#because is james gonna ask?? nope.

[chaos-era]

slight nsfw joke because i am of the opinion selena would wholeheartedly take advantage of the fact that James, having lived among people for so long, would be cursed with the knowledge of sexual innuendos.

its like psychological warefare.

also wowie first time doodling my james design should do that again the future.

[moonstruckme]

not sure this really applies for the blueberry muffin prompt but...update on roomate!james and reader? 🥺 (AND CONGRATS ON 7k 🥳🥳)

It does haha! I knew blueberry muffin would be my downfall (but it's okay I signed up for it and ily regardless). Please accept this garbage fire of a drabble <3

cw: modern au, alcohol mention

roommate!James x shy!reader ♡ 683 words

You’re squished between Sirius and James, the two people here least likely to allow you space to breathe. James has got you half in his lap, his arm around your waist and one of your thighs over his, while Sirius’ shoulder pushes into yours, his legs cast over the arm of his couch so he can kick gently at Remus when the urge strikes him. 

“Her coworker hates me,” James says. 

“He does not.” You roll your eyes. This is a topic you’ve been over before. “Art likes you just fine.”

“Does too!” He pinches your waist. “It’s because he’s in love with you.” 

You fight the urge to hide your face in his side. “He is not.” 

James laughs. “He is, sweetheart. You just can’t see it.” 

“You would hardly know, would you?” Sirius agrees, but he agrees with James on everything. You’re fairly sure that if James said the moon was green, Sirius would swear the same until his dying breath. “You didn’t know our Jamesie liked you until he practically confessed.” 

“I still doubt it sometimes,” you mutter, earning you another teasing pinch from your boyfriend. 

“Hold on,” says Lily, “she’s the one who works with him.”

Remus nods. While Sirius always agrees with James, Remus always disagrees with the both of them. You suspect this is mostly because he enjoys getting them riled up. “Exactly. I think y/n has had plenty more time to figure out if he has feelings than you have, James.” 

“He used to walk her home after every shift,” James argues. 

“Because he’s nice,” you sigh. 

“Nice to you, you mean.”

“It’s very normal to walk girls home from late shifts.” 

Remus hums. “Have you considered, James, that maybe because you’ve never worked in the service industry, there are norms you don’t understand?” His tone is smug. Sirius kicks his foot at him lazily.

James’ eyebrows rise above the frames of his glasses. “Have you considered,” he waves his free hand in your direction, “look at her?” 

Your face heats something atrocious. Sirius tsks. “He’s got you there, darling.” 

“Hush,” you say to James, though you can’t manage to infuse your voice with any sternness. “You’re the only one that thinks that.” 

“Nope,” he replies, popping the p. “Actually, it’s me and Art and every other seeing person on the planet. Sorry, sweetheart.” 

You’re not sure if he’s apologizing sardonically or genuinely, for the pain his compliments are causing you. A big hand cups the side of your head, bringing you closer so he can kiss your hair. 

It doesn’t pacify you. “You’re awful,” you say, slipping out from between him and Sirius so his friend nearly falls sideways onto James’ lap. “I’m going to get some water, does anyone want anything?” 

Lily and Remus say no, Sirius asks for a cider, and James is noticeably silent. You can’t say you’re surprised when he comes into the kitchen behind you. 

He gives you a sheepish look. You don’t believe it even a little. “Have I scared you off?” 

You go to Sirius and Remus’ fridge, grabbing the cider for Sirius. “No.” 

“But I embarrassed you.” James wraps his arms around your middle, smushing his lips to your hairline. “M’sorry, lovely.” 

“Don’t,” you say, though you’re far from pulling out of his embrace. “It takes more than that to scare me off.” 

“Yeah?” You can hear the teasing slip into his voice, and that scares you more than it should. “Good. Because you’re gonna have to get used to it, you know. I don’t plan on toning down how lovely you are just because you might get shy on me.” 

You tilt your head back to see him. “You’re insufferable.” 

“So you’re always telling me.” James’ grin is huge. He drops a kiss on the bridge of your nose. “You’re lovely, and I’m insufferable. How’s that fair?” 

“Dunno.” You kiss his chin in return. Fill your cup with water and brush past him out the kitchen. “Suppose you’ll have to get use to it.” 

It’s impossible not to smile when his laughter sounds behind you. 

[inkdrinkerworld]

Overly touchy!James who gets kinda upset when other people touch you, but he can’t exactly say anything because you’re not dating 😭

James is fuming a little more than he was from his bad practice when he gets into the apartment.

He’d messed up all his passes, hadn’t been able to sprint properly and lost all his physical battles.

It had hurt his ego a little, maybe more than a little, but he’d been looking forward to coming home and relaxing with you braiding his hair.

Instead, Sirius’ head is in your lap, and you’re braiding his hair. To make it worse in James’ eyes, Sirius is holding on to your ankles and rubbing his thumb over it.

The scowl in his face is inevitable. But he can’t say anything because you’re just friends.

James has come to abhor the word in every possible way. ‘Just friends’, isn’t what he wants to be with you but he’s taking it slow because he doesn’t want to spook you.

You turn to the slamming of the door, eyebrows creased together as you watch James scowl.

“Jamie? Was practice not good?” You ask, fingers still plucking and pulling at Sirius’ hair.

“Nope,” it’s one word and then he’s storming off, upstairs and you assume to his bedroom.

“Well, he’s got a stick up his arse,” Sirius whistles and you shake your head.

“Must’ve been really bad.” You say lightly, finishing the micro-braids at the front of Sirius’ head. “I think Remus is gonna faint when he sees your hair.”

Sirius grins a wicked grin, “Oh he better. Gonna go take care of your boy toy now?”

You roll your eyes but stand, gathering all your haircare stuff in your arms. “He’s not my boy toy. Also don’t you have a date to go get ready for?”

It distracts Sirius only a little, but as he’s walking out and you’re walking up the stairs, he notes that you didn’t say ‘we’re just friends.’

-

When you get up to the top of the stairs, you knock hesitantly on James’ door. It’s usually never shut, but then again he’s never looked as upset as he had today.

“Come in,” inside James is face down in his bed, back exposed to you.

“You okay James?” You ask walk in and sit beside his hip. “You looked pretty upset when you came in.”

“Do you like Sirius?” He asks, bluntly as he twists to see your face.

He’s met with a confused scrunching of your face, eyebrows melting together and lips pouted.

“As a friend.” You say and James sighs.

“Like we’re friends? Or like proper friends?”

You lay beside him, hand scrubbing against your cheek. Your toes twist together as you choose your words.

“Like proper friends. I didn’t think we were regular friends, Jamie. Like, we do more than friendly stuff. I don’t do that with everyone.”

James’ whole body relaxes at your words and his face tucks under your neck. “Neither do I,” he moves your hands under the hem of his shirt. “I did have a shitty practice though, can we do something cozy tonight?”

You hum, your fingernails scratching at James’ lower stomach. “Yeah, we can watch Hocus Pocus and bake those pumpkin cookies.”

[herlondonboy]

loose lips sink ships, clarisse la rue

summary: based on this ask

warnings: hurry and comfort

wc: 0.7k

a/n: just a short fic before i go to bed

you liked talking. you could speak for hours about meaningless subjects and meaningful subjects, like going to the outside world to buy more posters. but most of all, you liked talking about people. not in a rude way, just like your gain so much information and explode at clarisse.

she didn’t care for demigod drama, but she loved your voice. if anyone else tried talking her ear off, they wouldn’t have a tongue to talk with anymore.

but you?

she could fall asleep to you talking, wake up to you talking, and have you talk all through the day, and she’d never get sick of it. because she loved you. she loved so you much, she would kill for you if you asked.

it like you spoke before you thought. you hated it, but you were constantly on autopilot. you wanted it to stop. you saw the looks people would give you when you relayed information that you probably shouldn’t have.

at one point, people just stopped talking to you. you didn’t realise, you only really spoke to silena, chris, and clarisse anyway. it didn’t affect you that much.

then they stopped talking when you walked into a room.

it hurt, you weren’t going to lie. i mean, of course it did. you were being ostracised by the entire camp. you were being left alone by the people that were supposed to be your family. you knew why, so you tried to change.

the next morning, you silently walked to the mess hall. it was winter, so you were eating inside, and sat next to your girlfriend.

“hey, baby,” she said in a smug tone. “you okay?”

you nodded and looked around just as silena and chris came and sat opposite the two of you. they engaged in a light conversation, but you just fiddled with your fingers, willing yourself not to speak, not to annoy anyone.

there were whispers, you wondered if they were about the fact you hadn’t opened your mouth at all and breakfast was almost up.

you started to tear up. nothing you ever did was good enough. you talk? you’re annoying. you don’t talk? you’re weird.

“y/n,” you heard, making you snap up and see all three of them looking at you. your eyes dance between them. “what do you think? james and sam are getting awfully close, right?”

you shrugged, “i dunno.” you did know. james and sam had been with you for archery. they got all up close and personal as james tried to teach her correct form, brushing up against her. that wouldn’t be that bad of it weren’t for james’s girlfriend, who was hanging out with her felling aphrodite siblings in the fields, blissfully unaware of her promiscuous boyfriend.

“you don’t know?”

gods, why were they trying to encourage you?

“i don’t,” you said softly, looking down, making sure no one else could hear you.

they could. they could and they were all looking at you. the tears in your eyes became harder and harder to keep at bay, so you pushed your chair back and stormed off, not daring to open your mouth. you wondered if your cries would annoy them.

clarisse found you nearly an hour later. you were sitting on the beach, toes dipped into the water.

“hey,” you looked at her but didn’t say anything. “what’s wrong?” you shrugged. clarisse didn’t like that. “nuh-uh. nope. we’re not doing that. you told me that communication is key. you. talk to me, baby.”

“i don’t do it on purpose,” you whispered. “i can’t control it, they have to know that. my mouth is constantly on autopilot, i don’t mean to be a gossip, it’s just hardwired in me,” tears gathered in your eyes. “so i tried being quite, but they hated that too. i can’t please them.”

clarisse furrowed her eyebrows. “who was it?”

“what?”

“you heard me.”

“um, there was deena and tommy from the hermes cabin?” you answered.

clarisse nodded with a smirk. “i’m gonna beat up luke, too.”

you nodded and brightened up. “did you hear hermes drove luke’s mom to insanity? i also hear that hermes is trying to make it up to him, but luke isn’t hearing him out. he’s got the kind of hatred that would make him turn against the gods.”

clarisse smiled at you and you furrowed your eyebrows. she leaned forward to kiss you softly. “you’re back, is all.”

you chuckled softly. “it’s good to be back.” the two of you stood and you gasped. “which reminds me-“

[mylifesjustacarousel]

femme fatale - part II

pairing: james hook x fem!reader (requested!)

summary: part two of femme fatale!

type: angsty then fluffy

CW: pretty suggestive, reader gets injured, reader also has a knife

WC: 1.7k

part 1 |

It was two minutes until twelve, and there was still no sign of Hook. He seemed so infatuated with you, surely he’d try to make a good impression for once. You sat there on your towel, your patience thinning every second that went by. You started to pack up your things when a certain golden hooked boy ran over to you. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Uliana needed me to-”

“I don’t care about Uliana, pretty boy. I’m more interested in what’s in front of me.” you teased, quickly looking him up and down. “Cute shorts, handsome. Are those… are those little hooks on your shorts?” you giggled, bending down to get a closer look. He rolled his eyes, gently hitting you with his towel. “My eyes are up here. You don’t get to look down there for free, after all.”

“Yeah?” You raised a brow, crossing your arms over your chest. “You seemed pretty interested in showing me last week, but I can play your little games too.”

Hook set his towel down, glancing at you out of the corner of his eyes as you stripped down to your bathing suit. Scoffing, you threw your shirt over his head. “You don’t get to look for free, pirate boy.”

“Yeah, yeah. Very funny.” Hook tossed your shirt aside before going over to the ledge of the rocks. “Gonna do a cannonball, pirate?” you asked. “She has jokes today.” he responded, taking your hand and pulling you close. “Actually, if I’m going down, then you’re going down with me.”

“You wouldn’t dare, pirate boy.”

“Watch me, gorgeous.”

You squealed as he pulled you into the water with him, the warm water engulfing your body. All was well until you hit the bottom of the lake, your ankle completely giving out as you landed wrong on your foot. Hook rose out of the water first, giggling as your head broke through the surface of the water. You groaned, your hands reaching to hold your ankle. “I think I did something, it- ow! It really hurts.”

Hook didn’t believe you at first, gently nudging your arm. “Haha, very funny.” You pouted, your face showing nothing but distress. “I’m not joking around, James! I think I broke something.” His smile quickly dropped and he went over to you. You rarely ever called him by his first name, so it must’ve been serious. “Let me look at it.” He scooped you up swiftly, bringing you over to the rocks. Getting yourself situated, you lifted your foot out of the water to show him the damage.

“Yikes, that is definitely… something.” Hook grimaced. He climbed onto the rocks and grabbed your towel, wrapping it around your shoulders. “Do you think you can walk on it?”

You hesitated before trying to get up on your feet, curses spewing from your mouth as you tried to bear weight on your foot. “Nope, nope! James, it really really hurts.” He grabbed your shirt from it’s previous position, helping you to slip it over your head. “Hey, hey.” he cooed, “It’s okay, I’m here. I’m gonna get you to the infirmary, alright?”

Your stomach felt all queasy and your heart felt like it was going to burst out of your chest as he talked to you. You never thought that the vulgar and vain boy in front of you could be so… caring. It was strange beyond words, but you felt yourself falling for him like a brick falling from the sky; hard and fast.

“Can I pick you up?” he asked. Your face turned bright red and you just nodded in response. If there was one word to describe how you felt in that moment, it would be the word embarrassed. You, the confident and terrifying pirate, hurt yourself in front of your admirer. Then, on top of that, you started falling for said admirer all because he showed you an ounce of care.

Embarrassing.

He hooked his, well, hook under your legs, picking you up. You sucked in a breath through your teeth, trying your best not to curse him out. “I’ve gotcha. We’ll be there before you know it.” he mumbled, starting to walk towards the school. Closing your eyes, you laid your head on his chest and wished for the shooting pain in your foot to go away. Hook grinned, resting his cheek against your head.

“I told you that you would fall for me. I didn’t think it’d be like this, but I’ll take it.” he teased, glancing down at you. You huffed, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. You’re a friend helping out a friend, nothing more.”

“Whatever you say, gorgeous.”

“Okay, I got you some soup from the cafe. I didn’t know what kind of soup you liked, so I hope chicken noodle is okay.”

“James, I sprained my ankle, I’m not dying.” you grumbled, sitting up as he entered your room. You had been moping around all day, not really able to do much without being in pain. He handed you the bowl of soup, sitting down on your bed next to you. “Well, soup helps with everything, right? I’m sorry, I’m just trying to make you feel better.”

You glanced over at him, his warm eyes melting your heart. You hated that you liked him so much, you didn’t like anyone. “No, no. I’m being a jerk. I appreciate it, chicken noodle happens to be one of my favorites. It does help with everything… I don’t understand why you’re being so nice to me. I haven’t exactly returned the kindness.”

Hook shrugged, not really knowing how to explain it. “I guess that I just happen to, y’know, really like you.”

“No, James. You can’t like me, you don’t know me.”

He reached over to you, taking your hand in his. “Let me get to know you then. You can act mean all you want, but there’s more than that.” You pulled your hand away, your heart absolutely racing. “James…”

“You can’t deny that you feel the same way. If you don’t want anything to go further, that’s fine. But you’re not going to lie to me.” His hand reached up, finding its resting place on your cheek. Your jaw was slacked and any words that you had prepared in your mind completely disappeared.

“Exactly.” He smirked, using his hand to physically close your mouth. “I’ll leave you to your soup, gorgeous. If you need me, I’m sure you know where to find me.” Hook stood up, making his way to the door.

“I hate you, James.”

“No, you don’t.”

The weekend had passed, and you had spent the entirety of it thinking about what happened. You liked Hook, and he knew that you liked him. You were never really good at showing your emotions, but you knew that you had to up the ante. If he was going to play his own games, then you were going to play them a hundred times harder.

Hook was stood with the rest of the VKs in the courtyard when you walked over to him. Well, more so hobbled over, you had a boot on from your injury. You leaned your head against his shoulder, your arms wrapping around his waist. “Hey, there, James-y. I missed you today.” you cooed, one of your hands coming up to brush his hair out of his face.

The rest of the VKs were absolutely silent, all sharing subtle glances with each other. “I’m sorry, was I interrupting? Silly me.” you apologized, faking sweetness. “I just came to say hi to this one right here.” You squished his cheeks with your hands, pressing a quick kiss to his lips before pulling away. “Bye bye, pretty boy.”

Hook’s hand came up as he watched you walk away, his fingers pressed against his lips. His eyes looked like he had witnessed a car crash, but his face was as red as your lipstick, which had transferred onto his lips a little bit when you kissed him. He couldn’t even begin believe what had just happened.

“Hey, Hook, you’ve got a little something right there.” Hades teased, gesturing to his lips.

“Is this a part of your game? If so, I think she’s winning.” Morgie commented, trying his best not to giggle at the beet-red pirate in front of him. Hook wiped his lips off on the sleeve of his jacket. “Both of you need to shut up. I’ve, uh, I’ve got some unfinished business that needs to be taken care of.” he grumbled, starting to walk off.

“Make good choices!” Hades called out to him.

“Shut up!”

You were on your way to your room when Hook found you. “Hey!” he exclaimed, grabbing the back of your shirt to stop you from walking. Within seconds you were turned around, one hand gripping his hair while the other was pointing your blade at him. He quietly whimpered, “Ow! Ow!”

“Sorry! Force of habit!” you apologized, letting go of his hair. He smacked your hand away from him. “What is wrong with you?! What was that?” You shrugged, making puppy dog eyes at him. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-”

“No, you know what I’m talking about, don’t play stupid. Why did you kiss me?” he asked. Rolling your eyes, you tried to walk away again. He grabbed your shoulder, pushing your back against the wall. “The game is over, you won. Why did you kiss me?”

Puppy dog eyes weren’t going to get you out of this one. The tension in the air was so thick that you could cut it with a knife. There was only one thing that you could do in this situation.

“Kiss me.”

Hook’s jaw slacked a bit before quickly closing. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Kiss me. Kiss me before I change my mind, pretty boy.”

That was all that he needed. He leaned towards you, pressing his lips against yours. Your hands made their way into his hair, quickly getting tangled into his brown locks. Your lips moved together in tandem, like they had known each other for forever and knew exactly what to do. You didn’t like getting all mushy, but it was pretty magical.

You pulled away after a minute, bursting out into giggles when you saw your dark lipstick smeared all over his lips. “Let’s take this into my room, Captain?” you asked, your fingers still playing with his hair. “I don’t think that people trying to get to their rooms really want to see this.” Hook bent down, scooping you up in his arms. “Let’s.”

Hook carried you down the hall to your room, his eyes never leaving you. He walked in with you and you kicked your good foot up, shutting the door behind you. “I knew I’d win.” you whispered in his ear, your finger tracing along his jawline.

“I’ll show you who the real winner is.”

a/n: they’re so silly goofy, i love them. thank you so much for reading! <3

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[whorediaries-09]

hey, could you write a one shot where Sirius, as his playboy self, had sex with y/n, dates her for a week, and his cocky demeanor thought y/n would plead for them to talk after the week, but it's like she ACTUALLY knew what she was getting herself into, so she's accepted the fact that they broke up, and Sirius is like "huh? she's not desperate? how does that work?" and then ANGST with a happy ending please i need this

womanizer

pairing- sirius black x reader warning(s)- angst, 18+ content, drinking, hints at sexual assault. a/n- man has me in a chokehold

ps- trying to write more dialogue heavy fics, so a bit different than usual.

masterlist

to think that I would be a victim, not another say it, play it, how you want it but no way I'm never gonna fall for you, never you, baby

it's not an act of public humiliation, or embarrassment for you as sirius had expected when you catch him with his tongue down some other guy's throat. instead you smirk, taking a swig of your drink, swaying your hips to the music, walking towards your group of friends. sirius wipes saliva off his lips, his fingers gripping tight around his glass of firewhiskey.

lily rolls her emerald eyes, grabbing your arm and pulling you closer to her, whispering into your ear,

'weren't you guys dating?' she enquires, her tone weaved with curiosity.

'me and the puppy dog?' you chuckle, arching your eyebrow.

'yeah?'

'oh, yeah, for a week. but he likes to lap dance on everyone's dicks and pussies doesn't he?'

she chuckles at your statement, the throaty laugh filling your ears. you smile, taking a seat on the soft plushy sofa, your ass sinking into the cushion comfortably. it's no surprise to you that sirius would have sex with you, whimper false praises of affection while ramming his cock into you, take you on dates just to leave you. you knew what he was like, bold and extravagantly handsome. he was a fucking womanizer, a player of hearts, with girls and boys falling to their knees with every swagger of his step. it was no hushed secret that the man was good in the bedroom, because he knew what he was doing, and neither was he afraid to explore the different spectrums of sex. he was charming, and if you were honest, you thought he could charm even a brick wall.

his charm you could resist, but the way he fucked? oh lord you so couldn't resist that.

you feel the sofa sinking beside you, a scent of cedar and marijuana tantalizing your nostrils.

'hi james,' you acknowledge his presence. he smiles, pouring you a drink in your glass. you arch your eyebrow,

'this shit non-alcoholic?' you question.

'drink up to find out won't you?' he offers you a shit eating grin. you smirk,

'that won't be very fun,'

'we'll see about that....i'll get padfoot to check upon you if you get a hangover,' he replies, his shoulders dancing to the beat of the music. you ruffle with his curly hair,

'nope, that puppy dog's too busy shoving his damned tongue down everyone's throat,'

he winces, before cursing. 'again?'

'yeah,'

'doesn't it bother you? i mean he was shoving your fingers into you yesterday in class and now he's out there making out with other people,'

you laugh, patting his shoulder.

'i know what he's like,'

you're not sure whether his face turns red because of your statement, for sheer embarrassment for his friend or because lily catches his eye, swaying her hips with mary's and drinking away endless shots of tequila. somehow the marauders had manipulated lily to sneak in 'muggle alcohol' within the walls of hogwarts without getting her head girl reputation and pride tarnished.

'smoke pot?' he asks, gritting his teeth as lily flaunts her lovely red hair, batting her eyelashes before wrapping them around mary's neck and dancing away to the music that fills the common room. james had finally gotten his chance with lily, after she'd said yes for a date....but the both of them weren't on exclusive terms. at least no labels of being in a relationship.

you smile, 'get ya girl. she'd doing it to get your attention potter,'

his eyes brighten under the dim lights and he scoots away to his 'lily-flower', on a mission to steal her from mary.

you continue taking sips from the drink james had poured in for you. while you usually kept away from alcoholic drinks, you needed one tonight. the party felt warm and stuffy, with your friends gone away to enjoy the presence of their lovers or hook-ups. it was too much, the sight of sirius making out with someone who wasn't you. it wasn't something you should've been bothered about, but he took up a space in your head which you just couldn't escape from.

it was a strong dose of alcohol. it got you filtering your tension through a few sips, loosening your senses and anxiety. very soon you'd found yourself hazing away from the line of reality and dreams, your eyes deciphering blonde curls before you fell asleep, you head slack on a muscular shoulder.

*****

'god why can't you fucking leaving me just alone?' you scream with wrath, a strange tiring feeling consuming your insides, the sunlight trepid on your face, as you turn to face the window of your dorm.

'because you're hungover. did you know malfoy actually try touch you yesterday night?' sirius answers, his hand shaking from anger he bottles up inside him. tears well into your eyes, soreness clinging you from within as you bite your lip, you face still hidden.

'why do you even care?' you turn around.

his eyes widen, the gray in his eyes darkening at the thought that you thought he didn't care about you.

'why, why, why? you slept with me, whispered fake promises and shit and now you're acting up, as if you fucking give a shit,'

'i do give a shit about you! even if i didn't fucking love you so much, i would've given a shit because no one deserves to be touched in a nonconsensual manner.'

your eyes widen, as you spit loathe for the words of foul lies he throws from his pretty lips. you're burning red with anger and confusion,

'shut the fuck up. you don't love me. you had your tongue down some random dude's throat last night and now you're spewing fucking bullshit about loving me,'

'i do love you.' he says, as if fighting a nightmare.

'bullshit honey, if you loved me you wouldn't have done what you chose to do last night,'

'i do fucking love you! god i was so scared of getting attached to you, of gaining feelings for you, but somewhere when we started dating, i realized i had always liked-god loved you! it was so scary, i got fucking drunk and pissed at myself. james told me that i was sitting on the bathroom floor, crying with one sock on. he told me i could mumble nothing but your name and how scary it was in my head to fall for you!'

'if you loved me you wouldn't have pulled such a cowardly move sirius. just leave me alone.' you whisper.

'no, i love you, i'm not walking away. i'm gonna prove how much a love you.' he says, with each step walking closer to you. his warm breath fans over your already heated face, as he holds your face, his thumb gliding over the back of your ear.

'please,' he whispers, almost like a beg. you feel his eyes scan your face, as you hold the collar of his t-shirt, pulling him close to your face. you brush his lips against yours,

'on your knees. now,' you demand. his mouth slacks open at your demanding tone, his knees wobbling as you lock eyes with him.

'if you want to prove you love me, you've to do what i say. on your knees,' you whisper. he grabs your thighs, slowly moving down upon his knees, still maintaining the eye contact with you. you bend down, grabbing his raven locks,

'come on puppy, do what you do the best.'

his finger twirls around the cotton of your underwear, pulling it down your thighs. you feel your knees weaken as his tongue prods at your clit, sucking upon the sensitive bud. you whimper, rotating your hips against his face, his stubble scratching against your inner thighs, his breath hot on your mound. his finger enters your pussy, stretching you open.

'f-fuck, you feel so good,' you praise, feeling the coil of orgasm building inside you. it's like a ferocious fire, the touch and twirl of his tongue haunting your pleasures.

'go on, go on, make me fucking cum,' you demand, while you rub yourself on his tongue. he moans against your pussy, the vibrations sending you into a frenzy of need that drives you crazy. your orgasm comes ripping apart, as your thighs shake and you feel release coating his face.

he stands up, smiling, his chin glistening with your juices. he grabs you by your throat, pushing you on your bed. in a swift move, he's gotten out of his pants, freeing his thick, long and hard cock.

'i'm a slave for your love,' he says, before ramming his whole cock into you, splitting you open, swallowing up your moans and whimpers with his mouth upon yours. he's consuming you, abusing your pretty little hole, ramming into you, pinning you onto your mattress. his teeth glide down upon your neck, marking pretty spots on the skin, before opening the buttons of your shirt with his teeth, freeing your breasts. his moves his hips with yours in a rhythmic manner like he's got your body memorized. it's maniacal, the way he has explored you, the way he hits your g-spot so perfectly with each thrust.

it's not long before you feel the familiar feeling of burning up, gnawing coil bubbling inside you. you feel like you're going mad,

'oh-god-fucking shit, sirius!' you scream, as he groans, his finger circling your clit with the perfect amount of friction you liked. his tongue latches on your nipple, ramming into you with full force, like a symphony of imprinting the 'bullshit' of him loving you into your head. he feels your cunt tightening around his cock,

'i-i fucking love you. you got that?' he asks, pushing into your guts, even deeper with every word that slips out of his mouth.

'y-yes-you love me! god- i'm so close,' you scream, cumming around his cock, his seed spilling into your warm cunt simultaneously. there's a beat of silence that hangs as the both of you pant, sweat clinging upon your chests. your eyes are locked, it's as if you're speaking with your eyes, before he falls on you, his lips intertwined with yours.

[canirove]

Rice, Rice, baby | Chapter 34

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“I am so happy you are back, Liv” Olga says while hugging me for the millionth time. “You don’t know how much I’ve missed you.”

“Have you?” I chuckle. “Because Madders has told me that you’ve been a bit busy with a certain blonde from The Netherlands.”

“Who, me?”

“Yep.”

“Well, I mean…” she says as she lets go of me, her cheeks bright red. “Micky is really nice. And hot. And blonde. And tall. And it is really hard to find someone who has all that and that treats you well, so when you do…”

“You don’t let them go.”

“Yeah…” she says with a shy smile. “Is that what you’ve done with Declan? Though I'm not planning on getting pregnant any time soon to catch Micky like a Pokémon.” 

“Olga!” I laugh. 

“I'm kidding, Liv. I know you didn't catch Declan or anything like that. You aren't  that type of woman.”

“Olga!” I repeat.

“Sorry, I'm sorry. But you aren't letting him go, are you?”

“Nope” I smile. “I am not.”

“I love seeing you this happy, Liv. I truly do. I know I haven't been the biggest Declan fan out there and rightly so, but… I'm really happy for you. For both of you.”

“Thank you” I say, trying to not get emotional, which is what I’ve done the most since I arrived for my first day back at work.

“Oh, they are coming. Ready?”

“Ready” I say, taking a deep breath.

“There she is! My favourite barista!” Madders smiles, walking towards us.

“Hello, James.”

“You don’t know how much I’ve missed your coffees, Liv. No one makes them like you.”

“So that’s why you’ve been playing like shit while I’ve been away, uh? My coffees are what make you good” I tease him.

“Ha ha ha…” he replies, rolling his eyes. “Anyway, can I please get my usual?”

“You… Hello, there.” 

“Hello” Declan smiles. Because my first day back to work happens to be during international break, and once again, the national team is staying at Tottenham's training centre. And while Declan and I smile at each other like two idiots, I can't help but remember the day we met.

We were standing in the same spot we are now, Madders getting impatient next to us while I got lost in the most beautiful blue eyes I had ever seen, my stomach doing funny things that I hadn't felt before and that after everything that has happened between us and that we've gone through since that day, still are there when he looks at me. 

“What can I get you?”

“Same as I always, please” he says, still smiling.

“Umm, excuse me, Deccers. I ordered first.”

“Yes, Madders. You did. But I'm her boyfriend and the father of her son. I go first.”

“And I'm her older brother and the godfather of her son” he replies.

“I still win” Declan shrugs. “Liv, will you be staying during today's meeting?”

“That's the plan” I say, finishing his order.

“Good. I've got some news to share.”

“Some… news?” I ask.

“You aren't going to propose here at the cafeteria, are you?” Madders laughs. “You can do better than that, Rice.”

“I am not, no” Declan replies, rolling his eyes. “It is something else, you'll see. Thank you for the coffee, Liv. I love you” he says, moving over the counter to kiss my cheek.

“Love you too” I giggle.

“Any idea about what those news could be? Liv… Liv… Olivia!”

“Fucking hell, Madders! Was that really necessary?” I say after he claps in front of my nose.

“It was. You were completely gone while looking at Declan.”

“I wasn't” I snort.

“You were” Olga says next to me.

“I… Ok, fine. What if I was, uh? I would like to see you two if Kennedy and Micky were here looking all perfect and cuddly with their soft bed hair that is asking you to run your hands through it and a smile that makes your knees feel like jelly and… bloody hell” I gasp.

“What happened now?”

“Nothing.”

“Liv, are you ok?” Olga asks me.

“Yes, I… I… I'm gonna go get myself a glass of water, I'll be back in a minute.”

“And my coffee?” Madders complains.

“Ask Olga to make it for you” I say, looking back at Declan one last time before walking into the kitchen and take a deep breath. 

He had done it again. Declan had done the same things that had made me fall head over heels for him the day we first met. He had sat down on the same sofa, sipping his coffee, and making a face that back then had me wondering if it was the same face he made when he was thoroughly enjoying something (spoiler alert: it is). Then he had looked at me, mouthing best coffee ever with that smile that he knew made me weak, and then… then he had winked. Just like he had done that first day as I walked away and looked back at him one last time… He had winked at me, and I had lost it. I had completely lost it.

“You are so lame, Olivia” I chuckle while getting myself that very needed glass of water. 

Almost three years have passed, and Declan still manages to make me feel the same things. To make me feel like a stupid teenager in love for the first time. But if I'm being honest… I hope he never stops making me feel like that. Stupidly in love with him. 

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“Ok, is everyone here? Good” Southgate says as the last player sits down in front of him. “So, as you all know, our next game is a very important one. We need to beat France if we want to be on top of our classification group for the Euros. And as you also already know, that day we won't be able to have Harry with us as our leader due to injury, which means we need a new one.”

“A new leader?” Olga whispers with a confused look.

“A new captain” I whisper back.

“Oh…”

“After discussing it with him, my staff, and the other captains, we've decided it is time to give someone new a chance to lead England on the pitch” Southgate continues. “The person we've chosen is someone who has been familiar with this role since a very young age, someone who has everything a captain is required to have. And that someone is…” he says, pausing to give it some kind of dramatic effect and looking around all his players. “Declan.”

“Oh my God” I gasp definitely way too loud, some players looking my way while others are already cheering for Declan and congratulating him.

“Liv, are you ok? You are shaking” Olga says.

“Yes, yes, don't worry” I reply. “I just that this… he…”

“This is big, isn't it? For him and his career.”

“You can't even imagine” I say, my eyes fixed on Declan while he shakes hands and hugs everyone in that unique way he does where he makes you feel like the most important person in the world. Madders words, not mine. Though he isn't wrong.

“Olivia, would you like to join us?” Southgate says, now every single person in the cafeteria looking my way.

“I… I mean… I…” 

“We'll meet later. In private” Declan says, stopping my mumbling.

“In private, uh?” someone that I could swear sounded like Madders says behind him, some of his teammates laughing and making him roll his eyes.

“Ok boys, that's enough. Time to go get ready for training” Southgate says.

“In private, uh?” Olga repeats next to me once all the boys have left, a stupid smirk on her face.

“You too?”

“Sorry, Liv” she shrugs. “But it sounded like you are going to celebrate the good news by practicing how to give Ollie a little brother or sister.”

“We… whatever. I'm gonna go get some more napkins, we've run out of them.”

“Sure, Liv. Sure” Olga chuckles as I walk away.

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“What the…” I say when someone pushes me back into the storage room as I try to leave it. “Declan?”

“Hello” he smiles, picking the box of napkins that had fallen from my hands and leaving it on a shelf.

“What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be getting ready for training?”

“I am ready” he says, looking down at his clothes. “And I am wearing your favourite piece from our training kit.”

“You are, yes” I say, my eyes fixed on his legs. Or his hips area if we are being accurate. God bless the person at Nike who designed those leggings that leave no room for imagination. 

“Aren't you going to say anything?”

“About your leggings? You know what I think of them.”

“I was talking about the news, Olivia” he smirks.

“Oh… that.”

“Yes, that” Declan says, taking a step forward and cornering me a bit more against the wall. “Aren't you proud of your boyfriend?”

“Very proud.”

“Then why don't you show him how proud you are?” he asks.

“Declan, I'm not going to do what you are thinking at my workplace and on my first day back.”

“Why not?” he says, moving even closer and basically trapping me between his body and the wall. He isn't touching me, he only did it when he pushed me back inside the storage room. But I can feel the heat coming from his body and mine, everything he's made me feel since day started coming back and… dear lord.

“What if someone walks in? I told Olga I was coming here, and she already implied that you saying that we were going to meet in private meant that we… we…”

“Well, she wasn't wrong” he shrugs. “But if you don't want to do it, we won't” he says, taking a few steps back.

“Thank you.”

“I guess I should probably get going. I'm one of the captains now, I must lead by example” he says, running a hand through his hair. And that simple gesture that he does all the time and that by now he definitely knows turns me on… that's what undones me. “Liv?” he gasps when I push him against the opposite wall. “What are you doing?”

“You are one of the captains now, aren't you?” I say, teasingly moving my hand over his chest.

“That's what I just said, yes.”

“And you also said that you must lead by example” I say, my hand now moving down on him.

“Yes” he gulps, his body tensing under my touch.

“Then show me” I say, looking down at where my fingers are playing with the hem of his leggings. “I can already see how much you want to do it, but I would much rather like to… feel it.”

“Liv…” Declan whispers.

“Do it. Show me how you lead… Captain Rice” I smirk. 

The moment those last two words leave my mouth, it's like something changes in him. He has never looked at me the way he is now, as if he wants to… to… How do people say it online? Oh, yes. To ruin me.

“You asked for it, Miss Chapman” he says, lifting me in the air and pushing me against the wall in a swift move, my legs and arms wrapping around him. 

“How long until you have to be outside?” I whisper against his lips.

“Enough to show you how good I am at leading. Are you ready?” he says, moving his hips against mine and making me gasp.

“Yes, captain. My captain” I manage to reply before he kisses me and shows me that, indeed, he knows how to lead. 

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“Here he comes! England's captain, Declan Rice!” Jordan says when he joins us on the pitch after the game, Connor cheering for him. 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah” Declan chuckles before hugging them. 

“We are so proud of you” his mum says, also hugging him.

“That was a really good game, Rice” my dad says, shaking his hand and patting him on the back. Hard. Because he and my mum also came to today's game and watched it with Declan's family. 

And it still feels so weird to see them all together… Especially my dad. Every time I see him joking with Declan's brothers or playing with his nephews, I have to pinch myself to remind me that this is real. That this is my life now, that they all are my family.

“Hello” Declan smiles when he finally joins me and Ollie after greeting everyone. 

“Hello, captain Rice” I smile back.

“Liv…” he says, kissing Ollie's head. “What did we agree on the other day?”

“Uh?”

“We…” he says, kissing my cheek and then moving to my ear. “Agreed on you only being allowed to call me that when we are alone and I can fuck you against a wall while you scream my name or those two words.”

“Oh” I whisper, my face burning.

“And they've allowed me to keep the armband, by the way” he smirks. 

“Oh” I repeat. Have we talked about things we could do with that armband? Yes, we have. All this captaincy thing has definitely made our sexual life a bit more… interesting. Spicier, some would say. “That's… ummm… I… Ollie!” I say when he tries to jump from my arms. 

“Someone is eager to go into the pitch” Declan chuckles.

“He saw the ball and wants to go play with the boys” I say, struggling to make him stay still. “But Ollie, you can't walk yet. You can't go play football with your cousins.”

“He actually took a couple of steps the other day” my dad says, joining us.

“What? Why didn't you tell me?”

“Because it was just that, Liv. A couple of steps” he shrugs. “He took one, went for another one, and sat down.”

“Let’s see if he has improved” Declan says, taking him from my arms and putting him down in the grass while he screams of happiness. “Liv, move over there” he tells me. “If he sees the boys behind you, he'll probably walk in that direction.”

“Ok” I say, doing as Declan has told me.

“Ollie, look at mummy. Go to mummy” he says, bending down next to him and holding him by the waist. “You can do it, c'mon.”

At first he doesn't move, he is just trying to find his balance. 

“That's it, c'mon!” I tell him when he takes a step forward, extending my arms towards him. “Come here, Ollie!”

“That's my boy!” Declan smiles when he takes another wobbly step. 

“C’mon, Ollie” I keep encouraging him. “You can do it!”

And then…

“Oh my God! Declan!” I scream when Ollie starts walking on his own and makes it to my arms. “He did it! Did you see it?”

“Of course I did!” he laughs, moving to where we are. “That's my boy!”

“Our boy” I correct him.

“Sorry” he smiles before taking him in his arms and starting to throwing him up in the air, Ollie laughing like crazy.

“Please be careful, Declan.”

“I've done this a million times, Liv. Relax.”

“Yeah, but I'm pretty sure he still is digesting his dinner.”

“Shit.”

“Exactly” I chuckle.

“Please tell me you recorded that” I hear my mum say behind us.

“All of it” Connor says. “That was so cute, guys.”

“What?” I say, turning to look at them.

“Ollie's first steps, your faces watching him and then celebrating… Too cute.”

“And speaking of celebrating, we should get going, we can't be late for dinner” Declan mum's says.

“Not before we take some photos all of us together. That's why we came here, didn't we? To remember the day our boy captained England for the first time” his dad smiles. 

“A day that now will also be the day Ollie took his first steps” Declan smiles back. 

“And on a football pitch of all places. I think that's a sign, and we have another football player in the making” my dad laughs.

“Great” I reply, rolling my eyes.

“As if you didn't love us” Declan says, wrapping his free arm around my waist.

“I love you. Just one football player. The rest… well” I shrug.

“Let's hope Madders doesn't find out about what you just said” he laughs.

“Yeah” I smile. “I love you, Declan.”

“And I love you, Liv” he says before kissing me.

“Urgh, you are disgustingly cute!” Jordan says. “Also you're welcome for all the photos I just took of you three together. My Christmas present this year better be good, because these are memories you will cherish forever.”

“Let’s see if that's true” Declan says, giving me one last kiss before walking towards where his brother is standing to check the photos he has taken while I just stand in the middle of the pitch looking at them. At him with Ollie in his arms, at my mother chatting with his parents, at his other brother and my dad playing with his nephews. At my family.

“Liv, are you ok?” he calls.

“Yes, yes. Better than ever” I smile, wiping away a tear. 

Better than ever. 

[oxfordslutphase]

Writing is still coming a bit slowly these days, but we're gonna feel good about it anyway!!! Got tagged by the lovely @eusuntgratie, @cha-melodius, @iboatedhere, @onthewaytosomewhere, @violetbaudelaire-quagmire, @bigassbowlingballhead, @wordsofhoneydew, and @firenati0n between Sunday and today. Thanks to everyone for continuing to tag me in these even when I don't participate because I have all of five new usable words. 😘

Back on the grind with Porn Star AU today. We are getting into the meat of it (pun intended?)

“So you’re working with James Austen today,” the director prompted, “It’s been a while.” “A long while,” Alex said, folding one ankle over his knee and fiddling with his shoelaces. Five years to be exact. “I mean, he was the first guy I ever fucked.” The director raised a well-manicured eyebrow from behind her glasses. “The first? Really?” “On camera,” Alex clarified. The house they were in was nice. White walls and semi-sheer white curtains on the windows. A mattress soft enough that he could imagine curling up and taking a nap. It was a welcome change from some of the more…eccentric houses he’d filmed in over the years. At least this one didn’t have a couch retrofitted inside of a disused indoor fountain. “And you haven’t worked together since that first time, right?” Alex laughed, thinking of the ways they’d managed to avoid each other in the years before Henry’s retirement. Alex had been on set with him again exactly once, and even then their schedule had only overlapped by a measly thirty minutes. At Henry’s request, Alex had assumed at the time, though considering the fact that Henry hadn’t said no to <i>this</i>, now he wasn’t quite so sure. “Nope.”  “Any reason for that?” the director asked. “I’d think two big names like you would’ve been paired together more often.” Alex watched as the main camera op zoomed in on his face. Nora had said they wanted a story; he could play along. “I don’t know,” he shrugged, letting his face settle into a lazy grin. “Maybe you should ask him.” He imagined Henry sitting in the very same spot and squirming at the question, his cheeks going pleasantly pink. Alex wanted him ruffled and wrongfooted, the way Alex always seemed to end up in his presence. “So how are you feeling about seeing him again today?” she continued. “Nervous? Excited?” “I’m feeling good,” Alex said. And he was. He was going to fuck Henry’s brains out. Then he was going to get back to the regularly scheduled program of ignoring him at every function from now until the inevitable heat death of the universe. “Gotta show him that this bi guy has a few good tricks up his sleeve after all.” “Alright, well,” the director laughed. She gestured to one of the PAs who leapt to his feet and slipped out the door. “We’re gonna go get him. When you come back in, he’ll be waiting for you.”

I'm late to the game today, so open tag because I have certainly been beaten to the punch. Time to go read everyone's offerings. 🏃‍♀️

[samynnad102687]

Growing Old

@struttingstag

April 16 Prompt: Growing Old | 1216 words | Jegulus

James was lying in the bed at their rented villa on the French Riveria with his now-husband. He still couldn't believe that Regulus agreed to date him let alone marry him. They had just spent the last month touring different countries in Europe and it was their last day before they had to go back home to London and back to real life. James was not ready to give up this little bubble they had created.

James looked over to find Regulus still sleeping, curled up into James' side with his head on his chest. James couldn't help but smile down at him. He raised one hand slightly to card his fingers through his hair. Regulus hummed in his sleep as he crowded James even more. James tried not to laugh but it came out anyway.

"Jamie," Regulus mumbled into his chest.

"Yeah, Starlight?"

"Go back to sleep."

"I'd love to but you know me, once I'm up, I'm up."

Regulus peeked up at him from under his lashes with a slight glare but both of them knew it didn't mean anything.

"Why did I marry you?"

"Because you love me and you want to grow old with me," James beamed at his husband.

"Oh, yeah. That," Regulus replied sleepily. "Well, stop moving so I can go back to sleep."

"We go home today, love."

"No."

"No?"

"Nope, we're gonna freeze time and stay here forever," Regulus declared as he gripped James' waist tighter.

"Is that so?"

"Yup."

James was okay with that plan.

**

James was running around the house trying to get everything ready for Harry's first day of reception. Regulus was in Harry's room getting him dressed. Regulus and James got the honour of dropping him off with Luna while Lily and Pandora got to pick him up after school since he was spending the night with them while James and Regulus went out for the night. In the last ten years, they tried to keep a weekly date night so they didn't get burnt out with work and parenthood.

"Are you ready, James?" Regulus called from the top of the stairs.

"Yeah. Just need to grab his jacket and then everything is set," James replied as he whirled around to look for the jacket he just had in his hand and now wasn't.

"You mean this jacket?" Regulus chuckled as he held up Harry's Spiderman jacket that Pandora got him for Christmas last year.

"I swear it was just in my hand," James laughed as he kissed his husband on the lips.

"I'm sure it was, Mon Soleil."

Regulus shook his head before he helped Harry into his jacket.

"All ready, Haz?" James asked the obviously excited five-year-old.

"Yeah. Is Luna gonna be in my class?"

"Yes, she is," Regulus confirmed.

Harry and Luna were only a few months apart, so they have been inseparable since birth. James and Regulus loaded Harry up into the car and made sure his buckle was secured before James pulled out of the drive. The drive to the school wasn't long but James could already feel the nerves about having his child start school and not being home all day anymore. They arrived and Harry was practically bouncing in his booster seat.

"Do you need help, Haz?" Regulus asked after he opened the back door.

"No. I got it."

Harry unbuckled himself and James handed him his backpack before the three of them walked up to the school and into his classroom.

**

James never wanted to end up in a hospital's waiting room again. He had just dropped Harry off with the Weasleys for the night when he got a call from the hospital. Regulus was in a car accident, so here he was sitting antsy as fuck and waiting to hear how his husband was doing. The receptionist refused to tell him anything aside from he was still in surgery.

Two hours later, the doctor finally came out to talk to him. By that time, James had called Lily, Pandora and Sirius. He hadn't told Harry yet. Mainly because he wanted to wait and find out how bad it was. James was listening to the doctor but the only thing that came through his cloudy mind was 'Regulus is going to be just fine.' James could have dropped to his knees right then and there in relief if Sirius wasn't holding him up.

After James got his bearings again, he followed the doctor back to the recovery room where Regulus was. Regulus had his leg elevated and in a cast as well as some scrapes and bruises along the side of his neck and chest. James hated that he was injured and mentally cursed whoever hit him.

"It's not as bad as it looks, love," Regulus chuckled lightly as he reached out for James' hand.

"It looks pretty bad, Reg," James whispered as he took his husband's hand. "What happened?"

"Somebody ran a red light and t-boned my passenger side. The doctor said if there was anybody else in the car, they wouldn't have survived and I'm lucky to only have a broken leg and some bruising," Regulus replied as he squeezed James' hand in reassurance. "Everything is going to be okay. Where's Harry?"

"At Ron's. I didn't want to worry him so I didn't tell him anything yet," James replied absentmindedly as he looked at Regulus' injuries.

"Probably a good idea," Regulus mused.

**

"Haz, hurry up before you're late for your own graduation," James shouted up the stairs.

"I'm coming, Dad. Don't get your knickers in a twist."

Regulus was sitting on the couch laughing quietly and James spun around to glare at him.

"I don't want to hear it," James pointed at him but had no bite to his tone.

"If I remember correctly, you were almost late to your own graduation too, so I wouldn't give him so much grief. He does take after his father after all."

"He's your son too, you know," James remarked before he kissed Regulus on the forehead. "Maybe, he'll come down quicker for you."

Regulus shrugged and stood up before he walked to the stairs and called for Harry, "Haz, it's time to go."

"Be right down, Papa," Harry replied and was on the landing within the next minute.

Regulus turned towards James and smirked.

**

The summer night air was a little sticky after the rain storm but it didn't stop the great-grandkids from playing in the puddles and the mud, no matter how much James and Regulus told them not to. James couldn't help the love that swelled in his heart as he watched them.

James and Regulus were sitting on their wrap-around porch watching them chase each other around the garden. The older two were making sure that the younger three were included instead of ignoring them like most teenagers would do. They weren't on their phones either which James appreciated.

"Can you believe we get to watch our great-grandkids run around like this?" Regulus asked as he cuddled closer to James on the porch swing.

"I told you we would," James replied as he kissed his forehead gently.

"Yeah, you did." Regulus smiled up at him before he continued, "I love you, Mon Soleil."

"I love you too, Mon étoile."

Also posted on Ao3: As Time Passes

[kimmiessimmies]

Will you pleeeeeeeeaaaaaase get James and Sadie together already? I'm getting frustrated it still hasn't happened! 😭

I'm kidding! Sort of, lol! Keep doing what you do, I'm very invested in your story. It's just, it's like this book, and with every page I turn, I'm hoping this is when they'll kiss, but they don't, and I cry.

Oh dear, I'm sorry! But honey, we need the drama! What do you mean, 'we've already had enough drama'? There can never be enough drama!

Joking aside, though, thank you, Anon, for comparing my story to a book. ❤️❤️❤️ And, I do actually have a few things to say about all this, and I'll use my answer to your ask to do just that. 😊

Everyone knows by now that "Jadie" was never my intention. They were both meant to be with other people, and I had a whole storyline drawn out for each of them.

When this whole chemistry thing popped up, my original stance was "Nope. No way. Sorry kids, not gonna happen." But these two are just so damn charming together, I had to give them something. I gave them a night together, but it wasn't enough. This thing needed a storyline. So then, I spent a lot of time undecided: am I still going for the original outcome, but walk a slightly different path or am I changing course completely and do James and Sadie get to have the happily ever after they are both telling me they want?

I have made a decision on this, which is what I'm now working towards. Some people may love it, others may not, but I think it works with the rest of the story. I had to match it with other things already set in motion, though, because plot holes terrify me, and that takes time. We are heading somewhere. Just bear with me.

If you read all of this essay (like I said in my post yesterday, being concise is something I need to work on 😅) and are still with me, I'll reward you for your patience by telling a little bit about what's coming up. Don't want to be spoiled even a little bit? Stop right here! Curious? Click! ⬇️

We're heading into summer ☀️ with the next chapter, titled "Let’s Talk About...". This one is mostly written, but needs to be shot. It focuses on Rachel and Malte and how they are doing.

After that we're going back to Honeycomb Valley and we'll see Joshua again. His best friend Joel will also be important to this part of the story, as well as some other teens I'll introduce.

The chapter after that is very intricate to write since it'll show the same event, The Hot Wings, performing their summer gig, from two viewpoints: James' and Joshua's.

After that, it's autumn 🍁, and if you think the weather is stormy now, let me tell you that autumn winds tend to blow even harder... But they say there's calm after the storm, right?

Thank you, Anon, for being this invested in my story. ❤️

[theonceandfuturequeenoftarts]

Harry hosts Festivus

with a group of shades thanks to the resurrection stone. I have been working on this story for two years at this point, and I would love to finish it and post it for Dec. 23 (or sooner), but that hasn't worked out so far, so here's a couple snippets. Someday I'll complete it.

1.

He’ll head to the Burrow tomorrow evening to sleep over and spend Christmas with the Weasleys, but tonight – tonight is going to be something a little different. He’d heard of this thing from an American muggle program, Sane-fields or something, and now seems the perfect time to give it a whirl. As night falls, his nerves start to mount, and he may be a bit liberal with the spiked eggnog, the mulled wine, the fire whiskey… Point is, Harry’s smashed and maybe not in the best frame of mind to be making decisions. Not that he’ll let that stop him. So, with a tipsy flourish, he withdraws the Resurrection Stone from a pocket and turns it. And keeps turning it, until the room fills with the shades of all the people he wants here for this. “I got a lot of problems with you people,” Harry announces. “And now, you’re gonna hear about it.”

2. (But he's definitely not Voldemort...)

"Wait, what?" Harry says, flummoxed. "Why are you here?" The man gazes back evenly. "When the master calls, I cannot help but answer." "Shite, sorry about that." Harry winces.  "My schedule's hardly packed these days," he says dryly. "Though I wonder what you were thinking to draw this motley crew to you." "Well, I thought I was thinking of family," Harry says, dragging a hand through his hair and wobbling when he almost pulls himself off-balance. "..."  The assembled spirits look around at each other dubiously. The man's stare takes on an eerie intensity. Dumbledore's eyes begin to twinkle with tears. Harry only notices it’s gotten quieter. "...Conduct your little ritual," the man says, breaking eye contact to stare off into the fireplace. "Right then, let's get this show on the road!" Harry calls, walking back over to flop into his chair. With pride audible in his voice, Dumbledore says, “Harry, my boy, I’m so–”  And that’s as far as he gets. “Nope,” Harry says abruptly. “Nuh-uh, not a chance – not a peep out of you. This is my airing of grievances, which means you all have to listen to me. Especially you,” he adds, pointing a bit unsteadily at a mildly incensed Dumbledore. “Wh–” Dumbledore tries to speak again, only to quiet himself at Harry’s stern look. (Possibly aided by Sirius cracking his knuckles menacingly, though it’s hard to gauge how useful a beatdown would be against a ghost.) Frowning, Dumbledore gestures demonstratively at the man by the wall. “Him? He got to talk because I asked him a question.”

3.

Harry stares off into space for a moment before turning to Sirius and Remus. “Oi, Padfoot, Moony – level with me. Were you two ever, y’know, together?” Remus goes to answer but is stopped short when Sirius drapes a long arm around his shoulders and leans into him. “I’d love to satisfy your curiosity, Prongslet, but as the saying goes: what happens in animagus form, stays in animagus form,” he announces with a roguish wink.  It’s certainly something to watch mortified resignation take over Remus’ face by degrees before he simply buries it in his hands. Lily reaches over and pats him on the shoulder in long-suffering sympathy. Harry wishes he could offer the man a stiff drink. Around his horrified laughter, James chokes out, “That’s not a saying, Padfoot, you bloody slag!” “Well it should be! Like you wouldn’t’ve been up for a little adventure if Lils had been a doe,” Sirius says, elbowing a suddenly blushing, dazed-looking James in the ribs. “Yes, we were together!” Remus cuts in before Sirius can say anything else inflammatory. Alas, Harry thinks, not quickly enough. “And no, I don’t know what I was thinking.” “I reckon you were thinking I’ve got a great–” “–personality!” Remus interrupts loudly. Snape and Lily both turn to give Remus sceptical looks. Sirius looks gleeful. “Really, Moon? That’s what you’re going with?” James mutters. Remus throws his hands up in defeat. "Absolutely, my personality," Sirius says cheerfully. "Gotten a lot of compliments on my huge, throbbing personality over the years." "If you weren't already dead, I would smother you with a throw pillow." Remus sounds sincere.

[ifyouknowmenahyoudontt]

I have A LOT to talk about so this is going to be a very long ask!! I’m gonna go topic by topic to make it easier!!

Racism In The Marauders Fandom

I know another anon already mentioned this, but often times people in this fandom headcanon characters as random raves without thinking about how those characters would be as those races. They ignore the overall cultural backgrounds and traditions. They make James Desi and Emmeline Asian but also just completely ignore the cultural and racial backgrounds that they would have as those races.

Also, a big thing I wanna talk about is the racism with fanon Remus:

Werewolves were based around and are metaphors for BIPOC. The fanon version of Remus is a very stereotyped “strong, aggressive alpha male who abuses his boyfriend and is a bitch to everyone”. A very racial stereotype towards many BIPOC. BIPOC are seen as “aggressive” or “abusive” in a lot of cases. Same case for werewolves. And you’re just putting him into those racial stereotypes and acting like it’s all fine because “oh, at least Sirius is getting his ptsd triggered fucked😁”

Ableism In The Marauders Fandom

People complete ignore disabilities in this fandom unless they can use it to sexualize someone. They give Regulus autism, but it’s ALWAYS the stereotyped “oh I’m just a little baby who doesn’t know what sex is😖” autism. It’s always the little baby child who’s too innocent for the world. That’s ableist. No, it’s not “projecting”, it’s ableist.

Also, never paying attention to the absolute PAIN that Remus goes through every month, but using his disability as a way to make him an aggressive top in order to sexualize him? That’s ableist as well.

Sexualization In The Marauders Fandom (Specifically sexualization of minors)

Going back to what I said about Regulus and the autism thing, people always make Regulus a “sweet immature little autistic baby😖” and then make James pound the fuck out of him. Why can’t Regulus be the top? Oh, because he’s a little child? Because he’s your little baby that you have to sexualize?

Why are you making literal minors fuck anyways? Making SIXTEEN YEAR OLDS FUCK? That’s disgusting. “Oh but they already know about sex—“ NOPE, still illegal. “Oh, but I’m a minor as well—“ DOUBLE DISGUSTING AND ILLEGAL!!

Don’t even get me started on this weird ped0 “Professor __ with student __” fics, which are also illegal and disgusting.

Fetishization

Notice how they ALWAYS oversexualize the trans characters or the queer characters or the BIPOC characters or autistic!Regulus? Yeah, that’s cause they’re fetishizing them. “Oh but—“ NOPE!! You’re fetishizing them!!

This fandom needs to wake the fuck up and realize that this type of behavior is absolutely fucking disgusting.

i love it when ppl are smart, thank you for your opinions! very interesting read!

[moonstruckme]

hi mae!! hope you’re well and warm and cozy!!

I saw your post that requests are open and saw you talk about bodyguard!sirius/james and it made me think of reader going out with friends maybe in not weather appropriate clothes (hot girl don’t get cold and all that) and after making bodyguard‘s (you should decide if sirius or james) life hell all night by being all over the place and hard to keep an eye on but also dancy and fun and hot, reader insist on walking a bit later but gets cold and I see our bodyguard marauder giving reader his jacket, maybe making a comment, maybe hugging, maybe they kiss, maybe rain is involved maybe not (clearly I can’t keep a thought), so I came to you with the request.

I just realized this was so long and rambly, and honestly I’m not offended at all if it doesn’t spark that creative spark just thought you could make something fun with it.

xxx 🫶🫶

Hi baby! I hope you're well and warm and cozy too, and thank you for your request :)

cw: alcohol

bodyguard!Sirius x fem!reader ♡ 865 words

Sirius is watching you with a smug knowingness in his gaze, and you decide upon seeing it that you’d rather freeze than admit he was right. 

“Can I have some more?” you ask your friend. She hands you a thermos full of gin, and you take a hearty glug. Sirius comes up behind you as you pass it back to her. 

“Staying warm?” he murmurs close to your ear. 

“Mhm. Toasty.” 

“Yeah? These aren’t goosebumps, then?”

He skims a knuckle down your bare arm, and you shiver for more than one reason. “You must be seeing things.” 

When you’d been getting ready back home, your bodyguard had taken one look at your outfit and grinned sharply. 

Babe, you look killer, but you’re gonna be frozen solid in ten minutes if you go out like that.

Maybe, you’d replied, perhaps enjoying too much the feeling of his eyes on you. But that’s the price I’ll have to pay. Anyway, alcohol will keep me warm.

Better than a coat? Sirius wasn’t shy about letting his eyes dip down to your legs, dark lashes drooping where he leaned against your doorway. Or pants?

Probably. You weren’t truly as confident as you sounded, but you were wearing this outfit one way or another. And you could never be reasonable when Sirius was around. Once I get a few drinks in me, I won’t even notice.

You’re definitely noticing. But all night, you’ve seen Sirius noticing you as well. It’s his job to look at you, to look after you, but there’s little professionalism in the way his gaze darkens as it skims over the soft, exposed parts of your body, from your calves to your clavicle. The shapes of your nipples showing through your top, pert from the cold. 

“I’m getting another drink as soon as we get to the next bar,” you reassure him, or possibly yourself. Sirius’ expression doesn’t change. 

“Actually,” one of your friends pipes up, “I was just thinking of heading home.” 

There’s a chorus of agreement to which you eventually succumb, though you really would have liked at least one last stop in a warm place before you have to make the trek home. As your friends disperse, Sirius starts walking you in the direction of your place, his presence a steady solidness at your side. 

“Still not cold?” he asks you. 

You wrap your arms around yourself. “Nope.” 

“I think your kneecaps are shivering.” 

“They do that all the time.” 

“Oh, yeah?” You can hear the laughter in his tone. “You look cold, dollface. I could give you my jacket if you want.” 

You glance at him. Sirius isn’t looking at you but around you, keeping an eye on street corners and monitoring passerby with a giant stupid grin on his face. His jacket looks really warm. 

“Thanks, but I don’t need it.” 

His grin only spreads. He loves when you get contrary, it’s his favorite form of entertainment. You’re coming to the realization that this may be a lose-lose situation for you. “Because you’re not cold, huh?” 

“Uh-huh.” 

“Alright.” He continues strolling along beside you, hands comfortably fitted in his pockets, gait the unhurried ease of someone not currently forming ice crystals on their nose. 

Then it starts to rain. 

Sirius tilts his face up, looking at the sky as though in curiosity. “Shame I didn’t think to bring my umbrella,” he says. “You feeling cold yet, gorgeous?” 

“No,” you grind out. Your teeth are chattering. 

“No? I’d hate for you to get hypothermia.” 

“I’m good. It’s actually cooling me off.” 

“Good god.” Sirius huffs a laugh, and a second later his jacket is settling heavily over your shoulders. “You win, fine, but wear it for me, yeah? I can’t have you coming home half blue. It wouldn’t look like I was doing my job very well.” 

The warmth actually makes your shivering worsen. You try not to look too eager as you put it on, but the zipper nearly breaks from how hard you tug it up. 

“Thanks,” you say to Sirius. He grins, and you notice he was only wearing a fitted long-sleeve underneath. Your eyes stick to the places where it tightens over his shoulders and biceps. “Shit, sorry, now you’ll be cold.” 

“I thought you were never cold, though?” 

You roll your eyes, and he snickers. 

“I’ll be fine, we’re not far. Anyway, no one cares if I come home half blue.” He pinches your nose between his thumb and forefinger. Looks torturously fond as he pouts. “Poor girl, you really are freezing. C’mere.” 

He grabs you around the shoulders to tug you into his side, and you go happily. His hand rubs up and down on your arm. You think that this may be pointless, seeing as his shirt is already growing damp from the rain and you’re now the one with the coat, but you’re hardly about to contradict him. 

“I care if you come home half blue,” you say, your voice half muffled from how he has your face squished against his side. 

“Awe, really?” Sirius plants his lips happily on the cold top of your head, still rubbing diligently at your arm. “Thanks, doll.”

[dearestro]

Easter Surprises

Summary: Easter can be very exciting for kids, let's just say your husband plans to make it memorable for everyone.

Disclaimer: I realize that Wilson was raised Jewish. His father was Christian, however. I am NOT saying that he would celebrate Easter for the religious reasons necessarily, HOWEVER I do believe that if he had children he would go all out when it came to holidays (such as doing things like the Easter Bunny and Santa Claus). If you disagree or do not celebrate and do not wish to read please just ignore this. I literally only wrote it because I thought it was cute and I think that he would do all the holiday magic things because he'd just be so excited to participate and make his children happy. So happy Easter to those who celebrate and without further ado...

“Rosie! Bedtime!” I called to the mischievous toddler. She came running out of her playroom and jumped onto the couch next to me. I smiled as she wrapped her little arms around my neck. “Come on baby, let’s go.” I picked her up and started to walk to her bedroom.

“What about the water and carrots for the Easter Bunny?” She whined, I looked down at her face in surprise.

“I nearly forgot! Go get Daddy to wash some carrots.” I told her as I put her down so she could run ahead to the kitchen. Once I got there I found that James had already cleaned the carrots and prepared them on a plate with a glass of water. Rosie was eagerly reaching for the plate so she could find some place to set them. I laughed at her little grabby hands before walking over and helping. “It’s a good thing Daddy didn’t forget!”

“How could I? It’s an important night! The Easter Bunny comes tonight!” He laughed as he fed into the little girl’s excitement for tomorrow. We brought the plate and glass to the table making sure to put it out of Sara’s reach along with Rosie’s empty Easter basket. “Alright my princess, time for bed.” James turned to our daughter as she held her arms up to be picked up. He carried her on his hip and I followed them to her room to say goodnight.

Once Rosie had been put to bed James and I got to work. I retrieved the hidden candy and goodies that I had gotten at the store while James nibbled on the carrots and drank half the glass of water. Once he was finished he grabbed the basket and joined me on the floor.

This year we decided to skip the Easter grass due to Sara’s fascination with it (last year was a fiasco to say the least). I took out a few colorful plastic eggs and filled them with jelly beans while James readied the rest of the stuff. After everything was set nicely in the basket James ran around the house to find the perfect hiding spot while I cleaned up. When he came back he had the biggest grin on his face.

“Where’d you hide it?” I asked curious at his excitement but he shook his head.

“Nope, you’ll find out tomorrow when Rosie finds it.” He looked so proud of himself and his hiding skills.

“You didn’t make it too difficult, did you? She’s just a toddler.” I reminded him, sometimes it seemed like James enjoyed these things just as much as Rosie did. He sat down next to me and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me into him.

“Of course not! I just can’t wait for tomorrow, it’s going to be perfect.” He mumbled as he kissed the side of my head. I smiled at the action.

“Mmkay. I’m gonna go to bed.” I got up and started towards the bedroom when I noticed an absence. “Are you coming?” I turned to look at him as he still sat on the floor. He looked up at me, his eyes sparkling.

“Oh, yeah! I’ll be there in a second. Love you.”

“Alright, love you too.” I smiled to myself before heading to bed.

I was asleep in bed, James had his arm wrapped around me when all of a sudden somebody jumped on top of us.

“Mommy! Daddy! The Easter Bunny came!” I groaned as I was woken up by our toddler’s shouts of joy but a smile quickly found it’s way across my face at her excitement.

“We’ll be there in a second sweetheart.” I heard James tell her before she ran off to the living room. I rolled over to face him, a small smile gracing my lips.

“Happy Easter babe.” He smiled before giving me a quick kiss.

“Happy Easter.”

Once we had gotten up Rosie dragged us to the kitchen to see the half eaten carrots and water.

“Look! The Easter Bunny left a note! And he signed it with his paw!” I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion as she took me to the table to see. Surely enough a torn sheet of paper was there with the words ‘Thanks for the snack Rosie! Happy Easter! Love the Easter Bunny!’ written in chicken scratch, a muddy paw print placed next to the signature. “Can we keep it?” She looked up at me, I, still a little surprised by the note, looked over to James who nodded while smiling.

“Of course! You know I think mommy has a frame that we could put this in so it doesn’t get damaged.” He bent down to her level as he picked up the letter.

“Just like your posters?” She asked sweetly. He nodded, still smiling at her before she cheered. I crouched down beside them and took the note from James.

“I’ll take the note and find that frame sweetheart, why don’t you go and find your basket?” She nodded vigorously before running off to find her treats. Once she was out of earshot I stood up and turned to James. “Is there something you want to tell me?” I raised a brow at him and crossed my arms.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He tried to act nonchalant but that quickly changed when Sara jumped up on the table, her right paw covered in mud.

“Is that so?” He glared at the cat’s unfortunate timing before turning to me bashfully.

“I thought it’d be fun.” He said as he rubbed the back of his neck, I smiled at his thoughtfulness and kissed his cheek.

“You’re so sweet Jamey, I love you, now grab the cat so I can clean her paw better before Rosie sees it.” He smiled and happily obliged.

By the time the cat was cleaned up and we had finally settled into the couch we could hear Rosie’s shouts of joy indicating that she had found the basket (it was in the dryer). Before we knew it she was in the living room with her basket…and a larger than life pink and white plush bunny. She sat on the floor opening her candy and raving about the things she got while I turned to James.

“I don’t remember the Easter Bunny bringing a giant stuffed animal?” I whispered to him. “Would you know anything about that?” He shrugged.

“Ask the Easter Bunny.” I rolled my eyes before giving him a peck on the cheek once again and resting my head on his shoulder. “You know the Easter Bunny told me that you might have a little something hidden around the house.” I lifted my head to look at him silently questioning what he had said. “Of course you’d have to find it first.” He smirked. I shook my head before softly kissing his jaw.

“I don’t suppose I get any hints?”

“In exchange for kisses sure.” I rolled my eyes and stood up.

“I’ll take my chances then.” I said laughing before walking off to look.

To say the least Easter had been full of surprises.

[aanoia]

can I request a Remus Lupin imagine to Lover by Taylor Swift

happy to oblige, hope you love it!

Lover

Remus Lupin x reader words; 1,428 song; Lover by T Swizzle warnings; none i dont think my masterlist hehehe he's so cute i'm gonna be so fr with y'all, writing is the only thing keeping me from having a big mental breakdown so smiles :) if you love a song, the marauders, and my writing, request a song fic and your wish shall be my command. ENJOYYY

We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til January

And this is our place, we make the rules

“It’s closer to Easter than it is Christmas, why is your tree still up?” Lily asked, eyeing our cat who was playing with the bells hanging on the lower branches of the Christmas tree.

“Because Christmas is superior and deserves recognition all year.” I explained, glancing at my boyfriend who laughed with his friends. “And it makes Remus happy.”

And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you dear

Have I known you 20 seconds or 20 years?

“Oh, and I got you multiple candles because I know how much anxiety you get burning candles because you don’t wanna “waste” them, so I bought like, five so you didn't have to worry about that.” Remus said as he unpacked the grocery sack, pulling out the assortment of candles he bought.

I looked at Remus with a lovesick smile, “I’ve never told you about that.” I said quietly and he paused to look me in the eye.

“You didn’t have to. I know you.”

Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close forever and ever?

“Okay, Moony, are you ready to g- what the fuck?” James said as he walked through our apartment door, Sirius and Peter trailing behind him.

“Oh, wow, Moons, looks like you got a leech.” Sirius commented, walking into the kitchen and raiding our cupboards.

“I was ready, but then she attached herself to me and she won’t let go.” Remus explained, rubbing my back softly as I clung onto him.

“You can’t take him.” I mumbled, my voice being muffled by his shirt and James laughed. “I’m serious, I need him.”

“Actually, I’m Sirius.” Sirius said, walking out of the kitchen with a spoon and a jar of peanut butter.

“Fuck you.” 

Sirius scoffed, “Rude.”

“C’mon, love, it’s only for a weekend.” Remus said and I just held on tighter.

“Nope. I’m a crazy obsessive bitch and you can’t go.”

“At least she’s self aware.” Sirius said as he left the house, stealing our peanut butter.

And ah, take me out, and take me home

You're my, my, my, my

Lover

“Sh, you’re okay now.” I soothed gently as Remus panted, the cuts across his body red and angry. I carefully wiped away dirt and blood and bandaged up his words, all the while talking quietly to him to calm his mind. “It’s all done, Rem, you’re okay.” I whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead, he closed his eyes and almost instantly let sleep take over. I sighed and walked into the living room. “Rough night?” I asked the three boys and they nodded.

“It’s been getting worse lately.” James said, revealing the large cut on his upper arm.

“Well, everything will be alright. Let’s not worry him.”

We could let our friends crash in the living room

This is our place, we make the call

“Take your shoes off on my damn couch, Sirius Black.” I scolded as I walked out of the kitchen, a bowl of popcorn in my hand.

“My bad, your majesty.” he said and took his shoes off, throwing them at my legs.

“I don’t like you.”

“You love me.”

“Nuh uh.”

“Hello, love.” Remus interrupted, grabbing the popcorn from me and placing a kiss on my cheek.

“Hello, Rem.”

“What are we gonna watch?” Peter asked from his fort on the floor and James stuck his head out of it, opening his mouth and signaling Sirius to throw him a piece.

“Ooo!” I said excitedly, turning to Remus who already knew what I was going to suggest. “Can we watch-”

“Love and Pain and the Whole Damn Thing?” We said in sync and I laughed with a nod.

“We’ve watched literally every time we’ve had a slumber party.” James said with a frown and his wife threw a pillow at him.

“It’s a great movie, James.” Lily scolded.

And I'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you

I've loved you three summers now, honey, but I want 'em all

“Six, oo, seven.” I counted quietly and Remus snorted.

“What are you doing?” He asked.

“Counting, duh.”

“Well, yes, but what are you counting?”

I glanced at Remus, “The amount of people who look at you and do a double take, which obviously means they think you’re cute, which I wouldn’t blame them to be honest.”

“That’s cool. Sucks for them though, yeah?”

“Why?”

Remus paused and grabbed my arm, making me come to a halt. He smiled and pressed a soft kiss to my lips. “Because I’m all yours.”

Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close forever and ever?

“Y/n, you are the love that came without warning; you had my heart before I could say no.” Remus recited to his friends.

“That is the cheesiest thing on Earth.” Sirius commented but James hit his arm.

“I think she’ll love it, and that makes it even cheesier.” He said with a nod and Remus smiled gently.

And ah, take me out, and take me home (forever and ever)

You're my, my, my, my

Lover

“Will you marry me?” Remus asked, finishing his speech that brought wet tears to my eyes.

“Yes, Rem, yes I will. Of course I will.” I whispered and he put the ring on my finger before standing up and throwing his arms around me. He spun me around in the air and set me down to plant a fat kiss on my lips, joy radiating off him.

Ladies and gentlemen, will you please stand?

With every guitar string scar on my hand

I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover

“Do you, Y/n, take this man, Remus, to be your lawfully wedded husband?” The priest asked and I smiled at Remus, wiping a stray tear off his cheek.

“I do.”

“And do you, Remus, take this woman, Y/n, to be your lawfully wedded wife?” 

Remus nodded, “I do.”

My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue

All's well that ends well to end up with you

Swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover

The priest nodded with a smile, “You may kiss the bride.” Whoops and hollers filled the air as our lips met, the loudest coming from Sirius, James, and Peter who were off to the side. I smiled into the kiss, happy to finally be tied to Remus - which also means his best friends - for the rest of our lives.

And you'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me

And at every table, I'll save you a seat, lover

“Y/n/n-” A small voice said and I looked down to see a five year old Harry pulling gently on my dress.

“Ah, my favorite boy.” I said and bent down to pick him up. “How are you, little man?” 

“I good.” He smiled wide, placing a wet kiss on my cheek and I laughed. “Uncle Remmy said to give you a kiss.”

I looked up at my husband who winked at me with a smile, “How kind of him. Can you go tell him it’s almost time for cake?” I said and Harry nodded as I set him down. He immediately began running to Remus as fast as his little legs would let him, an angry expression on his face with his teeth bared and little growls coming from his throat. 

Remus laughed as Harry whispered in his ear. He stood up and immediately made his way over.

“I assume you did not tell Harry that you wanted to meet me in the bedroom?” He said with a smirk and my eyes widened.

“What?!”

Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close forever and ever?

And ah, take me out, and take me home (forever and ever)

“Ah, Paris, the city of love.” I sighed dreamily and Remus laughed.

“You are my city of love.” He said and I furrowed my brows.

“That makes zero sense.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

“It makes sense to me.”

“You’re weird.”

“Are you sure?”

“Extra positive.”

You're my, my, my, my

Oh, you're my, my, my, my

Darling, you're my, my, my, my

I smiled at Remus and looked in his eyes as we laid together on the bed.

“You’re beautiful.” He whispered and my smile grew.

“You’re beautifuller.”

“You’re beautifulest.”

“You’re beautifullerest.”

Remus snorted, “That’s definitely not a word.”

I winked, “I’d beg to differ, Mr. Beautifullerest.”

Lover

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Jegulus Excerpt

My third Jegulus days celebration post. I know it was yesterday, but is there really such a thing as too much Jegulus? Nope. Another excerpt from Book 3, written from James’ POV. It stands alone from the excerpts I shared for day one and day two and is from Chapter XXI. More budding Starchaser for your entertainment. 

Showered and changed, the team left the locker room arm in arm. There were still many people milling about the lawn, as it was such a lovely day. And soon the team was scattered among friends who wanted to recap the match. James looked to the lake, where he thought his mates were most likely to be. All three were there, Remus skimming stones while Sirius and Peter lay in the grass. But they hadn’t spotted James yet, so he took another sweeping look around the grounds and saw what he was looking for, a shadow shifting near the locker room entrances. 

He doubled back, if anyone asked he’d say he had left something behind. He hustled back to the locker room, and slipped through the door. And James should have been surprised, but he wasn’t to find Regulus standing in the middle of the room, hands in his pockets. He was decked out in Slytherin colors, and the emerald green contrasted wonderfully with his pale complexion and dark hair. 

Before James could say so much as “hey” Regulus began speaking very fast, “I know I shouldn’t be here. I know you are my brother’s best friend. I know you hate me and the rest of my house. I just wanted to say I’ve enjoyed watching you fly this season. You are really good James. And you are a team player.” 

James could tell Regulus was rambling out of nerves. So James cut him off, “well I train really hard. You should come fly with me. Not like you need the practice.”

Regulus bit his lip and smiled sheepishly. James had rarely seen Regulus show an emotion that wasn’t disdain or aloofness. He had a really nice smile, and it reached all the way to his eyes, just like Sirius’ did. James’ stomach did a little flip and he felt some color creep into his cheeks. Thank goodness his dark skin didn’t show blushes as easily, what would Regulus think of him?

“You had better enjoy the Quidditch Cup while you have it, because next year we are going to be wiping the floor with you.”

“Oh really,” James took two steps forward. “I don’t know, the Slytherin’s looked pretty tame this year. Maybe you all have lost your touch. And for as little as I’ve seen you training, who’s to say you are even as good as I remember.”

“I’m excellent,” Regulus replied, eyes narrowing. But James shrugged. 

“I’ll believe it when I see it.”

Regulus pursed his lips, which were slightly less full than Sirius’.

“Fine, Wednesday morning. I’ll come fly with you, as long as -”

“Regulus,” James held up his hand, “I’m taking your secrets to the grave. You can trust me, yeah?” They stared at each other, then James watched a smile creep across Regulus’ face. James smirked back, and to keep the situation from getting any more awkward, he spit into his right hand and held it out to Regulus, who did not hesitate to mimic the gesture. They shook with a squelch. 

And when neither of them had let go after a solid ten seconds of shaking, James looked at their hands and said, “so, um, we gonna stand here all day or…”

Regulus went crimson, and he dropped James’ hand. 

“Wednesday,” James called after him as Regulus made to leave out the back door of the locker room. Regulus nodded and gave him a small smile. James stood in the empty locker room and then put his hands into his pockets, palm still slick with spit he didn’t feel the urge to wipe off. 

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You can find more info on this series in my pinned post. Unfortunately, this is from Book 3, which is fully written but doesn’t have an announced posting date as of yet. But it’s coming to AO3, I promise! On Sunday I'm announcing the title, POV, and posting date for Book 2 in my Weekly Update.