely. There was something about the way he was so close now, how the golden sunlight reflected off the messy strands of his black hair and made his eyes seem even brighter, that simply took the air from your lungs.

"Oh, really?" you managed to say, your voice softer than you intended.

He nodded slowly, the smile on his face becoming gentler, more genuine. "Only a kiss can tell me if these strawberries are as sweet as they say."

The statement was so simple, so absurdly direct, but said with such sincerity that your heart skipped a beat. You didn’t respond, but you didn’t pull away either. Your eyes met his, and there was something in that look �� a mix of expectation, confidence, and an unexpected vulnerability – that made everything around you disappear.

James leaned in, closing the final inches between you. When his lips touched yours, it felt like the entire world took a deep breath and held its air. The kiss was soft, almost hesitant at first, as if he wanted to savor every second, every detail.

His lips had the faint sweet and tangy taste of the strawberry, and the warmth of his touch made your heart race so fast it seemed to echo throughout your body. At first, you hesitated, but soon let yourself be carried away, as if something deep and instinctive was responding to the moment. Your hands, almost without you realizing it, slid to his chest, finding the soft fabric of his shirt as your fingers curled slightly, as if wanting to anchor themselves there.

Your heart felt like a storm – a mix of nervousness and a desire you didn’t know you could feel so intensely. You noticed how he held you so carefully, but at the same time firmly, as if he wanted to make sure you wouldn’t leave. The pressure of his lips, the way he adjusted his movements to match yours, everything seemed absolutely perfect, as if that moment had been written before you even met.

When James pulled away slightly, his face still so close to yours, you couldn’t help it – his name slipped from your lips, soft, almost a whisper. "Jamie..."

He stopped, the smile on his lips growing even brighter, but with something more – something that spoke of surprise and genuine pleasure. The blue of his eyes seemed even brighter now, as if reflecting the sunlight in a way that made you lose yourself for a moment. "Say it again," he murmured, his voice husky but full of tenderness.

You smiled, still breathless, feeling the warmth spread across your face and chest. "Jamie," you repeated, the name coming out almost like a confession.

He laughed softly, that warm sound wrapping around you like a blanket on a cold night. "I could get used to hearing you say my name like that," he teased, his smile taking on a mischievous edge as his eyes dropped to your mouth again.

You shook your head, trying to ignore how much that declaration made your heart tighten in a way so sweet it almost hurt. "You're impossible," you replied, but your voice was full of affection that betrayed any attempt to sound indifferent.

"Impossible?" He raised an eyebrow, his smile widening. "Well, in that case, I think it's my duty to say something equally impossible."

You blinked, confused. "What?"

He tilted his head slightly, his eyes sparkling with a hint of provocation. "That kiss," he began, his voice deliberately slow, "was even sweeter than the strawberries."

Your face immediately flushed, and you tried to protest, your hand lightly swatting his arm. "James!"

"It’s true!" he insisted, laughing as he raised his hands, as if defending himself. But before you could say anything, he lowered one of his hands to hold you by the waist again, pulling you closer.

The second kiss came before you could even finish breathing. He didn’t ask for permission, but the gesture was so natural that you didn’t mind – in fact, you loved it. Your fingers found their way back to his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart, which seemed to be racing as fast as yours. This kiss was deeper, more assured, as if it were a silent declaration of everything he felt and everything you wanted to feel.

When he pulled away this time, both of you were even more breathless. He looked at you with a smile that mixed satisfaction and tenderness. "Now I’m sure," he said, his eyes dancing in a way that made your legs feel a little weak. "You’re officially sweeter than any strawberry I’ve ever tasted."

You opened your mouth to retort, but you just laughed, shaking your head as your face grew even warmer. "You really can’t stop, can you?"

"Stop?" he repeated, as if the idea were absurdly ridiculous. "When it comes to you? No chance."

He brought one of his hands to your face, his thumb brushing lightly over your cheek, and the gesture was so gentle, so full of affection, that you felt your eyes well up with the intensity of the moment.

"How about we make a deal?" he asked, his playful tone softening slightly.

"What kind of deal?"

"You agree to go out with me," he started, leaning in just enough so that your noses almost touched, "and I promise that, at least once, I’ll try to behave."

You laughed, a light and sincere sound, before nodding slowly, your eyes fixed on his. "I agree."

The smile he gave in response was so dazzling that you had to bite your lip to contain the wave of emotions threatening to overwhelm you.

"Great," he said, stepping back just enough to grab a strawberry from the basket and bite into it with a satisfied smile. "After all," he murmured, winking at you, "we need energy for all the adventures ahead."

And with that, he extended his hand to you, his eyes still shining with that mixture of confidence and sweetness that made you wonder how you’d resisted for so long. When you took his hand, you knew you would never again doubt how sweet life by his side could be.

[thenerdwithadhdanddeppression]

Blowing out the Candle

It was Regulus's birthday that day. James was walking up to the astronomy tower, a chocolate cupcake with a candle in his right hand. Him and Regulus had slowly become friends over the year, since James had tried to get Regulus and Sirius to reconnect and coincidentally connected with Regulus. He knew Regulus always hung out in the astronomy tower, so he came up there like any other night. "Happy birthday!" James said once he got up there, causing Regulus to nearly jump out his skin. "Holy shit, James. You scared me!" Regulus said with a small smile, "Is it really my birthday already?" He asked, looking at the cupcake curiously

"Yeah, did you not remember?" James asked curiously.

"No, not really," Regulus responded with a humorless chuckle.

James laid down a blanket he had brought with him on the ground, him and Regulus sitting down on it. James lit the candle on the cupcake, handing it to Regulus. He relished in the way their fingertips brushed against each other as the cupcake was passed. Regulus smiled, thanking him before blowing out the candle.

He took a bite of the cupcake, offering James a bite as well. James chuckled, taking a bite.

"Thanks for this, by the way," Regulus said with a small smile, "I don't even know if Barty or Evan remembered."

"No problem. Everyone deserves some sort of celebration on their birthday," James reassured. He noticed a little spot on Regulus's nose and laughed softly.

"You got a little something on your nose, let me just.." James leaned over, wiping off the small bit of frosting and licking it off his finger without second thought. Regulus's cheeks went pink and he gave a small laugh.

"James!" He whine, lightly smacking him on the shoulder.

Regulus finished his cupcake and they laid down, gazing at the stars. James remembered the gift he had gotten Regulus and reached into his pocket, pulling out a small gift box.

"I got you something," James said, handing over the box.

"Oh, you didn't have to," Regulus said, opening the box. He pulled out a snitch, the first one he ever caught. He smiled, laughing a bit.

"Isn't this the first snitch I ever caught?" He questioned, turning it over in his hand.

James nodded. "Yeah, I've sort of kept it out of... I dunno, actually," He laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. "But I figured you'd want it back."

Regulus nodded, feeling a bit flustered.

"Yeah, actually. Thanks, James," Regulus said, looking into his eyes. He saw something new in them, however. He tilted his head, trying to think about what the look was about.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Regulus asked a bit teasingly.

"Like what?" James asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Like you got hearts in your eyes," Regulus joked, lightly hitting him on the shoulder. James blushed.

"I do not!" James protested, rolling his eyes.

"You definitely do!" Regulus countered, his own heart thudding.

James huffed. "And so what if I do?" He asked challengingly. Regulus did not expect that.

"I- er.. I dunno!" Regulus said. Now it was his turn to blush. James winced.

"Its okay if you don't like me back I mean-"

"you WHAT???" Regulus cut him off, sitting up.

"Since when did you like me?" He asked. he had no idea his feelings were reciprocated.

"Since the beginning of this year," James replied sheepishly.

"So... do you like me back..?" He asked, tilting his head in that adorable way.

Regulus sighed, still blushing but now he had a smile.

"How could I not? Your a hunk," Regulus replied, a bit teasingly. James let out a sigh of relief, gently ruffling his hair.

"Good thing then, that could have been awkward."

The two spent the rest of the night giggling and holding hands and holding each other. They forgot about the war and the killings and the death happening all around them. About all the prejudice and Regulus's parents. The lived like teenagers, even if it was only for a few stolen hours under the moon and star light.

[eastwindmlk]

Dunno why my feed is JUST NOW telling me you were taking smut prompts (smh) but if you are still up for it: 1,2,or 17 for jily? Pretty please?

Thank you! I am sorry some fest deadlines came between but here we are! 679 words! I mostly did 17 here but... things might sort themselves out later.

The first time that Lily slipped into the dressing rooms after a game it was daring and adventurous. It was also spontaneous. She'd waited for the team to walk out and hoots and hollers, celebrating their victory over Hufflepuff with no James in sight.

Going in, she assumed that maybe the bludger that had crashed into his ribs had done more damage than he'd led on during the game. He must be trying to hide it from the new beater who'd let it happen.

When she pushed the door to the dressing room open, Lily heard the shower running and James vocalizing a melody she did not recognize. He did not sound like he had bruised or broken ribs. 

Which, frankly, only made her more curious about his decision to hang back. Now quite anxious to know what the real reason was, 

Lily was not held in suspense for long, because when she rounded the corner to watch her boyfriend’s hips sway to a song only he could hear. His back turned gave her the opportunity to drink in the scratches down his back, and the love bites adorning his shoulders and thighs. 

It was then that she started to consider that, maybe, James had a point when he’d said that she could get a little feral when they got into it. 

A small smile pulled at her lips as her had raised to brush along her own collarbone, feeling the sensitive spot under the shifting fabric of her Gryffindor red shirt. The tender spot seemed to heat under her fingertips. The warmth stirred something in the pit of her belly.

It was a feeling Lily had become profoundly and intimately familiar with ever since her entanglement with James reached that level. When wandering hands and eager tongues were no longer enough to satisfy the need for each other.

Clearly, even that was not enough for them. Even then they sought more, as nails found skin, lips left marks. She claimed him, and he claimed her. An eternal back and forth until, maybe one day, they would have had their fill. 

Lily doubted that day would ever come. 

Her eyes could not help but wander when James finally turned around to face her. Raking shamelessly from crown to sole. She allowed herself to dwell on her favourite places to taste. 

The soft slope of his neck, the sharp angle of his collarbone, his hip and then she savoured the trail of dark hair that led her eyes to his cock. Her lips parted as she sighed longingly. She lingered longer than was polite before her eyes met his. 

“I was worried,” Lily commented, her voice low and sultry. “You’re late,” she said and caught her bottom lip between her teeth. 

James chuckled deep and slimly gravelly, and Lily could not help but note how randy he sounded. “I…uh- wanted to give the right impression to the younger students and I wasn’t sure if this—” his fingers brushed along a trail of love bites on his thigh, drawing her gaze. “—was appropriate.”

It was impossible to look away now that his cock was getting hard, showing that she was not the only one affected. 

Lily knew she should probably say something to affirm his thought process but her mind did not want to cooperate, it did not want to give her the words she needed. Not when it was occupied recalling ever vivid detail that James had shared about a particular fantasy involving these very showers. 

“Who cares about inappropriate,” Lily said firmly, her hands already twisting her hair into a ponytail. Revelling in the sight of James gulping at the motion. “You are going to rinse your hair while I get naked, and you’re going to have me right and here and now,” 

James just nodded, his gaze a little distant, his cock fully hard against his stomach. The sight of him, the thought of him, was enough for her thighs to press together in search of some relieve. 

“We’re so going to miss the party,” James said, a smug grin spreading across his face. “I hope you’re not done screaming my name yet.”

[jamespotterlovesreggie]

Holiday - a Jegulus /Wolfstar/Rosekiller Micro fic

James was absolutely gobsmacked when he found out that Regulus ,Sirius ,Remus ,Barty and Evan had never been on holiday so he managed to convince his parents to take them on the family holiday ,Effie and Monty were more than happy to take them along to their trip to Bali .

Sirius , Barty and Evan were ecstatic Remus was as calm as usual but Regulus on the other hand wasn't as enthusiastic but after a few words of reassurance from James he came round to the idea although he did have to admit he was slightly excited about the thought of sharing a hotel room with James and not having to share with Sirius and Remus.

Effie and Monty insisted that they flew over in a muggle plane, Which was Regulus' idea of hell but he soon fell asleep with his head on James' shoulder .

" Jamie" Regulus mumbled " Yes Reggie " he replied.

" Can we send my mother and father some of the pictures we take on this holiday " Regulus said quietly .

"Of course baby " James said softly. " You promise ?" " I promise " .Since he left home he was constantly looking for ways he could disappoint his so called parents and James was always there to help because he hated Walburga and Orion as much as Regulus did.

They finally landed as got off the plane James took in the way Regulus' eyes lit up upon seeing the view.

" MOONY LOOK " Sirius exclaimed ,Remus already scared to see what his boyfriend was looking at but he relaxed when he realised that Sirius was staring at the beach " It looks stunning pads" Remus said already grabbing his boyfriends hand .

Barty and Evan were most excited to get to the hotel so they could grab their swimming gear and go in the sea but they were even more excited at the sleeping arrangements .Effie and Monty in room no.1, Sirius and Remus in room no.2 , James and Regulus in room no.3 so they got room no.4 .

Effie and Monty were going on a hike so all the boys decided they were going to the beach , Barty and Evan were immediately in the water and they were shortly followed by Sirius and Remus (it took a lot of convincing to get Remus to get in the water) whilst James and Regulus sunbathed on the beach .

" I could lay here for days with you Reg" said James potter sweetly while looking at his boyfriend like a lovesick puppy.

" I could too Jamie but we need to start heading back so we can wash off all the sand before meeting your parents for dinner "Regulus said whilst brushing some of the sand as James got up with him he pecked him on lips .

The others finally got out of the water before they all walked back to the hotel to get ready for dinner and that was their first day of their holiday. The next week flew by but James kept his promise to Regulus ,They took some photos by the waterfall nothing too daring just sweet little kisses that he knew his parents would hate after all, his parents hated it when he was happy and that's what he was with James as a matter of fact he wasn't just happy with James he was in love .

The next day when the got home the first thing they did was send an owl with an envelope to No.12 Grimmauld Place containing the photos of their amazing holiday in Bali .

[youknowwho-mustnotbenamed]

December 21 - Fireplace | word count: 726 | @wolfstarmicrofic

It’s crazy how much a fireplace can tell you about a person.

Growing up, Grimmauld Place only had one fireplace and it was used exclusively for the floo. It is located in Father’s office, with the door locked whenever he wasn’t in. Sirius remembers not understanding, because surely in a house so large, they needed plenty of heat sources? Their mansion in the French countryside had fireplaces in every other room—they still hadn’t been allowed to use them at risk of “dirtying the Black family image”, but they had still been there.

That had been the first time he was punished. The heating charms woven into the house were not nearly enough to keep out the drafty cold air of London on a normal day. But when the wind howled in the eaves and snow gathered at every window, the cold was nearly unbearable. So, he had snuck Reggie into Father’s office he was out for the day, and lit a fire. For a blissful minute, they were warm. Then, Kreacher had tattled on him, and Mother came charging in with an iron fist and a verdict already decided.

After that, the fireplace became witness to all his punishments, and thus, synonymous with dread.

The fireplace itself isn’t all that impressive looking back, a bit underwhelming for such a “staple of the household”. Carved from white marble, with the large opening large enough to act as a floo, the fireplace had appeared to be a yawning cave, unknown dangers hiding inside, especially with Mother meddling in his mind as he laid on the carpet, body twisted. The painting over the mantle also brought distress, making him believe he was seeing double as Mother glared down at him doubled.

The Potter’s fireplace, is the exact opposite. Their fireplace doesn’t evoke fear, instead it evokes comfort and ease. Rather than towering over him, empty and barren, it merely exists in front of him, every spare inch of the mantle crammed with stuff. Framed family pictures, pictures of friends, trophies, an old clock that doesn’t work, plants in varying states of life, and even random objects. The first time Sirius had seen it, a sense of unease crept over him. Surely James would get in trouble for leaving his broom polish there the same as Sirius had when he set a quill down for a mere second on the mantle. But nothing had happened, because the Potters were a good family. They weren't concerned with "family image" and lived their lives as such.

The Lupin’s, is a plain, unassuming thing. Easy to miss against the rest of their plain, unassuming house. And yet, it fit them perfectly. Lyall is the kind of man to require everything to fit into perfect boxes, even if he has to force them in. Hope was the kind of woman to fit herself into said boxes, doing her best to thrive without causing a scene. She had so much potential to be great, just like the fireplace. Even Remus appears bland at a first glance, but when you look closer, you can see the wonderful life hiding behind those eyes.

Even a pairing he never thought would work itself out, found a perfect balance. Black minimalism and appearance vs Potter practicality and love of stuff. However, the two blended together seamlessly in a way Sirius never could have predicted, represented wonderfully by their fireplace. Carved from a dark stone, it is practical for the floo, but cozy and unobtrusive. There are pictures of family and friends and even some muggle sculptures, but it isn't as jammed as the Potter house. Just like them, finding the balance.

Lastly, his mantle. Or more specifically, the mantle he shares with Remus. While Remus opted for the plain route he was accustomed to, Sirius brought a bit of the Potter flare, the Black grandeur, and his own muggle touch. Sirius knows, this fireplace is them. Wizarding plants with practical uses climbing on the shelf above the mantle, books within easy reach for Remus without taking space on the side tables, pictures of their family and friends, awards from both school and work, but most important of all, the ability to reach their friends without feeling helpless like the very ocean is drowning him.

Yes, you can tell a lot about a person, just by looking at their fireplace.

[duskstargazer]

[1935]

Edward groaned as warmth spread through his boiler. It was unnaturally early for him to be in steam - ever since the Flying Kipper had been taken over by more capable engines. However, he had been informed of an emergency up at Killdane. He wasn’t sure why, but an uneasy feeling had settled in his firebox when he’d first been briefed.

He was being fired up by night crew staff when a deafening whistle cut through the cold morning air.

“EDWARD!! EDWARD!!!”

James came barrelling through the station and into the yard. He wrenched on his brakes, sending a shower of sparks lighting up his frames and wheels like sparklers.

“EDWARDWHEREARETHECRANES?!”

Edward blinked, trying to catch his mind up with reality.

“TheCranesEdwardWhereAreThey?!!” James panted, his voice cracking and desperate.

“Th… the cranes? Judy and Jerome?”

“YeaTheOnesThatRescuedMeWher-OhThereTheyAre-” James said, frantically, as he caught sight of the two. “Come on, Edward!!”

“James, what’s going on?” Edward asked, worry and adrenaline coursing through his tubes.

“A-accident at Killdane,” James stammered, his voice trembling and his words rapid and uneven. “Henry… train… crash…”

James’s words were hard enough to make out as he struggled to find his words between panic and trying to catch his breath, but he rambled the situation out as he raced through the yard making his way to the cranes.

He was coupled on, and tore out of the yards, back to the main line, and East to Killdane. Edward had been told to collect a well-wagon and a brake van and meet them there. As he collected them, he braced himself for just what he was going to see when he met James at the accident site.

[lsargeantsgirl]

Who Is Your Best Friend?

pairing: Logan Sargeant x Williams driver reader

word count: 1.9k (whew)

warning: james vowles; angst; y/n used

character sorta based off of me

“y/n, the media team needs you by the end of the day,” James (ewww) said as you left his office from a meeting. 

“Okay. Bye,”

After you did the simulator a couple of times, setting your record, you went to the media room. The media intern saw you and waved you to the filming room. You sat down as she started the camera and she gave you the mini mic. 

“Ok, welcome, we are going to rapid-fire questions, then edit it with Logan’s answers.”

“I’ve always wanted to do this,” you said giddily.

“You ready,” you nodded, “ok, first one, what's your name.”

“y/n l/n,”

“Number?”

“78,”

“Birthday?”

“(your birthday)” “Favorite singer,”

“Taylor Swift”

“What’s Logan’s favorite singer?”

“I don’t know”

“Favorite Taylor song,”

“Hits different,”

“Logan’s”

“You belong with me,”

“Hometown”

“(your hometown)”

“Best friend”

“Logan,” you briefly thought of how much your friendship with Logan meant to you.

“Favorite hobby”

“Arts and crafts”

“Ok that’s it,” she says, stopping the camera.

“Noice, that was fun, I like that game.”

“Thank you, see you tomorrow, bye,” she said walking out of the room with you. As you rounded the corner into the hallway, you ran directly into Logan. 

“Hey, did you just do the media thing they wanted us for?”

“Yeah, it shouldn’t take you too long,” you informed him.

“Ok, nice, have a good day, see you tomorrow,” he said, smiling gently at you before walking away.

Your heart was beating out of your throat. Logan always made your thoughts go crazy. His accent always made you smile. He always, to you, more than your friend, you. You had issues with trusting people when you were a kid so when you met Logan you emotionally bonded to him. You hoped that Logan thought of you as highly as you did him.

A couple of weeks later when you were scrolling on your social medias, you saw the video of the rapid-fire questions. You watched, laughing at yourself and Logan. When the best friend question came up, your heart sank as you saw Logan answer without a beat Oscar. You thought he would be different because he was your best friend. It turns out he was just another one you thought was your friend but he didn’t reciprocate. 

Later that day, your high school friend came over to your apartment. You were gossiping and catching up on life when she brought up Logan. Your mood soured; she noticed.

“What’s with that face? Are you and Logan no longer friends?” she asked hesitantly.

“No, No, we are, I think.”

“What do you mean?”

“I thought he was my best friend, but he without any hesitation said Oscar. And I know he’s known Oscar for way longer than me but I feel like we’re closer than them. I don’t know what to do because if I stay acting like nothing happened then I will feel bad and sad but if I ignore him then he might feel bad,” you said fast.

“Oh ok, I thought something unforgivable happened between you two. But maybe you should just talk to him,” you shot her a glare, “or let him bring it up when you ignore him.”

“I think I’ll just try to forget and try not to get closer to him. But if he brings it up then I’ll talk about it.”

Turns out you didn’t do very well at trying to forget about it. You thought about it every single time you saw Logan. It was like a nagging guiltiness you felt when he would talk to you with his cute American accent and his radiant smile. He made you feel guilty without actually doing anything.

“Y/n, the media team wants us to make a video. I think we should go bother the people interviewing down there.”

“Ok, you can do it if you want,” you said flippantly. You were distracted by a text your friend had sent you. Logan snatched your phone from your hands and started reading the texts. 

“Oooh, y/n has a crush, on whooo,” he says with a schoolboy tone. You tried taking your phone back but Logan kept holding it over his head. You were shorter than him so it wasn’t easy trying your phone back. 

“Logan, give me my phone back,” you said.

“Tell me who your crush is first.”

“Logan, no.”

“Tell me.”

He kept holding your phone higher than you could reach. The only way you could get your phone back was risky and very inappropriate to do because it's what needs to be done. You ‘lowered’ your defenses. You nut-tapped him and when he bent down in reflex. When his defenses were lowered, you took back your phone and walked away. 

TIME SKIP

The door to the room you were in opened, and Logan came into your driver's room after a while. “Sooo, are you gonna tell me who you were texting about,” he said after flopping onto your couch.

“No, why are you here?” you said while working on some homework because you were a college student while being an F1 driver. Yes, it was hard but you were so close to graduation. 

“Media still wants that video.”

“Do you want to make a TikTok or what?” you ask.

“Ehh, I don’t know, we should post the video of you physically harassing me.” You slowly turn around and if looks could kill you would be in jail for murder.

“Logan, if you post that, I will personally push you off the track and then hit you again. I would not care if James kills me but I will kill you,” You said while Logan just sat smiling at you. 

“You look if you were my type, hot mad,” Logan said, now he was lying fully across the couch with his hands behind his head. He had that grin that always made you guilty. 

You stood up and walked over to Logan. You bent down to his level and your eyes bore into his. Unbeknownst to Logan, your heart rate was so high it would put anyone into a heart attack. You gripped his chin as his smile faded.

“Logan Hunter Sargeant, I will kill you if you post that even in a conversation with your bestie Oscar. If you continue to ask me who that was, I will do things you don’t want to know to you.” 

Logan grabbed you and pulled you into himself, laughing. “Baby, you don’t scare me.” He had you on his chest. “Seems like I scare you.” He could feel your heart beating out of your chest.

“The only reason I would be scared of you is because of your stupidity. It takes a special kind of stupid,” you said pushing up on his chest with your knee between his legs. You moved it a bit higher so you were essentially kneeing him in the nuts. You could see when he started to be in pain. “, to think you scare me.  But Americans are known to be stupid.”

You got off Logan and went back to doing your homework. You didn’t see when Logan slipped out but you felt his eyes on you before he left.

TIME SKIP

You were standing on the balcony in the paddock in Singapore. You were breathing in the fresh air. You had been overwhelmed with the end of the season. You were glad to end it but you were also sad your second season was over. 

Logan joined you on the patio to tell you that the media still wanted that video. Unbeknownst to you he was already in the making of that video. 

“It is so peaceful out here. It would be a shame if something disrupted the peacefulness.”

“Logan, you already ruined it by coming out here.”

“Oh, really, I thought I was helping you enjoy the view and the experience.”

“Well, you weren’t. You just made me so much anxious. Thanks for that.”

Logan pulled something out of his pocket. He messed with it for a second raised his arm and threw whatever it was. He ducked below the edge of the balcony. The people below were in the middle of an interview when the, now apparent to you, paper airplane hit them.

They all turned their heads to you. You were a deer caught in the headlights. Frozen in fear, they turned the camera towards you. You turned to Logan who was crouched down beside you and kicked him. 

“Logan, you idiot. Why did you throw that at them.”

“To them, I didn’t throw it.”

You kicked him again, turned, and stormed into your driver's room. When you opened your computer you saw an email from James. The only line in the email was ‘Get into my office now.’ You knew what he was going to say. You prepared yourself for what he was going to say. 

You slipped into his office. James looked up from his computer.

“Y/n, why did you throw a paper airplane at the Haas people in the interview?” he said, angered.

“I didn’t do that. If ask your favorite little American driver, he’ll say I threw it but I didn’t.”

“I’m not punishing you but if you do it again, I will,” he threatened.

“I didn’t do it in the first place but I won’t let Logan do it again.”

He nodded, dismissing you. You walked to Logan’s driver's room.

You went into his room without knocking. “Logan, I swear to God, go tell James that you threw that paper airplane at them and it wasn’t me.”

“Hello to you,”

“Logan,” you said walking closer to him, not realizing he was shirtless.

“This is the first time you have talked to me without me starting the conversation in like two months. I like it when other people start conversations with me and I don’t start it.”

“Logan, you weren’t worth my time,” you professed.

“Worth your time?”

“Have you ever had someone who you thought was your best friend say that they don’t think that you are their best friend? No, you probably haven’t because no one would want to be your friend,” you said raising your voice.

“Is that why you ignored me for all this time? I didn’t say you when they asked who my best friend was?”

“Yes, I thought you were my best friend. But obviously, you don’t think the same.”

“Yeah, you aren’t my best friend, because I don’t see you as a friend,” the color drained from your face as you lowered your head.

“Okay, never mind. Let’s forget this ever happened,” you said as your voice was shaking. Slowly turning around to leave.

He walks behind you to the door. You open the door and he reaches over your shoulder to close it. He forcibly turned you around, pushing you against the door. “I don’t see you as a friend. I see you as a woman who I hope is attracted to me as much as I am to her.” 

He stares into your eyes, “what?” you ask.

“I like you, maybe even love you,” he said with adoration. 

“Logan,” you said breathlessly confused, “what, you like like me?”

“Yeah, if we were in elementary school,” he cracked a smile which you reflected, “then, yeah, I like like you.” 

“I like like you too,” you whispered.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yeah, if you say I’m your best friend.”

“You are my best friend,” He said giggly as he kissed you.

Author's Note

Thank you to everyone who liked my other posts. love you

[bradleysass]

The Snare of the Stag Pt 4 - @leeny-leens - word count: 975 - Starchaser

Regulus didn’t understand when it began to shift.

At first, James’s obsession was suffocating, a constant weight pressing down on him. But as the days turned into weeks, Regulus found himself lingering in places where James might appear. The very presence that had once filled him with dread now stirred something else—something he didn’t want to name. Something that made his pulse quicken, his thoughts spiral.

It was maddening.

But it was also impossible to deny.

Regulus stood in the Astronomy Tower, the cold wind biting at his skin as he stared out over the darkened grounds. He told himself he was here to think, to clear his head, but deep down, he knew the truth.

He was waiting.

The soft creak of the door opening behind him sent a shiver down his spine. He didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.

“You always did like the dramatic settings,” James said, his voice warm despite the chill in the air.

Regulus smirked, his gaze still fixed on the horizon. “And you always did like following me.”

James chuckled, stepping closer. “Maybe I just enjoy the view.”

Regulus finally turned to face him, his heart pounding in his chest. James was standing just a few feet away, his hands tucked into his robe pockets, his messy hair ruffled by the wind. His glasses caught the moonlight, but it was the look in his eyes that made Regulus’s breath catch. That intensity—the same unrelenting focus that had haunted him for months—was still there, but now it felt different. Softer. Almost… inviting.

“What do you want, Potter?” Regulus asked, his voice sharper than he intended.

James tilted his head, his lips curving into that familiar smirk. “I think you already know.”

Regulus swallowed hard, his fingers tightening around the edge of the railing. “You’re obsessed,” he said, his voice low. “It’s unhealthy.”

James took another step closer, his gaze never leaving Regulus’s. “And yet, here you are,” he said softly. “Waiting for me.”

Regulus’s stomach twisted, his carefully constructed walls threatening to crumble under the weight of James’s words. “I—” he began, but the words died in his throat as James closed the distance between them.

“You don’t have to pretend anymore, Reg,” James murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “Not with me.”

Regulus’s breath hitched as James reached out, his fingers brushing against Regulus’s wrist. The touch was light, almost hesitant, but it sent a jolt of electricity through him. For a moment, Regulus wanted to pull away, to push James back and run. But he didn’t.

He couldn’t.

Because as much as he hated to admit it, James was right.

The first time it happened, it was in the shadows of the Forbidden Forest.

Regulus had been walking alone, lost in thought, when James appeared out of nowhere. He didn’t even have time to react before James grabbed his arm, pulling him behind a thick cluster of trees.

“What the hell are you—” Regulus began, but the words were cut off as James pressed him against the rough bark of a tree, his hands on either side of Regulus’s head.

“Stop running,” James said, his voice rough, desperate. “Stop lying to yourself.”

Regulus glared at him, his heart pounding. “I’m not—”

“You are,” James interrupted, his voice rising. “You’ve been lying this whole time, pretending you don’t feel it. But I see it, Reg. I see the way you look at me.”

Regulus’s stomach flipped, his pulse racing. “You’re delusional,” he whispered, but the words lacked conviction.

James leaned in, his face inches from Regulus’s. “Then tell me to stop,” he said, his voice soft but firm. “Tell me to walk away, and I will.”

Regulus opened his mouth to respond, but no sound came out. His mind was a whirlwind of confusion and desire, fear and longing. He hated James for what he’d done, for the way he’d wormed his way into Regulus’s mind, his life.

But he also couldn’t imagine a world without him.

The silence stretched between them, and then, without thinking, Regulus grabbed the front of James’s robes and pulled him closer. Their lips collided in a clash of frustration and need, and for the first time in weeks, Regulus felt like he could breathe.

From that moment on, everything changed. The tension between them didn’t fade—it burned brighter, hotter, consuming them both. Their encounters became a dangerous game, a push-and-pull of power and vulnerability that neither of them could resist.

James was relentless, always pushing Regulus to his limits, testing how far he could go. And Regulus, despite himself, began to crave it. He hated the way James made him feel—exposed, vulnerable, alive—but he couldn’t stay away.

They met in secret, their trysts hidden from the prying eyes of the school. In abandoned classrooms, shadowy corners, the Astronomy Tower under the cover of night. Each time was more intense than the last, their connection a volatile mix of obsession and desire.

But beneath the passion, there was an undercurrent of something darker. James’s obsession hadn’t faded—it had only grown stronger. And Regulus, despite his best efforts, was falling deeper and deeper into the web James had spun around him.

Regulus knew it couldn’t last. Their connection was too volatile, too dangerous. But every time he tried to pull away, James reeled him back in, his words a mixture of promises and threats that left Regulus feeling more trapped than ever.

“You belong to me,” James said one night, his voice low and fierce as he pinned Regulus against the wall of an abandoned corridor. “And I’m not letting you go.”

Regulus’s chest tightened, his fear and desire warring within him. “You can’t keep doing this,” he whispered, his voice trembling.

James smirked, his fingers brushing against Regulus’s jaw. “Watch me.”

[ilovewrinklyoldmeninbands]

Lars is readers brother

my writing isnt gonna be good, im new too this. criticism is appreciated:3

you were in a garage of the shared house. you always had a crush on dave, but you KNEW you couldnt date him, he was your brothers bandmate?? but it didnt really stop you, it kinda encouraged you even more. you were watching them play, lars kept nagging you too watch him, but you kinda just watched dave, the way his veiny ass hands played so well, the way him and james laughed.

they finished playing after like two hours, you kept staring at dave, and he didnt exactly notice. james and lars were talking and lars noticed you staring at dave, las came up too you.

"whatre you lookin at? whyre you lookin at him?" he questioned

"leave me alone lars, im not starin." you muttered, looking away frok

"hes not the guy you want, hes kinda a dick? he poured beer on ron man, made him leave."

"okay lars? im a adult leave me alone"

"still my younger sister??" he said harshly

you just start ignoring lars, james told him too lay off and he just did. your knees were too your chest, just watching everyone, dave say next too you on the worn couch and offered you a beer, you took the cold beverage out of his hand, you struggled too open it and he did if for you, making him chuckle

"thank you, dave" you said quietly,

"your welcome, you dont talk too me enough, how come? your always here."

"im not sure, we should definitely talk more."

"why not talk now?"

you looked at him, that cocky smirk, you just nodded. this was the start of a conversation that lasted HOURS, not even noticing its been that long. the time just went by so quickly. you talked about everything and anything, he definitely had some interesting opinions, you could feel yourself falling for him more and more. his attention fully on you, yours fully on him, he told funny stories from when he was a teenager, and you did the same.

everyone else was asleep, it was just you and dave talking. he was so interesting. after a few hours you both got tired. he walked too his room, sahing goodnight. not wanting too leave you but he had too. you just layed your head on your arms, stomach down on the couch and fell asleep. your clothes were jeans and a hoodie so you were pretty comfortable already.

it was the morning, you woke up with a horrible back pain, why do you always sleep on your stomach??, you just got jp and sucked it up. you walked into,the kitchen, everyone was still asleep- or just in there rooms. you got bagels and made yourself some. you didnt bother with a plate and grabbed a bottled water, your socks didnt do much against the cold hardwood ground, you walked out too the porch and just ate your food, watching the sun rise highsr and higher. kinda zoned out. you finished eating and kept staring. dave walked out with a smile, he didnt expect you,roo be awake

"good morning" his voice was still raspy from sleep,

"good morning, dave" you said with a slight smile, he sat next too you and looked at the sun with you, his orange hair being shined on, it honestly looked like he was made too be in the sun. you could feel yourself staring then quickly looked away, looking at the sunrise again.

"pretty isnt it?" you mumbled,

"yeah, like you." he gave a silly grin

"oh stoppp" you said teasingly, you couldnt deny the blush creeping up your neck.

as the day progressed you noticed how distant everyone seemed too dave, their faces a little annoyed? but you just ignored it, you talked too him whenever you could, so he didnt feel upset. james still grinned and dave but it was off- you didnt pay much too it though.

the guys stayed up almost all night drinking, you didnt wanna be around it so you just went too your room, you heard a little fighting but didnt care that much. they were probably being drunk and dumb, but you couldnt help but feel worried for dave, what were they doing down there?? you eventually fell asleep, this time not on your stomach.

in the morning you walked downstairs, you noticed james and dave were gone, you asked lars and he just shrugged, you asked cliff, who seemed upset. then you heard his responce, you,couldve swore your heart stopped.

"what do you mean they kicked him out??"

" man youve seen how he acted sometimes- he'll be fine? hes a grown man."

"you guys are dicks."

you walked back too your room, your shaky hands calling his phone, no answer, you tried again, no answer. you felt tears in your eyes. the next week you refused too talk too anyone, dave was the only one that really got you, did he miss you? did he care? you felt so bad for,him, he treated the band like brothersk and they just, kicked him out?

it was around 9pmm you decided you wanted too,get takeour. you were walking downtown and just looking at people, hoping youd see him but you knew you wouldnt. you didnt know where he was, was he okay? you knew he would be stubborn and not talk too anyone for awhile, you were lost in your thoughts and accidentally brushed shoulders with someone aggressively, not really on purpose.

"excuse you?" the voice sounded familiarm you stopped and turned around and saw his orange hair.

"dave?" he was looking away, but when you said,that he locked eyes with you,

"oh.. hi.." he said sheepishly, waiting for your response,

"hi.. dude im sorry about what happened.." he looked so sad.

"yeah man.. its fine though, i just- they were brothers too me man. they just left me like that." he said quietly,

you didnt know what too say, you felt really bad. you guys began talking alot, it was like it never changed, just talking. he offered too pay half on a apartment if you pay half. you nodded, you desperately wanted too move out of the other house.

its been months since dave got kicked out, he started his own band. you two started dating, you barely talked too,anyone from the band, rney were all pissed at you, for just leaving for the 'asshole', but you were happier. dave was in your arms, you two habe only been dating like 3 months, he was listening too your heartbeat.

"you,know i love you,right?" he let the words stay in the quiet air before you responded

"i love you too dave. ive been loving you" you said softly, running your fingers threw his orange hair.

"good. cus id be pretty mad if you only just started lovin me" he chuckled, making you,chuckle. you knew he wws the one you wanted the rest of your,life, no matter what happensk youll be there.

I need too be beat up,and laughed at ahaha i😔💔 ty wierd genetic fuckup for helping md btw ily pooks

[peachhcs]

world juniors surprise

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)

samy surprises the guys in canada at world juniors!

wc: 2.4k

this is more gabe, ryan + samy just because i like writing their friendship and showing how much they all enjoy each other’s company and hanging out all together even when will isn’t around. (i also didn’t know how to end this so ending sucks my bad)

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even though will wasn't playing at world juniors anymore, samy still wanted to support her other boston boys and her parents were suckers for hockey, so they made the trip into canada for the rest of the tournament. samy also really loved surprises, so she made an effort to surprise ryan and gabe upon arriving. 

she texted back and forth with drew and zeev about making sure neither of the boys found out as she snuck into the practice rink near the end of their practice. she stayed close to the back of the bleachers, watching as the boys played a scrimmage. the sound of the puck hitting against their sticks was like music to her ears. 

drew glanced her way and she gave a tiny wave. the taller boy smiled, making sure to not draw any attention in her direction. she saw ryan wearing the big C on his uniform and gabe with his A and she couldn't be prouder of the two. after all the work they've put in the last year and this season so far, they definitely deserved it. 

their coach called them in after another few minutes for his last remarks about practice before sending them free for the day. with everyone's back turned, samy carefully snuck her way onto the ice.

head coach carle saw her making her way towards them. he began wrapping up his last words, "good work today boys. get some good sleep, we have a big day tomorrow." ryan began standing back up to call out their cheer when coach stopped him, "actually, i think we have someone else who wants to call the cheer today." 

the boys grew confused until samy said, "mind if i do one leno?" 

ryan's head snapped towards her, eyes wide with surprise. the other boys copied his movements, all of their gazes quickly lighting up when they saw the familiar hughes sister.

"no fucking shit," ryan laughed and skated towards her. gabe wasn't far behind as they hugged. 

"what are you even doing here?" gabe laughed as he took his hug and the other guys rallied around for a hello. with most of these boys being old u18s and u17s, samy was very familiar with all of them so she greeted each of the boys with a friendly smile. 

"i'm here to watch hockey, duh?" the girl laughed. 

"what a great surprise. it's good to see you," ryan grinned. 

"we did help plan, by the way," drew spoke up next to zeev. 

"impressive. i don't think i've ever been on the receiving end of a surprise before," gabe patted the girl's shoulder. 

"well since you're here and you asked, you can do the honors," ryan said meaning the team cheer. 

"all hands in," samy smiled and the boys put their gloved hands in the center. "usa on 3. 1, 2, 3, usa," they broke and finally started skating off the ice now in chatter about samy being there. 

"how long are you staying?" ryan asked.

"the whole tournament. my parents are here too. they couldn't pass up an opportunity to watch some good hockey," she giggled. 

"well, we're glad you're here. i don't think we've ever been surprised by you before. give us like..twenty minutes to shower and change and we'll be out," gabe said and samy nodded. she wasn't a stranger to waiting around after a game or practice, so she made herself comfortable against the wall across from the locker room. 

the youngest hughes sent a quick picture to will telling him she successfully surprised the boys. they were both sad he couldn't join her in canada because of the games he had to be at coming up, but he was there in spirit and obviously, samy was going to send him all the game updates. 

james and aram came out of the locker room first. the older brunette quickly hurried over to greet samy where she gave both of them warm hugs. 

"good to see you again hughesy. congrats on your national title by the way," aram nudged her shoulder. 

"thank you. it's good to see you guys too. how's boston been?" she asked and the two nodded.

"amazing. awesome. perfect," james chuckled. 

"you've been doing pretty good this season. i can't believe my little u17 is all grown up," samy poked james' shoulder making him flush. in her eyes, him, teddy, cole would always be her u17s no matter how old they got. 

"i try to stay humble," the boy mumbled, but smiled nonetheless. teddy and cole were the next ones out, quickly rushing over to say a proper hello. samy hugged them all the same. 

"it's kind of weird seeing you without will here," teddy laughed. 

"yeah, i know, but i really wanted to come see you guys. i can't believe how grown up you are," she pinched teddy and cole's cheeks like a big sister would, which, in some ways, she was a big sister to them. 

"you say that like we went from 12 to 17 overnight," cole said making the others laugh. 

"in my eyes you did. i feel like a mom who's birds all left the nest," samy held her heart and the boys exchanged a glance knowing how sappy and sentimental she got. 

the last four finally came back out after another ten minutes. drew and zeev hurried over to also give the youngest hughes a proper hug. "thanks for helping with the surprise," she said.

"of course. glad i got to finally be in the know this time around," drew grinned. 

"are you hungry at all? we can all catch an early dinner late lunch?" ryan wondered and the others nodded, wanting to tag along.

"sure, i'm down," samy agreed too. 

they decided on a restaurant not too far from the rink and piled into their cars. samy got in with ryan and gabe, the dark-haired boy offering her the front while ryan got in the driver's seat.

"when's em and julianne coming down?" samy wondered. 

"emma's coming this weekend and i think julianne is too. like everyone is coming this weekend," gabe said, clicking his seatbelt in. 

"i'm excited to see everyone. all we'll be missing is will and hannah."

"isn't hannah in like jamaica for break?" ryan wondered and the girl nodded.

"yup, her big winter break vacation. the pictures have been super cool though." 

they pulled out of the lot, the other hockey boys following behind them. "so how are you feeling about being captains?" the brunette shifted the subject, her gaze bouncing between the two boys. 

"good, i think. we're feeling confident about this tournament and i think we've been doing a good job?" ryan said in a bit of a question as he gazed back at gabe through the rearview.

"i'm feeling confident too. it's gonna be a good tournament," the dark-haired boy agreed.

"good, i'm glad to hear that. you guys have really great players on the roster this year. you guys and hagens should be a good trio," the girl nodded. 

"dude, hagens is a fucking beast. he's crazy good. he's like the will smith of his year," gabe quickly gushed at the mention of the other taller brunette. 

"i've heard. he was always really good at dev," samy agreed. 

"i know he's gonna go quick at the draft next year. there's no way he doesn't," ryan turned into the restaurant parking lot. all the other boys pulled in, scattering to find parking spots.

the poor hostess was definitely a bit frightened when almost ten hockey players came into the restaurant without a reservation, but somehow, she managed to seat all of them. their chatter carried across the table between one another talking about world juniors, college, hockey, michigan, san jose—all of the topics getting covered. 

"hey, i'm just wondering how you get smitty to post pictures of you like that," aram snickered making the other boys laugh. samy flushed and just shook her head.

"i have no idea. you have to ask him," she shrugged.

"he's sooo whipped for you," zeev poked her shoulder and the girl's poor flush got worse and opted to bury her face in her hands instead. 

"oh she knows. we all know. you should've seen how bad they were before they got together. it was so obvious," ryan shook his head slightly making gabe, drew, and aram all laugh. 

fall of 2021 (samy's junior year and will's first year of dev)

"where are you going?" ryan wondered when he saw his friend putting his coat on. will's gaze snapped in his direction.

"my mom and i are going down to samy's soccer game. you wanna come with?" ryan didn't know the youngest hughes that well yet. their only interaction had been at her house the first time and then she was at some of the preseason games, but the boy wouldn't pass up an opportunity to get out of house and watch a game of soccer. 

"yeah sure," he shrugged and got to find his coat. "do you guys always go to games?" 

"usually, yeah. my mom always had the highlights up or read about it online," will shrugged and the brunette just nodded. he still thought about how much will played it down how close him and samy were and after meeting her, the guys quickly realized how much closer they were than will led on. 

mrs. smith filled the silence with asking the boys about how the program was going so far and if they were liking it to which they said yes. it was hard getting any elaboration out of sixteen year old boys. 

the stands were fairly packed when they got there. colleen found samy's parents and the boys followed her since they didn't really know anyone from her school. 

"there she is," will pointed to samy's #6 down on the field warming up. "she has crazy pre game superstitions. she always has to have her hair up in a braid and she usually eats two apples before every game," the blonde continued. 

"sounds serious," ryan chuckled to himself and will nodded.

"you have no idea. she gets insane with her superstitions," the blonde laughed too. samy finally looked back up at the stands where will waved. she quickly waved back when she saw him, a large smile on her lips. 

"i'm definitely dragging all of you guys out to these games. samy loves the support and she'll find it funny seeing all of us in the stands," the more will kept talking about her the more curious ryan got with their relationship because he seriously wondered just how close they really were. 

the game got underway and ryan also began realizing just how much he liked girl's soccer. he didn't usually watch it, but samy's game had him on the edge of his seat as the girls raced up and down the field to score a goal. the youngest hughes was good. will mentioned how good she was, but now that ryan was seeing it with his own eyes he definitely agreed. the girl was fast and good at scoring. 

when the game ended the family waited around for samy to come back out of the school. ryan and will were discussing what a great game that was when the brunette came out with her team in high spirits after the win. will quickly lifted her into a hug. 

"great game, hughesy," the blonde cheesed.

"thanks, smitty. it's so good seeing you in person," she chucked and her eyes slid to ryan. "i dragged him with me. well, he wanted to come when i asked," will filled in the gaps.

"you were good, hughes. i was impressed," ryan smiled. 

"thanks, that means a lot. i'm glad you came," she offered a quick side hug before greeting her parents and mrs. smith. ryan watched the exchanges and the way the smile never left will's lips as he watched samy in front of them. 

ryan was slowly learning how important this girl would be to all of them in the next two years because after that game, the guys never missed one of samy's home soccer games (unless they had a game too). 

even though she was will's girlfriend and will's friend first, samy had become quite an important friend to all of the guys. she showed up for them and they showed up for her, even when will wasn't around to bridge the gap because there was no gap to bridge anymore. they were close all on their own. 

and her being at world juniors to support them in the tournament was more than the guys could even ask for. they all went back to the hotel for the night knowing they needed to get good sleep for the game tomorrow. samy hung out in ryan and gabe's room with aram and drew for a bit. ryan was out on the balcony getting fresh air when samy came out to join him.

"nervous?" the girl wondered as she leaned against the railing.

"kind of," ryan admitted with a small chuckle.

"you're all gonna do great, lean. you worked really hard for this," samy assured making the brunette smile a bit.

"yeah, i know. i think it's pre game jitters i always get. still getting used to the whole captain thing too."

"hey, i get it. it's nerve racking for sure when people finally watch what you and your teammates have been working on for the past week. people love you guys though. they love you. they're gonna think it's great," the girl said and ryan flushed.

"thanks for coming by the way. it's good having you here with us even though will isn't here," they exchanged a glance.

"you know i'd always show up for you guys. you show up for me. we're friends outside of will. you guys are gonna be in our wedding whenever that happens, so of course i'd show up for you guys," samy loved these boys like they were bonus brothers. all of her brother's hockey friends were her bonus brothers, but the u18s of 2023 were brothers in a way that samy knew they'd all be friends for the rest of their lives. 

"you know will really landed a good one," ryan winked making the girl flush. 

"yeah, i guess he did." 

"you guys better get back in here and watch drew beat gabe at mario kart," aram called. the two exchanged a glance, laughing and racing back inside so they could see drew pull ahead and cross the finish line before gabe could. he jumped up in excitement. 

"i won! finally!" drew exclaimed.

the others cheered excitedly. gabe rolled his eyes a bit and handed off his controller to someone else. ryan grabbed it wanting to beat drew this time.

they played for a little while longer until deciding they definitely needed to go to bed. the guys hugged samy goodnight, “can’t wait for a great game tomorrow!” she grinned as she followed drew and aram out of the room.

[eden-writes-stuff]

hi! I’m here after your post about Peter! if your requests are still open could I ask for another one with Wormtail? just something Peter centric; fluff or adventurous where he is being appreciated by marauders? could be just platonic marauders or prongstail/padtail (if you’re comfortable with this) in hogwarts/post-hogwarts

really loved your story 🤍

Tags: Peters birthday, hints at prongstail, Marauders are good friends to Peter

Wordcount: 408

"Surprise!"

Peter nearly suffered a heart attack when he entered the Gryffindor common room.

Just a little confused he looked around. The entire room was decorated with party supplies.

But there were only eight people in it. James, Sirius, Remus, Lily, Mary, Marlene, Pandora and Regulus. 

There was music, drinks and snacks and a table overflowing with presents. More presents than Peter had ever seen - at least ones that were meant for him.

"But my birthday was a month ago..." James and Remus took him between them, guiding him toward the best armchair at the fireplace.  "That's why we did it. Your birthday is always in the middle of the summer holidays, so you never get a party", James explained softly smiling at him. "But we also know, that you aren't really the guy for huge parties all about you, so we thought we'd keep it small", Remus added.

Peter could have snogged all of them. He didn't. Instead, he sat down in his designated place and tried not to cry. "You're amazing", he sniffled.

"So are you, Pete..." "The Amazing Pete!" Sirius announced from his place on the floor, raising his cup and everyone started cheering. 

Peter had never had a huge birthday party. Usually, he went out with his parents and some other relatives to have dinner, got a few boring gifts (socks, books that he never read...), and that was it, but this...

It wasn't like any of the parties they always did for Sirius where all of Hogwarts came together. It was just them. His favourite people all together. They had prepared games. Including a quiz centred around him - a very strange experience - and some drinking games.

It was a pretty perfect evening.

Until the point when they led him to the window and started counting down. Peter expected something loud and overwhelming. But the fireworks didn't make a single sound.

"Silencing spell. We know you don't like loud noises", James told him, softly placing a hand on his shoulder. Peter smiled up at him, carefully laying his own hand on James'.

"I didn't think any of you guys remembered anything like that about me." He forced himself to look out of the window again, staring at the bright lights in the distance. "Of course we do! I think you underestimate how much you mean to... all of us. We love you, buddy."

[labyrinthhofmymind]

effie and monty are the definition of bi wife and bi husband energy

[caruliaa]

i think 1989 is no longer my least fave taylor album. but thats also terrifying to me bc the taylor album that is my least fave in its place at least based on what iv seen has very vicious fans

[jamespotterlovesreggie]

Christmas - A Jegulus Micro-Fic

tw: walburga and orions a+ parenting

James and Sirius had just arrived at the Potters Manor where they were greeted by Effie and Fleamont who were so excited to have the boys home for Christmas Regulus on the other hand had to return to no.12 Grimmauld place.

"Mum ,Dad I'm home" Regulus shouted as he walked through the door , Walburga and Orion made no effort to greet their only son as they disowned Sirius because he left , he then found them in the living room sat reading he didn't want to disturb them and get into trouble so he went upstairs and decided to sit in Sirius's old room, thinking of James and Siruis ,still remaining untouched since the day he left in the prior summer .

Meanwhile at Potter Manor the only thing James could think about was his boyfriend Regulus ,and when Sirius finally managed to get James's attention and asked him "What's wrong Prongs ?" James only replied with" Regulus" Sirius was a little bit confused and after a moment of silence said "What about him ?" "Pads we need to get him out of there " after a few minutes Sirius agreed so they proceeded to come up with a plan.

"What are you doing in here child " Walburga said ,Regulus was taken aback by his mothers sudden appearance in the doorway, he only managed to say "Just missing him ".

" Don't be silly , it was his choice to leave and doing that he besmirched the Black family name so don't feel sad about him otherwise you'll be next , and you don't want to be a disappointment do you Regulus" her words cut deep ,Regulus left the room and curled up in his bed just wishing he could be with James although he would never admit it aloud because his parents would punish him most likely with Cruciatus curse .

James and Sirius had come up with a fool proof plan to help regulus escape so they grabbed their broomsticks and set off and not even 20 minutes later James lightly tapped Regulus's window, being super quiet so he doesn't alert Walburga and Orion , Regulus was surprised to see his boyfriend but he was also thrilled and slightly confused " What are you doing here Jamie" he asked " Rescuing you of course Reggie " he replied , James was the only person allowed to call him Reggie ( Apart from Pandora ) , "Will you two stop flirting so we can get out of here" Sirius exclaimed a little too loudly . Which woke Walburga and Orion up , Regulus managed to grab his bag just in time because just as he jumped on James broomstick Orion came bursting in through the door but Regulus couldn't care less as he snuggled into James on the ride home .

They arrived back at the Potter Manor where Effie and Fleamont welcomed Regulus with open arms like they did with Sirius and for the first time ever Regulus had an amazing Christmas with his boyfriend, his brother and his boyfriends parents .