#but i really do think james would like something like that

[my-castles-crumbling]

Wolfstar Christmas Notes (Sirius to Remus)

1st Year Hi Remus Happy Christmas! Hope this hat keeps you warm, you always look dead on your feet. Sirius

2nd Year Dear Moony, Happy Christmas! I hope you enjoy the gift! The brown in the jumper made me think of you. Grab some dungbombs in Diagon if you think of it when your family goes, we can plant them in Pete’s bed! Love, Sirius

3rd Year Moonbeam! How goes home? Probably a hell of a lot better than here, that’s for sure. I miss y I wish you were Hope things go well next week. I wish I could help somehow.  Reg’s been teaching me to play chess when he’s not being a prick. We should play when we get back! Also James says he doesn’t have my favorite quill, do you have it? Love, Sirius

4th Year Oh Honourable Moonshine, Christmas with the Potters is a million times better than Christmas in Hell with my family. Who would have guessed? I still miss you though. You make me happy. Also I got a leather jacket for Christmas. I look damn good in it, according to James. But maybe you’ll have to see for yourself. I think the girls will like it, don’t you think? I hope you like all the sweets!  Love, Sirius

5th year

My dearest and always favorite (Prongs is not my favorite make sure to let him know) Moony, I am forever lost without you during this Yule. However will I survive with merely James by my side? He’s so boring and annoying, Moony! I’m dying- dying, I tell you! But Siriusly, I miss you.  You always make things b   You make me la   I think you’re ama  It’s weird but you kind of make my stomach Things aren’t as fun with only two people. You and Wormy should come over, yeah? I’d really like that. James too. Love,  Sirius

6th year Hi, Moony I can’t believe it’s only a week into break. I think about you a l I really want to just sit with y I miss when you play with my hair Do you remember that time when I was sad and you let me sleep next I just feel safe with Do you feel like things with us are dif Sometimes I feel like I I had a dream that You looked really good when I miss you.  I thought a lot about your gift. I wanted to get you something you’d like. I hope you like this. Anyway,  Love Love, Sirius

7th year My Moonbeam, You should wake up because seven hours without you is far too long. Honestly, the fact that you choose to go to sleep and ignore me while you do is horrible boyfriend behavior. I love you. Wake up soon so we can celebrate together, yeah? Love always, Your Sirius

(for the prompt 'dear' for December 17th from @taylorswiftmicrofic, 474 words)

[crazyvik97rpg]

Sebastian honestly felt very self conscious as grandma and James too checked out his place like that. He could see they were checking out the things on the walls, his curious book shelf with all kinds of books and knick-knacks on there. The cats too were most curious about the new guests. Snowflake boldly walked around James and sniffled his trousers, Clawdia loudly meowed at Charlotte and Dexter (he was still here too of course!) played with some fluffy fur on Charlotte's coat.

Also, indeed - Charlotte didn't answer anything by what she said next. Sebastian honestly felt a bit afraid of the fact that James was now starting to unpack the stuff they brought. Oh god, her generosity knew no bounds after all! And Sebastian always felt so very awkward, especially when she would spend so much money on him just like that. Something he still had to get used to...

Grandma explained then though what exactly she brought - and that she had done her research! She brought medical equipment, food, vitamin pills, even a new violin holder for his shoulder. It was a lot of stuff - once again, Sebastian didn't know what to say when James presented the items. He stood there a little awkwardly, just in a hoodie, sweatpants and socks - he was visibly skinnier, less muscle on him since he wasn't allowed to do any kind of sport at all, so he looked different to them indeed. It didn't help the situation of being unable to think of something appropriate to say...

"God-...gosh, you-...you really went all out", Sebastian stated at last, approaching the table with things James had unpacked, looking at them. James presented him the pressure sleeve, eyeing Sebastian's arm: "Is it the right arm, Master Sebastian, yes? One is supposed to wear this at all times, and while we know you must be very prepared and knowledgable about this yourself, we still brought this. It's special made fiber, very soft and comfortable to the skin, ideal to support the healing process and...you know, help your lymph node activity and such...", he explained briefly. Sebastian sighed softly, nodding a bit: "Yea, the right arm. Ah-...thank you so much. But of course, you didn't have to, it's too kind. ...Did you just come all the way down from Newcastle? That's-...that's insane, what a journey?! I'm sorry, I didn't even offer you anything-...would you like tea? Or coffee? You must be tired."

Sebastian walked over to the kitchen then, to put the kettle on. Kitties were walking around the whole house, curiously eying everyone. Sebastian was glad that at least they weren't acting up and appeared friendly towards the guests. "Sorry-...ah-...meet my cats. The black one over there, with the little white spot under the chin, is Dexter, William's cat. All the others are-...well, they are all ours by now, actually. Then-...Zeus, Clawdia, Pawla, Earl Grey, Eggnog and the white one - Snowflake", he smiled as he pointed at everyone before proceeding to make tea and coffee.

For I have sinned...

The principal cleared his throat, eyes scanning the notes that he had wrote down before this meeting. It already lasted an hour, and the teachers gathered in the faculty room were becoming restless and bored. But indeed there were some things to discuss, with the concert that the senior class was supposed to perform at the end of the semester, and with recent staff changes. 

William glanced down at his watch, sighing softly. His class was starting in 15 minutes, so at least, whether the meeting will be done soon or not, he will get to excuse himself. He looked out of the window, his mind wandering. Principal’s voice turned into white noise in the background. It was a pleasant day, late summer. But William was looking forward to a slightly cooler weather. Wearing all black could really be bothersome at times. 

“And lastly, I am pleased to announce that we have finally found replacement for the violin teacher. Dear Mr Tanaka, may he rest in peace, was with us for so many years that I’ve been concerned we won’t be able to find someone as good as to fill this position.” the principal spoke. “But Mr… Michaelis, was highly recommended to me, and he indeed has impressive references. He will be starting this week, so please welcome him warmly once he will arrive. Ah yes… about that. He will arrive today at noon, I need someone to pick him up from the train station and bring over for the tour around the school. Any volunteers?” 

William was barely listening, and definitely not paying much attention. He glanced at his watch again, and saw that it was time to leave, as his class was about to start. He raised his hand to excuse himself, and little did he know, he just volunteered.

“Father William! Excellent!” the principal exclaimed. “Just don’t be late, the train arrives at noon.”

“Train…?” William questioned, raising his brow. He had a feeling he was missing something…

***

Right after the meeting, William had to run for the class, so he had little time to clarify what exactly he had volunteered for. He was a piano teacher in this Music Academy, but also he served as a priest in local church. Well respected, and rather liked. So when he later found out it was about the new violin teacher, he didn’t refuse. Who, other than himself, would be a better choice to introduce a newcome to their community?

So even though he raised his hand by accident, he accepted this fate.

After classes, at noon, William took a taxi and drove to the train station, to pick up their new teacher. Wearing black trousers, and a black shirt with a thin tie, was absolutely dreadful in this weather, so William quickly found shelter under the roof of the station platform, that provided some shade.

The train had just arrived. William had no idea how Mr Michaelis looked like, but he figured he will just look for someone carrying a violin case with them. 

He was in for a bit surprise.

@crazyvik97

[moonstruckme]

hi mae, how you've been? if your request are open could i make one? if they're not, please ignore this ^^

could you write remus with (gn) reader that struggles with english? (as a language fjdndnd). for example, they could be an exchange student and finds difficult to find the words to communicate, but can completely understand a whole conversation, like its just hard for them to express themselves? idk if you get what i mean, sorry for the nonsense 😭😭😭

you write beautifully, i can't wait to read the next thawing out chapter!!!!! xoxoxo

Thank for requesting angel <3

cw: hints of maybe some social anxiety (?) around language issues

Remus Lupin x gn!reader ♡ 1k words

In group settings, you’ve become an unintentional wallflower. The conversations among this group, specifically, are too rapid-fire for your tentative tongue to keep up with, so you find yourself tracking it and letting your own thoughts pass unvoiced. At least at Sirius’ Christmas party, you’re not the only wallflower in the mix. 

Remus acts much like you, sometimes. He sits back, listens, smiles to himself at his friends’ antics. Sometimes James or Sirius will prompt him with a question, like they’re used to having to drag him into their two-man show, but for the most part he seems content to enjoy being around everyone in quietude. Until, at least, he leans over to speak to you. 

“You alright?” he asks in a low voice, underneath the story James is telling about Christmas shopping with his mum. 

You blink, surprised. “Yes.” 

“You seem a bit quiet.” Remus looks curious, but he doesn’t push. There’s a tiny fluttering in your stomach at being noticed. You’ve talked with Remus on a couple of occasions—and it’s true, you did have more to say then than you do now, in this bantery group—but you wouldn’t have expected him to note the change. “How’s your drink?” 

He’s looking at your cup, nearly full despite the hour you’ve been nursing it. 

“It’s…” You don’t know the polite way to say what you want to say. Maybe there is none. 

Remus smiles. “You aren’t in love with it, then?” 

You think you might go still, just the phrase in love sending heat to your cheeks. “It’s not very bad,” you try to laugh. “It’s…what’s the word…heavy?”

His brows furrow for a second, but then he realizes. “Oh, is it very strong?” 

You nod, relieved. “Yes.” 

He laughs. “Well, that’s what happens when Sirius makes them. Sorry, we ought to have warned you.” He glances over his shoulder at his friend, as though checking whether he’s been overheard; you don’t get the impression he would care much if he had. When his eyes return to you, you have the impression of staring into a fireplace; a steady, comforting warmth. “Come with me,” he says. 

Remus leads you to the kitchen. To the scene of the crime, where your first drink was concocted. Sirius is nothing if not well prepared; the counter is stocked with rows of alcohol and mixers, plus canned drinks and non-alcoholic options. Remus finds you a new cup. 

“What do you like?” 

You can see a bottle of what you want on the counter, but the name eludes you. You’re not close enough to try and read the label. “Anything.” 

Remus’ eyebrow twitches. “Really, anything?” He looks at you. It feels like being peeled like a tangerine, like he’s somehow seeing your squishy insides. “You don’t have any preference?”

You gnaw the inside of your cheek. “I, uh…” You reach past him, picking up the bottle. “This, please. Sorry, I don’t have the name…” 

“That’s alright,” Remus says easily. He gives you a gentle smile as he takes the bottle from you, and your heart does something awful behind your ribs. “You don’t need to know it. Whatever works, right?” 

“Right,” you echo embarrassedly. 

He asks you to pick a mixer, and when you point again starts to pour. “So,” he says, “is there a reason you’re not talking to us?” 

You blink at him. “What?” 

“You’ve just been keeping more to yourself tonight.” There’s a hint of something you can’t identify in Remus’ tone, but you can’t seek clues in his face when he’s looking down at your drink. “Is it something we did?” 

“No. I’m not…no.” You shake your head fervently. “I like you.” You take Remus’ wrist, and he looks up, surprised. “I like you.” 

“Hey, it’s okay.” His voice softens at the distress in your expression. “I was only joking, sweetheart. I’m sorry.” 

Relief seeps into you. You feel your posture ease, your face clearing, but Remus only melts further. 

“Oh, I’m sorry.” He wraps an arm around your shoulders, drawing you into a hug. “I didn’t mean to freak you out. I didn’t really think you were angry with us.” Your arms come around him too, on instinct, and he presses a kiss to the top of your head. “It’s just that you’ve been so quiet and I wanted to ask why, but I was only teasing.”

“It’s okay.” You laugh a little, giddy on physical contact. “It’s not you.” 

Remus hums, still apologetic. “What’s going on, then?”

“Nothing’s going on.” You search the far corners of your mind, reaching for the words. “I’m quiet because…because I’m slow. It’s more difficult with many people.” 

Remus pulls back a bit, frowning. “You’re not slow, sweetheart.” 

“My English is slow,” you clarify.

“That’s…no.” He shakes his head. “I’m sure it does take longer to find the right words, but you don’t have to stay quiet because of that. We can wait.” 

“It’s okay,” you try to explain. “Sometimes, people need to talk fast, but, for me…it takes time.” 

“That’s fine,” says Remus. “We get it. Or, actually, we don’t, which is probably the more important part. You speak more than one language. That’s not something any of the rest of us can say—well, except Sirius, but his parents were twats, and he’s more of a twat for it, honestly.” His eyes widen a fraction. “Not that knowing more than one language makes you a twat—Sirius is, but you aren’t. I’m not trying to call you a twat.” 

You shake your head, smiling. 

“I’m trying,” Remus laughs, “to say that you’re very smart, much smarter than any of us in there who only grew up speaking English and haven’t aspired to anything more since. So if you need to speak a bit slower to get your point across, that’s perfectly alright. Is that…did that come across right?” 

“Yes,” you laugh, warmth in your cheeks. “Thank you.” 

“Don’t thank me.” Remus gives you another hug, briefer. “Just don’t be quiet, yeah? How’s this?” 

You take a tentative sip of your drink, trying to wrangle your smile. “It’s good,” you assure him. 

“Good. Let’s go.” He starts leading the way back to the party. “You had something to say when Lily was talking about her botched muffins last week, I could see it on your face. I want to hear all about it.”

[medievalandfantasymelee]

THE HOT MEDIEVAL & FANTASY MEN MELEE

SECOND ROUND: 13th Tilt

Xenk Yendar, Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves (2023) VS. Giuliano de Medici, Medici (2016-2019)

Propaganda

Xenk Yendar, Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves (2023) Portrayed by: Regé-Jean Page Defeated Opponents: - Eamon Valda [Abdul Salis], The Wheel of Time (2021-) - Thraxus Boorman [Amar Chadha-Patel], Willow (2022)

“He's a knight (paladin) so pure he'll make you sick. The goodest good guy to ever pick up a blade and swear to protect those who can't protect themselves. His autistic rizz has captured me body and soul. We meet him saving a child/cat (a twofer in ways to make you like a guy) and giving gold to a beggar. He kicks ass, he gives good advice, 'Neither virtue nor blade shall break' is on his sword. He's got gods most tragic backstory He's tooth-rotting perfect and it's glorious to watch.”

Giuliano de Medici, Medici (2016-2019) Portrayed by: Bradley James Defeated Opponents: - Jack [Tom Cruise], Legend (1985) - Durotan [Toby Kebbell], Warcraft (2016)

“GIULIANO, MY ABSOLUTE BELOVED. There's no one who can do slutty tarty fuckboy with a heart of gold and a side of whumpy pain quite like him. You start off the series and you see him the first time and you go "oh damn he's GORGEOUS... but he's a fuckboy, gonna love to hate him, great! I hope he's shirtless a lot!" (He is.) And then you see him the second time and you go "oh no he loves his family! He adores his sister!! He would do anything for his brother!! He's a sweet mama boy!!!" And then you see him a third time and you go "oh wow he hurts so prettily", and then as the series goes on you wish you'd never thought that, because yes, he DOES hurt so prettily. Multiple times. And at that point he activates all the PROTECC instincts but it's too late. And you end this series with your heart broken by him and you just want to go back to the start to see him smile his tarty smug smile that makes you want to punch him in the mouth. With your mouth. Because god he's so fucking PRETTY.”

Additional Propaganda Under the Cut

Additional Propaganda

For Xenk Yendar:

“It's basically a running joke through the movie how stupidly gorgeous and perfect he is. Because he is. He's so sexy in the confident, effortless way he approaches everything.”

(+ Edgin photobomb)

“A lawful good paladin who has seen so much destruction and yet is noble and sweet. If he had been around in the early tumblr days there would be a million flower crown edits of him. He literally saves a baby kitty. Also, extremely good with a blade and has too much faith in a sarcastic rogue.”

"the epitome of autism swag. kind and righteous and capital “S” Sexy. also him and chris pine are really gay in this one which adds to the hotness imo"

“He's the only person who has ever properly made me wonder if I was actually asexual after realizing that, but like dang, dunno if I'd still want him if he was real and in the room with me but I think I might be Xenksexual not ace. God I wish he'd force me to swear something on his book.”

“The autistic rizz is off the fucking charts, man”

For Giuliano de Medici:

“He's unbearably cocky and hot ... but also sad and tragic”

[jobean12-blog]

Lost In You

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader (Mob/Mafia AU)

Word Count: 1.8K

Summary: Bucky's been too busy lately and you're missing him badly so you do something to get his attention and it works...

Author's Note: The picture below was too much to handle and gave me Mob feels and I do love writing him with a soft edge, which I hope comes across here. There isn't much back story, lately I can't do much more than focus on the action LOL Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thanks a bunch Daisy!🥰

Warnings: tension, masturbation over the phone (bc where the hell is your man!), soft moments in between the smut

It’s been the longest week of your life. Bucky’s been…busy and you’ve had enough and you’re just about to tell him so when your phone buzzes in your hand.

“Don’t forget what I want tonight. Make sure you eat dinner doll. I’m going to be keeping you up.”

You huff out a small laugh at his text message. He’s been keeping you up all week and while you’d never complain you would like him to be more available.

With slightly shaky hands, you press his name to call him, and wait while it rings once…twice…

“Is everything all right?” he asks immediately.

“James,” you purr. “Are you busy?”

Silence greets you across the line and after several long beats, he clears his throat, quietly.

“Doll,” he says, “you know you shouldn’t be calling me right now unless it’s absolutely necessary. I’m in the middle of something. What do you need?”

His voice is low. Stern and laced with irritation at the interruption.

Your hand slides down your torso, over your belly button and lower, between your spread legs.

“I miss you,” you pout into the phone. “But if you can’t talk I can call back at a better time.”

You can almost imagine the way he leans in, pressing the phone flush to his ear and listening carefully for every sound on the other end of the line.

“No, I’m here now. I miss you too doll.”

Your hand slides up and back, fingers pressing into your skin. You pretend it’s his hand and he’s hovering over you, watching your expression.

“When are you coming home?” you start, your breath catching when you hear him exhale forcefully.

“Doll,” he whispers, and now you know he must be alone in his office, having silently gotten rid of anyone else. His voice has gone hoarse, goading, deep enough that if he were here you can just imagine the way his eyes would darken with intent.

“Why won’t you let me come see you.”

You try to keep your words steady but your fingers are moving faster now, sliding easily over skin that has grown slick with the sound of his voice, the sound of his breath through the phone.

You imagine him behind his large and ornate desk, his jaw tight, his hand clutching himself through his zipper.

Just the thought makes you gasp.

“You’re a distraction,” he hisses, and you moan quietly without meaning to.

“Are you being a distraction right now doll?” he asks.

Your back arches off the pillows, sensation pooling and warming in your thighs, low in your stomach.

“Do you want to hear me?” you ask. “Do you like thinking of me doing this in our bed?”

“Are you…” he growls. “Doll…”

You remember the way he looked at you this morning before he left. You remember how his mouth felt on your neck when he climbed into bed last night.

And then, when you barely whisper, “oh god,” you hear his rumbling groan on the other end and completely fall to pieces under your own hand, pretending it’s his, knowing how much better it will feel when it really is his, later.

Your legs are shaking and you’re crying out into the phone, riding through the wave of heat, slick pleasure sliding across your skin. You say his name, some other things you’re not even sure are coherent but just knowing he’s listening, and it’s all he can do- he can’t touch you or feel you-prolongs your release until you’re spent.

“Doll.”

You blink with a swallow. “Bucky…I…”

“Don’t you dare move,” he warns. “I’m coming home.”

You’ve drifted off waiting for him when the door slams open, the knob hitting the plaster of the wall just on the other side of the bedroom. Startled, you sit up, grasping the sides of his button down and covering yourself as he storms into the bedroom.

“There you are,” he whispers, his voice too low and steady and you know you’re in for it.

He stalks toward you, stopping at the side of the bed and running a hand through his already mussed hair.

“Did you think that was a good idea doll?”

You push up onto your knees, sliding your hands up his chest and into the open buttons at the top by his neck.

“I didn’t know how else to get your attention.”

He closes his eyes, moving his fingers to your jaw, down your neck to push his button down off your shoulders. His hands slide over your breasts before he pulls his hands back, forming tight fists.

“You don’t think you’re the only thing on my mind all day…and night,” he says. “I count the minutes until I can come home to you.”

“But you’ve been gone so much this week. The late nights aren’t enough.”

He leans in and says, “I’ve had a lot of business to attend to and tonight especially.”

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, as you lean in to meet him, your lips brushing along his neck.

His eyes flutter closed, nostril flaring.

“What do you think it looks like. Me running off?”

With his eyes anchoring yours, and to make his point, he slides a rough hand lower, between your legs, two fingers searching and finding you soaked.

“Who made you this wet?”

You don’t answer, closing your eyes and pushing into his hand before reaching to grip his wrist and fuck his fingers if he won’t move.

He jerks his arm back and pulls his fingers away, reaching to push them into your mouth, pressing your taste onto your tongue. His hand grips your jaw, fingers curled into the hollow of your cheeks to hold your mouth open.

“Answer me.”

“You.” The word is hard to get out around his intrusive fingers, but you manage, and he pulls back, gently rubbing the pad of his thumb over your bottom lip.

“You’re all I think about,” you say as you stare up into his eyes, so intense with desire.

They soften as you continue to hold his gaze. His eyes drop to your lips and his hands spread gently at your waist.

“I don’t care that you’re busy and had to leave. I want you to ignore it.”

His jaw tenses.

“I want you.”

“Doll,” he breathes out before his lips crash over yours, tongue pushing your mouth open, tasting, rolling up against your teeth.

You greedily reach for his shirt, tugging it free of his pants. With shaking fingers, you work each button free and once his smooth, warm torso is exposed, you let out a fevered moan and your hands are frantic across his skin, your fingers catching on the gold chain that rests there.

He growls when you spend too long running your hands up and over his chest, stroking and teasing the line of hair heading down below his belly button and into his pants.

Impatiently, he tugs at the shirt that’s still draped half over your body, pushing his hips forward, and grunting his approval when you quickly unfasten his belt, his zipper and shove his pants down his thighs so you can free his cock.

Oh.

It rests warm and thick against his belly and when you reach for him he’s steel in your hands. You use both to grip him and slide them down his length, dipping your head so you can suck on him with as much hunger as you feel.

He exhales a tight groan as you pump him in your fist and then curls down, capturing your mouth in a brutal, commanding kiss. You pull away, intending to lick him until he comes, but with a growled curse he pushes you back on the bed, kicking off his pants and climbing over you.

With hands flat on your thighs he spreads your legs, leaning forward and roughly thrusting into you. It’s a relief so enormous you moan loudly, never before feeling so full of him. You’re starving and satisfied, wanting him to stay like this forever.

He pulls back and then slams forward, gripping the headboard for leverage and taking you so roughly each thrust forces air from your lungs.

It’s wild and frantic, his body over yours, your legs clamped around his waist.

“I needed to get this deal done tonight,” he hisses, hands gripping your thighs. He pumps hard and fast, sweat trickling down his temple. “Instead, I need to come home and deal with my needy wife.”

His large, rough hands reach for your breasts, and he slides his thumbs across your nipples.

“Please make me come,” you whisper hoarsely. “Please,” you beg. “I’ll be good.”

You know he can’t deny you anything. Not really. He’ll give you everything you want. Always. And that’s exactly what he does when he angles your hips and drops his hand between your legs, pressing a finger to your clit until you feel the rush of warmth along your skin and the tension build deep in your belly.

“Bucky,” you cry out as your pussy tightens around him and your body arches beneath him.

The sight of you so lost in him is too much and he thickens inside you before filling you up, his hips stuttering and slowing.

He carefully pulls out and falls to the bed, wrapping you up in his arms and burying his head in the side of your neck.

“Baby doll,” he murmurs, his lips warm and soft at your skin.

“You’re not leaving again right?” you ask quietly.

His hand slides along your waist to your stomach where he reaches for yours and tangles your fingers together.

“No doll face. I’m not going anywhere.”

He lifts your hand to his lips, kissing your palm and then turning it over to press a kiss to your wedding ring. His mouth moves across your knuckles then to each fingertip and you shiver in his arms.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he says again, rocking behind you and pushing his thigh between yours.

You start to move against it, the friction from his hard muscle making you grip his hand tightly. When he feels your wetness coat his skin he purrs into your ear, pushing your body down harder onto his thigh.

And just when you feel yourself nearing the edge he pulls his leg away. You whine out his name but with quick hands he rolls you onto your stomach, spreads your legs, and slides in so deep you gasp.

His groan vibrates across your skin, his lips warm and soft at your neck before he whispers along the shell of your ear, “I need to feel you come around me again.”

[ikkyfics]

hi dear,

these past few days, i got caught in the rain and now i’m sick.

if you’d like, could you write james comforting and taking care of the reader?

i hope you have a great day <3

By your side

James Potter x fem!reader

Summary: "You really don’t know how to accept help, do you?" He gave a crooked smile, the one that made your heart race, and adjusted his glasses with his free hand. "I’ve already told you, I’m here to take care of you. And honestly, it’s the perfect excuse to spoil you."

Warnings: none - maybe a cute germ exchange

A/N: heeey honey , hope you get better soon - seriously, make sure you drink water and eat something nutritious, and most importantly, try to rest <333 sending you good energy to recover soon

Masterlist

The rain had caught you by surprise as you were coming back from one of the fields near the castle. You didn’t think much of it at the time, just hurried along the path, figuring there was no reason to worry. But the next morning, you woke up with a scratchy throat and a heaviness in your chest that left no doubt: you had caught a cold. James noticed immediately, and it didn’t take even five minutes before he took on the role of nurse, despite your insistence that "it wasn’t a big deal."

"'Not a big deal,' you say?" James’s voice was a mix of concern and teasing as he stood next to the armchair where you were curled up under a pile of blankets. "Your voice is so hoarse it sounds like Sirius after trying to sing last Christmas."

"Don’t exaggerate," you retorted, trying to sound firm, but the cough that followed didn’t help your argument. He crouched down to your level, his blue eyes behind his glasses studying every detail of your face as if he could measure your fever just by looking at you.

"This isn’t an exaggeration, love. It’s the diagnosis of a responsible boyfriend. And speaking of that, have you taken any potions, or do you want me to go get some?"

"I’m fine, James," you replied, your voice coming out weaker than you had intended. "You should stay away before you catch this too."

He raised an eyebrow, clearly not impressed. "Stay away? That would be pretty hard, considering you’re the only thing on my mind since I woke up." The sentence, said with a tilted smile, made it sound like he was flirting, but the look of concern in his eyes made it clear he wasn’t joking.

James sat on the arm of the chair, running his hand through his messy hair before carefully taking your hand, as if it were the most delicate thing in the world. "Besides, if you think I’m going to leave you alone in this state, then you’re clearly delirious."

You rolled your eyes, but the small smile on the corner of your lips made him laugh softly. He held your hand firmly, his warm fingers caressing yours. "I’m going to get you something to eat. Don’t you dare get out of here."

When he returned, he was holding a steaming bowl of soup and wore an expression that bordered on pride. "I had to negotiate with the house-elves, but I got something that doesn’t taste like frog slime. I think that deserves some points with you, don’t you?" He pulled up a chair to sit beside you, blowing carefully on the spoon before bringing it to your lips.

"I can eat on my own, you know?" you murmured, but you let him continue anyway.

"Maybe you can, but where’s the fun in that? I’m already committed to the babysitting role now." He smiled, but there was something so tender in his eyes that the warmth of the fireplace seemed insignificant compared to the feeling that filled his chest.

After making sure you had eaten, James adjusted the blankets around you as if building a fortress. He leaned forward, pressing his lips gently against your forehead. "I love you, you know?"

James kept his promise. He didn’t leave your side, holding your hand as if he feared you might disappear if he let go. The warmth radiating from his fingers felt more effective than any blanket, and even with the discomfort of the fever, there was something deeply comforting about his presence.

You didn’t know how much time had passed, but when you opened your eyes again, the light from the fireplace had dimmed a bit, casting soft shadows on the walls. James was still there, of course. He had pulled a chair closer and was leaning against the backrest, his head resting on one hand while the other remained intertwined with yours.

"You should be resting too," you murmured, your voice still hoarse, but stronger than before.

He straightened up immediately, his blue eyes shining in the flickering light. "You really don’t know how to accept help, do you?" He gave a crooked smile, the one that made your heart race, and adjusted his glasses with his free hand. "I’ve already told you, I’m here to take care of you. And honestly, it’s the perfect excuse to spoil you."

You chuckled softly, although the laugh turned into a light cough. He quickly leaned forward, his eyes narrowing with concern as he placed his hand on your forehead again.

"Still warm," he murmured, more to himself than to you. "I think I’ll need another one of those compresses."

"James..." you started, but he interrupted you, his tone soft but firm.

"No 'James' now. Just let me take care of you, okay? Just this once." He tilted his head, his messy hair falling over his forehead in a way you adored. "I like taking care of you, you know? So, give me that."

The knot in your throat wasn’t from the fever, and you squeezed his hand tightly. "Thank you."

He blinked, clearly caught off guard by the sincerity in your voice. "Why?"

"For everything. For being here, for always making me feel special, even when I know I’m not the easiest person in the world." You took a deep breath, the words spilling out uncontrollably, but you couldn’t stop. "You’re... James, you’re amazing. I don’t know what I did to deserve someone like you."

For a moment, he was silent, his eyes locked on yours. Then, the softest smile you had ever seen appeared on his lips, and he leaned in closer, cupping your face with both hands now, his touch warm and gentle.

"You’re joking, right?" He chuckled softly, his thumbs caressing your skin. "You think I’m the one doing something special here? Look, I know you’re a little feverish, so maybe that’s affecting your judgment, but if anyone’s lucky here, it’s me."

Before you could protest, he closed the gap between you, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, then another on the tip of your nose, and finally one on your lips. It was a brief touch, but so full of tenderness that it almost made you forget the exhaustion still weighing on your body.

"You’re impossible, James Potter," you murmured, still feeling his lips against yours, the softness of the touch mixing with the warmth that was spreading across your face. "Now you’re definitely going to get sick. That was... gross. I’m probably full of germs!"

James pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, the blue glow sparkling with a mix of amusement and tenderness. "Gross? Really? After everything we've been through, this is how you classify one of my kisses?" He feigned an expression of indignation, placing his hand on his chest as if deeply offended.

"Yes!" you replied, your voice hoarse but full of determination. "You shouldn’t have done that. Kissing someone who’s sick? That’s... irresponsible! Now you’re going to catch a cold too, and I won’t forgive myself!"

He tilted his head, a crooked smile forming as he propped his elbow on the armrest of the chair and rested his head on his hand, watching you as if he were trying to solve a cute puzzle. "You know what? If I get sick, it’s fine."

"How can you say 'fine'?" you retorted, narrowing your eyes, your tone indignant. "This isn’t a joke, James. You can’t get sick because of me."

"Of course I can." He shrugged, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "And then you’ll have to take care of me, which, let’s be honest, would be great. I’ll finally know what it’s like to be spoiled like that."

You blinked, taken aback by how casually he was handling the possibility. "James, this isn’t a competition of who takes care of who better. And I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m terrible at it. I’d probably make the tea wrong or forget to give you the potion."

He laughed, the sound light and sincere, filling the space between you. "First, you never forget anything. Second, even if you did everything wrong, it’d still be perfect. Just knowing you care, I’d be cured already." He winked, as if trying to downplay the seriousness of his words, but the intensity in his gaze betrayed the opposite.

You huffed, crossing your arms under the blankets. "This isn’t fair. You always know exactly what to say to make me stop fighting with you."

He raised his hands in surrender, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "I don’t control it, it’s just a natural gift, I guess." Then he leaned forward again, his blue eyes shining with an intensity that made your heart race. "But seriously, you can complain as much as you want. I’m not going anywhere. You’re my world, you know that?"

His words caught you off guard, and you felt your cheeks heat up. He always had this ability to unravel you with a simple look or a sincere sentence. You tried to turn your face away, but he gently held your chin, turning it back to him. "Hey, don’t run away. You don’t need to spare me anything, not even the arguments. I want to be here for all parts of you. Got it?"

You bit your lip, emotion welling up in your eyes before you leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. "Thank you, James. Really."

He smiled, his eyes softening even more. "You’re welcome. Now, please stop worrying about me. I’m James Potter, remember? Nothing takes me down. But you... you need to rest."

"But what if you really get sick?" you insisted, stubborn.

"Then you’ll be by my side, and nothing else matters," he replied, simple and sincere, before squeezing your hand. "Now, no more drama. Close your eyes, my favorite nurse. I’ll be here when you wake up."

And, despite grumbling softly about how stubborn he was, you closed your eyes, feeling the security of being in the arms of the boy who seemed to make the entire world feel lighter.

[ellecdc]

This might be a weird needle to thread so i totally understand if it doesn’t work but:

reader who was blamed in a previous relationship for sex being too boring/infrequent/vanilla and has been conditioned that she has to initiate on a regular basis even if she’s not really feeling it for fear of her partner getting upset

maybe she and Jamie (or anyone, really, whatever person or group of people you think works for this) have had a hectic, stressful couple of weeks and she realizes that they haven’t had sex in a minute and it comes to light that she initiated because she was scared of the backlash if she didn’t

I often wonder how many people have sent me requests back in *checks notes* APRIL that have since unfollowed me. I'm sorry. thank you for your request; hopefully it finds you, and if not, I hope you're well out there wherever you are 🫶

James Potter x fem!reader who is worried he's upset over a lack of sex [1.2k words]

CW: mature themes/discussions around sex but nothing explicit, themes of consent and past abusive/toxic relationships, James being the king he is

James had been aware of your presence, but only managed to lift his head from his laptop when he realised you were simply hovering in the doorway instead of approaching him as you often did.

“Hey, angel.” He greets with a smile curling on his lips. “Feel like I haven’t seen you in forever.”

He opens his arms in both a stretch and an invitation which you readily accept; your sock clad feet quickly padding across the room as you settle into his lap. He circles his arms around your middle and lets out an appreciative hum as he breathes you in. 

“M’sorry.” You respond, and James’ brows furrow as he rests his chin on your shoulder and looks at you in bemusement.

“What’re you sorry for, sweetness?” 

You shrug the shoulder James’ chin isn’t currently resting on as you pull your bottom lip between your teeth. “I don’t know…that you haven’t seen me in forever.”

A tsking sound escapes James’ lips as he unwraps one hand from your waist in favour of freeing your lip from its current assault. “There’s nothing to be sorry for; we’ve both been busy, yeah?” 

You seem unconvinced but don’t bother voicing it; carding your hand through James’ curls as you begin to worry your poor lip again.

He lets you gather your thoughts before he asks “is there something on your mind?”

“Should we have sex?” You blurt rather suddenly, and James’ head actually rears back in shock, causing your hand to slide down his chest and into your lap. You turn bashful. “Do you want to have sex?” you quickly amend.

“I- we…sweetheart,” he stutters, “do you want to have sex?”

“We can have sex.” You agree quickly.

“That’s not what I asked, my love.” 

You look properly troubled now; brows furrowed as your eyes frantically search James’ face as though he were a live bomb and you were responsible for disabling it. He opted to press a delicate kiss to the tip of your nose before resting his chin on your shoulder as you considered him. 

“You’re not mad?” You nearly whisper, and James thinks he might cry, not just at the insinuation, but at the glassy quality your eyes took as you asked him. 

“Of course not, sweetheart. What on earth do I have to be upset about?” 

He can tell your shoulders are just itching to hike up in embarrassment as you begin fiddling nervously with the cuffs of the sleeves on your jumper. 

“Well, we just…I realised we haven’t had sex for a long time?”

A long time? It was currently… Friday, and James was pretty sure the two of you fell into bed together Sunday night after dinner at Sirius and Remus’ place. Actually, he was certain the two of you fooled around Sunday night, because you have given him shite for not even managing to help you get your dress off before he was ridding you of your knickers.

But even if that had been a long time…

“I don’t really think that’s true, angel. And even if it was, what right would I have to be upset about that?” 

You didn’t seem to have an answer for that. 

“Have you wanted to have sex?” He tries, and he can see the conflict on your face before you even voice it. “I don’t want you to say we can have sex, I want to know if you want to have sex.”

“I…” you start, gaping at him, “well…I mean, right now?”

He simply tilts his head at you. 

“Not… really? I mean, we c-”

“Nope, that’s all good. There’s no explanation required.” 

Words die on your lips as you nearly shake your head in disbelief. “We- so…you’re not mad?”

“I’m not mad.” 

“And… you’d tell me if you were?” 

“Yeah, sweetheart. Can I ask you a question, though?” He asks, continuing when you nod your head yes. “Where is this coming from?” 

“I…don’t really know.”

“Have I done something to make you think this is something I would be upset about?” He asks genuinely, heart cracking when you quickly shake your head in the negative, seemingly distressed over the thought of having offended him.

“No! No...I- you’ve been lovely; you’re lovely.” 

“You’d tell me if I did, though?” He asks, craning his neck in an attempt to meet your eyes. “If I’d done something to make you feel as though I’d be upset?”

“I would.” You agree, eyes turning pensive before a sorrowful sigh leaves your lips. “I’m sorry, I…it’s not you, it really isn’t.” 

James nods his head in understanding but doesn’t force you to elaborate, simply replacing your hand with his own when you begin picking aggressively at your nailbeds. 

“I think it’s one of those…leftovers.” You explain, looking at him with a crinkled nose as though the ghosts of past relationships deigning to haunt this precious thing you had with James was a disgusting thought. 

“Did someone make you feel bad if you…didn’t have sex?” 

You shift your head back and forth in a so-so way. “Sometimes. Or if it wasn’t very good or…exciting or, yeah…if I didn’t offer frequently enough.” 

James has a lot of thoughts about a lot of what just left your lips, but he tamps it down and takes a steadying breath as he simply embraces you tighter against his body; finding comfort in the fact that, at least now, you’re safe and settled with him. 

“You owe me nothing, sweetheart.” He murmurs into your shoulder, pressing a kiss to the space where your jumper gives way to skin before shifting you in his hold so that you were straddling his lap with no choice but to make eye contact with him. “Whatever you want, whenever you want it, okay? I like to think it’s very obvious when I’m putting the moves on you-”

He pauses to smile when you giggle; it had been his goal, but the sound surprises him anyway and he can’t help but relish in the warmth of it. 

“-so you never have to guess or assume or initiate in worry that I’m sitting here waiting or wanting for you, okay?”

“Okay.” You let out with a breath; smiling at James as though he were some generous and honourable soul for not expecting you to put out every night. James really thinks this thing between you two might be forever, but if godforbid he’s just a chapter in your life, he hopes that - if nothing else - he can raise your standards. 

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Jamie.” You say with a wide smile.

“Do you want to have sex, sweetheart?”

You let out another laugh that turns into an exhausted groan as you fall limp into his chest. “Honestly? I sort of want to order takeaway and just rot on the couch.” 

“Sounds like a plan, angel.” He says, leaning over to slam his laptop shut and patting your hip. “Off to the couch with you, I’ll order something for delivery.”

[bansheeboyy]

Cocky. That’s how I’d describe Kent, as his hookup cuffed him to the bed. He hadn’t expected her to be a kinky one, but definitely wasn’t disappointed, and he was as relaxed as always as she rubbed his shirtless torso sensually. He was gonna get the ride of a lifetime from one of the hottest chicks on UCMurton campus. Cheerleader for the other University in town; no strings attached, no social pressure to look perfect as the team captain. As always, everything worked out perfectly for Kent Burton.

He unloaded about his day, his coursework, the upcoming match, lulled into a deep sense of erotic relaxation by her gentle strokes. He could be calm around Tanya. Truly relaxed. He could count on one hand the number of times they’d hooked up, but he was beginning to trust her more than anyone. She always listened, and soothed his doubts like no one could.

When her phone rang, he expected her to hang up and carry on her doting, rolling those big amber eyes that always made his stomach flutter. Instead she picked up the phone, clambering off his almost nude body and sidled to the door. ‘Yep, he’s ready. You owe me big time, James.’ His puzzled questions fell on deaf ears as she left, closing the door behind her.

One minute passed. Then two. Three. Four. All the while Kent lay there cuffed to the bed, his throbbing boner beginning to deflate in his underwear. “Tanya, that’s not funny. Uncuff me!” He tested his bonds. The bed could shake but damn was it solid. He was worried now. This wasn’t a normal phone call. What had she meant by ‘he’s ready’?

The door burst open, Kent’s eyes wide as the room flooded with guys, some of whom he recognised instantly: football players from the rival university.

“Well well, if it isn’t Captain Kent Woods, tied and tented.” Cooed James Scott, quarterback of the Marlins, and famed loose cannon. He swaggered up to Kent’s prone, exposed form - currently making the bed shake with his frantic thrashing - and perched on the bed. “I really don’t know what you were thinking, Kent. You thought you could be banging our head cheerleader and I wouldn’t hear about it? Thought I wouldn’t mind?” James shook his head, amused. “Seems like someone let his cock do the thinking instead of his head.” And he gave Kent’s upright member a twang through the underwear, smiling at the bound man’s grunt of displeasured pleasure.

“Awww, don’t look so scared, Woods. This is gonna go real simple. We’re gonna ask you some questions, annd you’re gonna answer truthfully, and in detail. We do that for a while and then we can all go on with our lives. Maybe we can even persuade Tanya to come back in here and finish you off, huh? Those balls must be Smurf colored by now.” His eyebrows waggled suggestively. Kent looked cartoonishly furious: if it were physically possible, steam would be jetting out of his ears.

“And what makes you think I’d do anything you say, you FUCKING psycho! I’m gonna kick your fucking ass if you don’t untie me in the next ten seconds!” Kent roared, but even he could see he was on the back foot here, dressed in nothing but his boxers, outnumbered, securely bound. His threats were empty, and everyone in the room knew it. James smiled, and his posse of perverts crowded closer, looming over the bed, holding things behind their backs that Kent couldn’t see.

“Now now, Kenty-poo, there’s no need for threats. We’re all pals here, no?” His face was twisted into a sadistic grin. “Now, tell us your team’s game plan for the match. Tatics, faints, areas of focus. We’re just dying to know, aren’t we boys?”

Kent scowled. “Like I would ever tell you that you dumb fucking moro—OHN!” A flicker of something up his bare right sole, there one second and gone the next, tickling like a lightning bolt, making Kent jolt in his restraints.

James’ satisfied glow was stomach-turning, and Kent - if it was possible - was getting an even worse feeling about his predicament. “God I was hoping you’d say something like that. And judging by that reaction, I think you’re going to love what we’ve got in store for your, Cap’n Crunch.”

James placed his dextrous fingers in Kent’s wide open pits and held them still, while his gang bent down and brandished their hidden weapons: feathers, makeup brushes, feather dusters, hairbrushes - it was more than Kent could take in in one glance, but every one filled him with insidious dread as they were rested on his exposed skin.

“One last chance, Kent. Are you gonna be a good boy and answer our questions, or are we gonna have to loosen those lips the fun way?”

Kent gulped. He was ticklish. He knew that, had known it for years. And now a gaggle of his rivals was seemingly about to tickle every inch of him until he spilled the beans, spewing information that would ruin his team’s hard work and dedication. This was like a waking nightmare. “Do your worst, you pansies. My lips are sealed.”

Was that a flicker of begrudging admiration in James’ eye? If it was, it was drowning beneath his look of sadistic glee. Suddenly fingers started drilling into Kent’s pits, and sides, and ribs, and thighs, and feathers began to flit between his toes, brushes licking up and down his soles, and already the lad was desperately stifling his screams. “Mmmmphhhhhahaha holy FUCK. Holy FUHUHUHUck! AhahahHAHAHA! Jesus CHRIHIHIHST! Stohohohop, STOHOHOHOHOHP!!”

The quarterback leaned in close and whispered, torturously intimate. “That’s the right answer, oh captain, my captain. God, you are so fucking ticklish. Don’t break too quick though, Kenty. I’d hate for this to end too soon…”

-/-/-/-/-

Three hours, a wetting-himself close-call, an entire team training regime and game plan spilled, and one thorough shower later, and Kent was at his own desk, fully clothed, ashamed and exhausted, working on an emergency game plan. He was gonna have to work hard to counteract the detailed intel he’d reluctantly shrieked to the Murton Marlins under tickle torture, and explaining the reason for the changes to his team was gonna be even harder. All he could do was try his best, for his team’s sake. One thing was for certain: Kent’s cock was benched until further notice.

[fear-less]

Ok so I have a request///Sirius black x reader but reader is just really weird not like Luna lovegood type of weird cuz Luna love good it's like whimsical still weird but whimsical vibes but like reader it's kind of like mad Hatter vibes like for example show randomly start carrying a frog around on her head or she'll be in a conversation and randomly space out and then start talking about something completely off topic and really random Wonderland vibes so pretty much she's just really weird lol

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paring: sirius black x f!reader

➥ In which,Sirius Black finds himself captivated by the wonderfully eccentric (and slightly chaotic) reader, whose spontaneous, Wonderland-inspired ramblings and unexpected frog companion lead them on a whimsical adventure that’s as unpredictable as it is charming.

warnings: reader is a gryffindor (not mentioned but yeah), fluff ofc, whole lotta nonsense, reader is a #yapper, idk anything else..

a/n: this was way too fun to write, I love weird!reader sm bc lowkey... im the same way. cooked this up in like 2 hours.. ijbol🙏

1.7K words 

Sirius Black leaned against the wall, in front of the potions class as class had ended merely ten minutes ago,  his arms crossed and a smirk playing on his lips. He had been watching you for the last 5 minutes, not even paying attention to whatever James was telling him, trying to figure out exactly what you were doing.

You had just wandered in, miss matched shoes, with a small frog sitting happily atop your messy hair. The creature seemed to be perfectly content, its little legs dangling over your ear like a charming, offbeat accessory. You hummed a random tune to yourself, oblivious to the stares you were attracting.

"Is... is that a frog?" James Potter asked, looking over to Sirius.

"Yes, yes it is," Sirius replied, amused, his eyebrow raised. "And I’m starting to think it’s not the weirdest thing about her."

Although you two had talked no more than a few words to each other since first year, he had somewhat cared for you, maybe it was because he was the odd one out in his family and you're just the odd one out in the whole school..

You skipped over to the door where Sirius and James were currently standing, still humming your odd tune, and made your way into the class. The frog gave a tiny croak in response. Sirius shook his head, trying not to smile at your quirky nature.

He'd never quite figured you out. Not that he minded. In fact, he loved that about you.

The last time he’d tried to have a serious conversation with you, you’d abruptly gone off on a tangent about whether or not trees would prefer if humans walked on all fours, and if so, what kind of shoes they would wear. He had no idea how to respond. But that was you—weird. Completely unpredictable, like a puzzle with no instructions.

James and Sirius soon left when more and more people started entering the class. They made their way to the common room since they had a free period, which surprisingly was also their last class of the day. 

An hour and a half later, you made your way to the common room and danced your way to the couch,a couch near where he and James were sitting,  catching Sirius' gaze. Something about the way you stared at the fire, entranced, made him curious. He sauntered over to where you sat, leaning down to catch your eye.

"Hey, Y/N," Sirius said, his voice soft, "you good?"

You blinked up at him, your wide eyes almost glassy, as though you had just been pulled out of some distant, far-off dream.

"Oh, yes, of course!" you said, suddenly animated. "Did you know that turtles are like the original time travelers? I read somewhere that they can live for centuries, so... maybe they’ve seen things, you know? Like, really ancient things. What if they hold the secrets of the universe in their shells? Maybe we just need to ask them. Or—" You paused, looking at the frog, "—maybe this one has seen something, too. He looks wise. I trust him."

Sirius blinked a few times, unsure whether to laugh or just stare in disbelief. You were completely off the rails, but there was something endearing about it.

"You’ve got a lot of theories, don’t you?" he remarked, sitting down next to you.

You beamed, excited to have caught his attention. "Oh, Sirius! Theories are what make the world go round, don’t you think? Like, imagine if gravity was actually just a really strong magnet and the Earth was stuck to it like a fridge magnet!" You suddenly flung your arms out, almost hitting him in the process, but he ducked just in time.

"Careful, I don’t want to become the fridge magnet," Sirius teased, his lips curling into a grin.

"Of course not!" you giggled, your voice bright and airy. "You’re much too handsome to be a fridge magnet. I’d probably put you on the outside, though—just so I could look at you all the time, y’know?"

Sirius chuckled, but there was a softness in his gaze as he looked at you, the girl who could suddenly start rambling about frogs, turtles, or magnets at any given moment, and yet still manage to draw him in.

"You’re impossible," he said, but there was no real malice in his voice. It was affection, the way someone would say, “You’re so frustrating, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

You tilted your head and grinned, that spark of mischief lighting up your eyes. "And you’re very charming for someone who doesn't seem to understand the power of a well-placed frog."

Sirius raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "A frog, huh? Well, tell me, what’s its power?"

You glanced up at the frog on your head and nodded solemnly. "It’s the Guardian of Puddles. In every puddle it rests upon, it can create a tiny world, where everything is upside down. But only if the moon is full."

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Sirius Black leaned against the wall of the Gryffindor common room, his arms crossed and a smirk playing on his lips. He had been watching you for the last ten minutes, trying to figure out exactly what you were doing.

You had just wandered in, barefoot, with a small frog sitting happily atop your messy hair. The creature seemed to be perfectly content, its little legs dangling over your ear like a charming, offbeat accessory. You hummed a random tune to yourself, oblivious to the stares you were attracting.

"Is... is that a frog?" James Potter asked, looking over to Sirius.

"Yes, yes it is," Sirius replied, amused, his eyebrow raised. "And I’m starting to think it’s not the weirdest thing about her."

You danced over to the couch, still humming your odd tune, and plopped down with a soft plop. The frog gave a tiny croak in response. Sirius shook his head, trying not to smile at your quirky nature.

He'd never quite figured you out. Not that he minded. In fact, he loved that about you.

The last time he’d tried to have a serious conversation with you, you’d abruptly gone off on a tangent about whether or not trees would prefer if humans walked on all fours, and if so, what kind of shoes they would wear. He had no idea how to respond. But that was you—weird. Completely unpredictable, like a puzzle with no instructions.

Today, though, something about the way you stared at the fire, entranced, made him curious. He sauntered over to where you sat, leaning down to catch your eye.

"Hey, [Y/N]," Sirius said, his voice soft, "you good?"

You blinked up at him, your wide eyes almost glassy, as though you had just been pulled out of some distant, far-off dream.

"Oh, yes, of course!" you said, suddenly animated. "Did you know that turtles are like the original time travelers? I read somewhere that they can live for centuries, so... maybe they’ve seen things, you know? Like, really ancient things. What if they hold the secrets of the universe in their shells? Maybe we just need to ask them. Or—" You paused, looking at the frog, "—maybe this one has seen something, too. He looks wise. I trust him."

Sirius blinked a few times, unsure whether to laugh or just stare in disbelief. You were completely off the rails, but there was something endearing about it.

"You’ve got a lot of theories, don’t you?" he remarked, sitting down next to you.

You beamed, excited to have caught his attention. "Oh, Sirius! Theories are what make the world go round, don’t you think? Like, imagine if gravity was actually just a really strong magnet and the Earth was stuck to it like a fridge magnet!" You suddenly flung your arms out, almost hitting him in the process, but he ducked just in time.

"Careful, I don’t want to become the fridge magnet," Sirius teased, his lips curling into a grin.

"Of course not!" you giggled, your voice bright and airy. "You’re much too handsome to be a fridge magnet. I’d probably put you on the outside, though—just so I could look at you all the time, y’know?"

Sirius chuckled, but there was a softness in his gaze as he looked at you, the girl who could suddenly start rambling about frogs, turtles, or magnets at any given moment, and yet still manage to draw him in.

"You’re impossible," he said, but there was no real malice in his voice. It was affection, the way someone would say, “You’re so frustrating, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

You tilted your head and grinned, that spark of mischief lighting up your eyes. "And you’re very charming for someone who doesn't seem to understand the power of a well-placed frog."

Sirius raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "A frog, huh? Well, tell me, what’s its power?"

You glanced up at the frog on your head and nodded solemnly. "It’s the Guardian of Puddles. In every puddle it rests upon, it can create a tiny world, where everything is upside down. But only if the moon is full."

"Right," Sirius said with a dramatic nod. "So what are we waiting for, then? We should find the next puddle, moon or not."

"Exactly!" you exclaimed, suddenly standing up and nearly tripping over your own feet. The frog wobbled a bit but managed to hang on. "We must go! The universe needs us."

Sirius laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. "You’re completely mad. But I wouldn’t have you any other way."

You looked back at him, wide-eyed and playful. "Mad? Oh, I’m not mad at all, Sirius. I’m simply tuned to the rhythm of a different drum. It’s much more fun this way, don’t you think?"

He watched you for a moment, and then, without missing a beat, said, "Maybe I’ll start carrying around a frog too. You know, for balance."

You gave him a look of approval. "Good idea. We'll form a secret society of frog-bearers. We’ll rule the world, one puddle at a time."

Sirius just smiled, content. "Sounds perfect, puff."

[bradleysass]

Candles - @noblehouseofgay - word count: 650 - 25 Days of Jegumas

The frosty air bit at James Potter’s cheeks as he and Regulus stepped into the Bath & Body Works. The store was a sensory explosion: twinkling fairy lights strung along the shelves, festive music blaring from the speakers, and a staggering array of candles lined up in perfect rows.

“Alright,” James declared, clapping his hands together. “We’re here to find the perfect Christmas candle. Something warm, inviting, and appropriately festive for when the gang comes over. Easy, right?”

“Easy,” Regulus repeated, though his tone was skeptical. He tucked his hands into the pockets of his sleek black coat, surveying the store like a general strategizing before a battle.

James wasn’t intimidated. Candles? Candles were fun. He grabbed Regulus’s hand and led the way to the first display.

It didn’t take long for the trouble to start.

“What about this one?” James asked, uncapping a jar of Frosted Cranberry and taking a deep whiff.

The scent hit him like a rogue Bludger. The sweetness was cloying, the tartness unbearably sharp. His Animagus senses—which turned his nose into something far too canine at times—amplified the smell to an almost nauseating degree.

“Oh, Merlin.” James stumbled back, nearly knocking over a display of Winter Candy Apple lotions. “Why is it so strong?!”

Regulus quirked an eyebrow, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. “You didn’t think to account for your overly sensitive sense of smell?”

“No,” James admitted, pressing a hand to his forehead as he tried to regain his composure. “I didn’t think Bath & Body Works would be my downfall.”

Regulus sighed, taking the jar of Frosted Cranberry and sniffing it with far more restraint. “It’s not bad,” he said. “But it’s too fruity for Christmas.”

“Agreed,” James mumbled, leaning heavily on Regulus’s shoulder. “You’re in charge. I can’t do this. It’s like being trapped in a room full of scented fireworks.”

Regulus rolled his eyes but didn’t shrug James off. Instead, he gently guided his overwhelmed boyfriend through the store, deftly navigating past crowds of shoppers.

“Here,” Regulus said, plucking a jar of Fresh Balsam from a shelf. He opened the lid and held it up for James, who recoiled instinctively.

“I’m not sniffing it!” James declared, dramatically throwing an arm over his eyes.

“Fine, I’ll describe it,” Regulus said, his tone dry but affectionate. “It smells like a Christmas tree. Woodsy, crisp, just the right amount of pine. Not overpowering.”

“That sounds nice,” James admitted, still clinging to Regulus for dear life.

“Good, because it’s going in the basket.” Regulus dropped the jar in, his movements efficient as always. “Let’s find one or two more and get you out of here before you pass out.”

The next stop was the Holiday Bakery section. Regulus picked up a jar labeled Vanilla Bean Noel and uncapped it. “Smells like sugar cookies,” he reported after a cautious sniff.

“Sold,” James said weakly. “If it smells like food, it’ll make Sirius happy.”

“You’re lucky you have me,” Regulus teased, though there was warmth in his voice as he tucked James closer.

“I really, really am,” James agreed, letting Regulus lead him toward the register.

By the time they left the store, James was clutching a bag of candles like it was a victory trophy, leaning heavily on Regulus for support.

“We’re never doing that again,” James groaned.

“Agreed,” Regulus replied, though his smirk suggested he’d found the whole ordeal amusing. “Next time, we’re shopping online.”

As they walked back to their car, the first snowflakes of the evening began to fall. James looked up, his nausea already fading as the cool air cleared his senses.

“Hey, Reggie?”

“Yes, James?”

“You’re the best boyfriend ever.”

Regulus chuckled, slipping an arm around James’s waist. “Don’t forget it, Potter.”

And with that, the two of them headed home, their Christmas candles in tow, ready to make their house smell like the coziest holiday ever.

[spiritussancto1]

Adventure!

Jegulus multiverse microfic wordcount-959

James has an idea for a date. Regulus does not like surprises.

May 25, 1978 2pm:

  Regulus’ coin glowed warm just as he was dozing off in History of Magic. A portable sun in his pocket. Glad of the distraction, he casually pulled the coin out and started playing with it like he was stimming. He glanced around the room. No one was looking. The coin read,

  “I got you a surprise! 

  Can you come on an 

   adventure tonight?”

  Reg felt his heart rate pick up. An adventure with James Potter could mean anything from earning a month of detention pulling a prank, to playing with a roomful of puppies, to getting wasted out of bounds. It wasn't hard to re-etch the coin unobtrusively, you just needed to form the full message clearly in your mind as you cast the spell silently. And hold your wand so it’s not obvious. And cough or otherwise make a little noise to cover the scratching for the moment it takes. Ok, it’s a little bit hard. He wouldn’t have trusted everyone with one but he’d made one for James and Pandora. Bats and Rosie would be hurt if they knew. He had them carefully marked to prevent sexting Panda by accident but he always triple checked if he sent anything scandalous. 

  “What kind of adventure?”

         “It’s a surprise!

managed to get something 

  it’s given me a great idea

            Trust me?”

It took nearly ten min for Reg to respond.

  “time/place?”

 

 “One eyed witch statue

      3rd floor, east wing

                10pm”

This was not a good idea.

10pm:

  “Psst,” hissed the stone witch

  “James?” Reg whispered, looking around. A grinning curly head ducked out from behind the statue and Regulus slipped in next to him quietly. “What are we doing here?” he hissed

  “Look what I managed to nick from Slughorn's office this morning,” James said conspiratorially, and he pulled out a small paper bag with a few strands of some kind of seaweed.

  “You nicked gillyweed. Why did you nick gillyweed?”

  “Thought it might be fun for a prank but now I have a much better idea,” James said confidently, keeping his voice down

  “What, are we going to go play with the giant squid?” Regulus whispered sarcastically.

James winked at him, “Almost. But let's get out of the open,” he said. He tapped the witch saying, “Dissendium,” and the back of the statue slid open revealing a narrow doorway and steep stone stairs. James made a dramatic and overly polite gesture for Reg to proceed him.

  “And where does that go?” Reg eyed James and the dark passageway, considering.

  “Find out?” and James is grinning

Reg hesitates but they are already out after hours. Fuck it. He climbs into the narrow entrance and goes down a few stairs before turning to James who slipped in behind him and was standing very close when the door slid closed. They were in total darkness for a moment before they both lit their wands

  “How far down does this go?”

  “40 feet? Maybe 50?”

  “And then?”

  “Adventure”

  “You’re impossible,” Reg grumped but he went down anyway. As they descended, the walls got damp and slimy. “Where are we going, Potter?” Reg asks darkly when they’re about halfway down

  “Well I know you like art galleries. Have you ever been to an aquarium?”

  “There’s one in the little muggle city near the Scotland manor. It’s alright. What does that have to do...with...gilly...weed?” Reg trails off, hoping this wasn’t going where he thinks it might be going.

  “Well I know of a really impressive one!” James is nearly bouncing, he's so excited. He takes Regulus’s hand as the passage levels out, playing with his fingers.

  “It’s 10pm Potter. Any aquarium is going to be closed on a Thursday”

  “I know”

  “And we aren’t allowed to go sightseeing in the muggle world during term”

  “We certainly are not”

  “And we can’t aparate out of Hogwarts”

  “No we can’t,” James says cheerfully. It was getting a bit annoying actually.

  “Where are we bloody going James?”

  “Hogsmeade!” James crows, as if that explains everything

  “You don’t actually have a plan at all do you?” Reg suggests flatly. Not that he minded just being here. In a smelly underground tunnel after hours. He probably should mind.

  “Of course I do! I put work into this!”

  “You came up with this idea 8 hours ago”

  “And I’ve put 8 hours of research and planning and supply acquisition into it since then!”

  “Hmmm,” Reg muttered noncommittally. 

  They walked in silence for a few min.

  Reg sighed. “What are we doing in Hogsmeade with gillyweed?”

  “Aparating to Rostock”

  “Rostock. In Germany,” Regulus said flatly.

  “In Germany,” James says happily

  “I should probably learn to just go with your harebrained schemes, shouldn’t I?”

  “Probably, yes”

  “I don’t know how to get to Rostock,” Regulus points out, a half-assed excuse.

  “And I will side-along you. You trust me, don’t you?”

  “To aparate me across the continent in the middle of the night when you won’t explain what we’re doing?” James just smiles and Reg softens, against his better judgement. “....I can’t believe I’m doing this,” but the corners of his mouth were twitching and his heart pounded at the idea of running away with James in the middle of the night. 

  “You know, Remus said that all the time in 1st year,” James tossed out as he turned to face Reg. They stopped at the bottom of another slimy narrow stairway. “Ready?” and he started to put his arms around the smaller boy, hesitating before actually touching him. Regulus took a deep breath, looking into James’ sparkling hazel eyes and nodded. James could have just taken his hand but he envelops Regulus in his arms, wrapping him close and safe and he spins them into the suffocating darkness.

I am actually going somewhere with this. not sure if i should have published this bit along with the next bit instead of on its own but anyone actually reading this feel free to tell me what you prefer.

James does indeed have a plan. it's adorable, if ill-advised. he gets to be a little shit in service of being the most romantic boyfriend ever

[tealeavesandtrash]

🎄 Sweet Dreams of Holly and Ribbon: Part 7 - 9 Days Until Christmas 🎄

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“I just don’t understand why I have to dress up as well.” Sirius mutters as he pulls at the collar of his top. It’s a truly horrendous elf outfit - gaudy green and red and completely unnecessary.

“It’s a Potter family tradition,” James replies cheerfully, completely unaware  - or more likely uncaring - of Sirius’ plight. 

“Since when?”

“Since now.”

Sirius glares at James which, given his current get-up, isn’t intimidating at all. Lily’s Mrs Claus costume is understandable with James as Santa (they have always been suckers for matching costumes) and to be fair the dress fits her well and actually looks good, while Harry is the epitome of adorable as he runs around in his reindeer onesie. The three of them would make an annoying adorable family photo.

And then there's Sirius who would currently make a very good Will Ferrel in a knock-off Elf reboot. James is a master of roping people into his schemes which Sirius never had an issue with when they were in school and the schemes were causing as much mayhem as possible. But now those schemes involve Sirius playing dress up while James makes his - incredibly important - debut as Santa Claus for the Christmas Fete. And Sirius had been so close to resisting until James pulled the trump card and announced mournfully that Harry was looking forward to them all matching and it would ruin the Christmas magic if Sirius didn’t at least try. 

So Sirius gets stuck with an hour of elf duties, left alone to manage the queue to Santa’s grotto while Lily does a lap of the stalls with Harry. It’s not the worst thing in the world, the kids seem to love it and it’s certainly a conversation starter for some of the parents, but hat is itchy and bells jangle every time he moves.

When Lily returns she also has Teddy and Remus in tow. Remus just gives him a knowing smirk when he clocks the costume while Lily hands Harry over.

“He only has £5 spending money,” she tells him sternly. “Don’t let him spend it all on sweets and don’t spoil him.”

There’s a lapse of awkward silence after Sirius is relinquished from grotto duty and they set off, the normal buffer of Harry and Teddy absent as the two of them scamper ahead.  The second he’s able, Sirius rips the hat off and shoves it into his jacket pocket.

“So,” Remus says slowly. “Is that better or worse than the jumper?”

“Don’t rub it in,” Sirius groans at the reminder. “I am really sorry about that, I should have apologised sooner.”

Remus eyes him curiously for a minute before shrugging it off. “It’s okay. I know they're hideous. I’m pretty sure James is pandering me by wearing it, but he’s so sincere I can’t tell.”

“Trust me, he genuinely loves it.”

“Well play your cards right and you might get one next year.”

“Is that a threat Mr Lupin?”

“I think that outfit alone is karma enough.”

“Yeah well, I would have been Mrs Claus if Lily had let me.”

Remus is still watching him carefully. “Do you have the legs to pull off that skirt?”

“I know you’re joking Lupin, but I will have you know I used to have a very promising drag career.”

Remus snots, “What happened? Did someone push you down the stairs, ruin your career and take the lead?”

Sirius pauses a moment. “Was that a Showgirls reference?”

“Don’t know what you mean,” Remus shrugs with a sly smile. “So who Nomi-ed you?”

Sirius huffs a laugh. “Fucking hell you’re full of surprises aren’t you.”

Remus’ lips quirk up more at the comment, eyebrow raised. 'Language’ he mutters, head jerking slightly to Teddy even though the kid is too wrapped up in the tombola stall to pay attention to their conversation. 

Sirius watches Remus as he gently ushers Teddy along before he spends all his pocket money on the one stall. There’s something about him that Sirius can’t quite figure out, Minerva wasn’t kidding when she said there was more to him than meets the eye. Every time they meet it's like another piece of the puzzle gets unlocked and all Sirius wants to do is find all the pieces and complete the Remus Lupin jigsaw. 

He has to take a couple of strides to catch up with them, who have moved onto a guess-the-number-of-jellybeans-in-the-jar completion. 

“For the record,” he carries on, “it wasn’t anything nearly that dramatic. I just stopped when I joined my dad's company.”

“Well surely the work hours didn’t clash,” Remus says, glancing back over to Sirius. 

“No, but apparently that sort of side gig promotes a bad image of the company.” 

Remus frowns. “That doesn’t seem fair.”

Sirius shrugs. “It is what it is.”

“That doesn’t make it okay, Sirius. That’s blatant discrimination.”

“Yeah I know,” Sirius heaves a sigh. “But pick your battles and all that.”

Remus is staring at him intently now like he’s trying to unpick the deeper implication of the words and Sirius has to drop his gaze under the scrutiny that leaves him exposed to the emotional vulnrabilty. Tentatively, Remus reaches out and gives Sirius’ hand a gentle squeeze. “I’m sorry you have to put up with that,” he says quietly enough for only Sirius to hear.

Sirius squeezes back. He swallows thickly, letting their hands stay clasped for a little longer than maybe they should before eventually dropping his hand and crouching down next to Teddy who is staring intently at the large jar of jellybeans. 

“So,” he whispers conspiringly. “How many do you think there are?”

Teddy has a deep-set look of concentration. “Ten thousand,” he says with utmost certainty. 

Sirius lets out a low whistle. “Wow, that’s a lot. I think I’m going to go with ten thousand and one.”

Teddy giggles. “You can’t guess that, it’s too close to mine!”

“Hm, ten thousand and two?”

Teddy shakes his head again. 

“Ten thousand and three?”

At that Teddy pauses, thinks it over, and gives his nod of agreement. 

He watches with earnest as Sirius carefully fills out their names and guesses on the answer sheet. And, when Remus goes to pay for their entries, Sirius quickly cuts in.  “I’ve got it, half of it’s mine,” he says as he bats Remus’ hand away. 

“I can’t expect you to go around paying for my kid.”

Sirius just shrugs. “It’s fine, any friend of Harry’s is a friend of mine and all that.”

Remus doesn’t argue with that, although Sirius suspects it may be to just avoid causing a scene. Still, he fixes Sirius with a look that he can’t quite decipher as he hands over the money to the stall owner. It makes the hair on the back of his neck prickle. 

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Marauders Christmas Shopping Headcanons

So this is low-key inspired by my friend and I Christmas shopping the other day. We always joke that we're very James and Remus coded haha. Let me know any other ideas you have for this! Also if you'd like me to make more headcanons.

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I feel like James is quite a chaotic person in general and I imagine Christmas shopping would be no exception.

One of James' main love languages is gifts and he loves buying things for people so this is his favourite Christmas tradition.

He rocks up to the shopping center with absolutely no plan, just vibes.

He's the kind of person to just follow his heart when it comes to presents and somehow he never misses. He just looks around until he finds something he thinks the person will like and makes an impulse purchase.

He probably gets distracted looking at something he wants for himself in the process.

Makes his friends wait while he tries on a bunch of clothes.

"James, you don't need to by that. It's literally about to be Christmas." "But Remus it's so cool!"

He's the kind of person who would think he found the perfect gift for someone but then see something else he thinks they'll like and just have to buy that for them as well.

Ends up buying like 4 presents for each person.

Thank god he has money.

Remus I feel is the polar opposite of that.

He's extremely thoughtful and probably plans out what he wants to get everyone in advance.

I feel like he'd probably even make notes throughout the year of things his friends and family mention they like/want so he can reference it later.

He's very methodical about his shopping. He knows exactly what shops he wants to visit and what he's going going to purchase.

He probably has a well-thought out budget as well as to what he's willing to spend on each gift.

He's a quick and efficient sort of guy and ends up getting all of his gifts in the first hour of the trip.

He then spends the rest of the time being dragged around by his friends (particularly James).

Unfortunately I don't think Sirius would be particularly into Christmas.

Because of everything with his family, it's never been a very nice time of year for him (until he went to live with James, that is.)

It wasn't until then that Sirius actually started enjoying the holidays.

So he's very new to the whole happy, wholesome Christmas thing.

He pretends to be annoyed about having to buy things for people but secretly he enjoys it.

He's a complete show off with presents. He always buys ridiculously expensive gifts for people and pretends it's nothing.

"Do you think she'd like that?" *points to a 24k gold, diamond necklace*

He'd get really bored after a couple of hours and start to complain, like how little kids do when their Mum drags them along for shopping.

He has absolutely no patience whatsoever.

He'd probably need to go on several trips before all his shopping is done.

He would just end up flirting with all the retail workers by the end of it.

He and James would probably do something stupid like knocking over a display or something and end up getting kicked out of the mall.

(Additionally, I feel like when Harry is born, he'd always spoil him on Christmas and Birthdays with insanely expensive presents from "Uncle Padfoot" that James and Lily would scold him for.)

Peter is an overthinker to his core.

I think Christmas shopping would stress him out.

He wants to get everyone the perfect present but he can't make up his mind about what he should by.

Probably makes the group go back to the same shops multiple times because he can't decide if he should buy that item he saw in there or not.

(Something all the boys would moan about)

Stares at an item for like 20 minutes umming and ahing over whether or not to get it for someone.

Remus and James try to help him decide but give him completely opposing advice which just confuses him more.

Remus: Do you remember them mentioning that they'd like something like that? Did you get them to write you a Christmas list?

James: None of that matters. Just go with your gut. When you see the right thing, you'll know.

Peter: aaaaaahhhh.

Finally buys something but then changes his mind 10 minutes later and returns it.

He'd end up leaving the trip with nothing and would have to come back and try again another day.

Lily, I imagine would be a very practical gift giver.

She and James would balance each other out because while James buys a lot of really fun, thoughtful gifts for people, Lily would buy them stuff they actually need.

She has go-to shops she visits every year.

She's been known to buy people things like household appliances, dishware, pieces of clothing or new sporting equipment (particularly for James.)

Everything she buys is really really good quality.

Although it's slightly less exciting than some might think, it's always very personalized and thoughtful.

I feel like Mary loves making people homemade presents.

That or she does something really personal like framing a picture of their friend group or making a scrapbook.

She's very sentimental and her gifts are as well.

I feel like she probably crochets things for people for some reason.

Marlene without fail, buys every single one of her friends a joke present.

She also probably cracks up laughing at their expression when they open it.

James always loves it.

One year she bought him an apron that said "May I suggest the sausage?" and he unironically wore it every time he was in the kitchen (much to Lily's dismay).

[ultravioletbrit]

“allergic” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 543 words

“buying gifts” - 25 Days of Jegumas - Day 4 - @noblehouseofgay

“It’s not that I’m bad at buying gifts. It’s just that James is so good at it. And I really want to get him something special, I just don’t know what that is.” Regulus is sitting on Barty’s couch and drops his head in his hands.  

“We could just go to the mall and walk around and see if you get any—" Barty starts to suggest.

“No!” Regulus cuts him off firmly. “We are not going to the mall.”   

“Oh, sorry, I forgot you’re allergic to social interaction.” Barty says sarcastically.  

“You say that like it’s not true. I would break out in hives, and you know it.” Regulus tells him. “Plus, the mall this time of year sounds like my worst nightmare… and yours.”

“Okay, fair point.” Barty agrees.

“And I don’t think I would find anything there anyway. Nothing that would be good enough.” Regulus sighs.

Barty flops down on the couch, clearly done with this conversation. “Just sign him up for a Wine of the Month Club and be done with it.”

“What the hell is a Wine of the Month Club?” Regulus asks.

“I don’t know. I guess they send you different wines every month so you can try ones you’ve never had.”

Regulus looks at him incredulously for a moment. “That sounds ridiculous.” He says dryly and Barty just shrugs. “You are no help at all.”

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Regulus is sitting on the floor in front of James biting his lip nervously as he watches James read the card he gave him. James furrows his eyebrows slightly then slowly looks up at Regulus.

“Love… I’m not sure what a Date of the Month Club is?” James asks gently.  

“It’s a stupid name, I know. But I couldn’t think of anything else to call it.” Regulus say quickly.

“Okay.” James chuckles fondly. “But I still don’t know what it is?”

Regulus is quiet for a moment but eventually he takes a deep breath and says, “Okay, so next year, once a month, every month, I’m going to take you on a surprise date and each one is going to be something we’ve never done before, so we can… try new things together.” Regulus explains hesitantly, avoiding eye contact with James. With every word he says he’s becoming more and more anxious as he realizes this was a ridiculous idea.  

Evidently, James feels the same way because he hasn’t said a word and just keeps looking from the card to Regulus and back again. After a long moment, Regulus can’t take the silence anymore.

“I’m sorry.” He blurts out. “Is this stupid? This is stupid. I’m sorry. It’s ridiculous. I know it’s—"

“I love you, so much.” James says slowly cutting off Regulus’ rambling.

“What?” Regulus finally makes eye contact with James.

“This is amazing!” He tells Regulus. “This is so cool! Oh, I am so excited! We are going to have so much fun!—” Now it’s James’ turn to ramble.

“Really? You like it?” Regulus asks quietly.

“Reg…” James reaches out and pulls Regulus onto his lap, wrapping his arms around his waist. “I love this.” James leans in and kisses Regulus. James pulls back to look into Regulus’s eyes. “Thank you.” He whispers.

Regulus has a small, sheepish smile when he whispers, “You’re welcome.”     -

[sunonwaxyleaves]

After hanging out with Sirius’ little brother for a few months now - sometimes the three of them but more and more just the two of them - James first realizes he’s in love with Regulus on a summer night with cheeks warm from sunburn and sweet red wine. They’re on an old leather couch at a party Sirius is throwing at the Potter’s beach house, and Regulus rests his head on James’ shoulder with a deep, heavy sigh. Absolutely plastered, he mutters in defeat, “I think I’m now ready to admit that I’ve probably missed my chance at becoming a mermaid.” James wants to laugh until his stomach cramps, wants to kiss him on his peeling lips and point out that Regulus turns 21 in just one week, what does he mean he’s willing to admit this now, but instead he shrugs lightly and rests his head on Regulus’. He says in that cocky voice of his that makes far too many people swoon, “You’d be the prettiest mermaid of them all” and Regulus would roll his eyes even though James couldn’t see, he’d bury his head further into James’ neck, and tell him “Yeah, James, obviously”.

And then a week would pass, the morning of Regulus’ 21st birthday, and he’d wake up before anyone else and sneak out of the house for his morning run. Sometimes on the really hot days, like the day of his 21st birthday, he’d cool off in the ocean before walking back to the house, the walk long enough to let the sun dry him a bit.

Except this time was different.

Regulus runs and jumps into the ocean, does a few slow strokes atop the rolling waves, then promptly begins to scream bloody murder in the blink of an eye; his legs have become so heavy it’s as if an overweight adult man is clinging to him. He twists and turns his body, lifts his cement legs up to see what the fuck is going on, freezes, starts drowning, then screams even as his mouth fills with saltwater.

Where his legs are supposed to be - where they used to be - there is now a beautiful emerald mermaid tail with scales that glitter tiny rainbows like the polish on his finger nails.

A mile away, the split second Regulus screams the first time, James wakes from a deep slumber with a gasp so sharp it throws him into a coughing fit. He drinks from the glass of water on his bedside table and grabs his phone before leaning back onto the fluffy pillows, pulling up his messages to text the birthday boy.

(7:02am) Happy birthday Reggie!!!! 21 WOOHOO!!!!!

(7:03am) Are u back from ur run?? Do u want blueberry or chocolate chip pancakes?

(7:04am) Had the craziest dream last night. Need to tell u all about it over some Potter Pancakes(;

(7:26am) Reggie??

(7:38am) Sirius said u never came back from ur run is everything okay???

(7:41am) Ur freaking me out Reg can u pls respond

(7:55am) Wherever u are: STAY THERE

(7:55am) I’m coming to find u. Call me when u see these, pls pls please

(8:06am) Where the fuck are you, Regulus?????

[resident-gay-bitch]

little rich boy sirius who gets disowned and can barely survive without his expensive brands and the basic human need to eat at least once a day meeting the entirely too generous james potter who just falls for the vanity and sincerity of the reformed rich boy and decides that once sirius stops caring about brands and status and rich boy things and just cares about what matters in life he decides to spoil his boyfriend to pieces because he’s secretly sitting on a fucking fortune