#hopeful james

[lulublack90]

Prompt 21 - Rest

@jegulus-microfic October 21, Word count 114

Little bit NSFW

James picked the naked, sweat-covered, blissed-out Regulus from the thick, soft rug in front of the fireplace and took him over to the bed, the room of requirement provided for him when he asked for it and slid them between the cool, welcoming sheets. Regulus rolled over and tucked himself into James’s side. James grinned down at him, wrapping his arm around him and pressing a kiss to the crown of his head as the fire burnt to a warm glow and the candles dimmed into darkness so they could both rest a while before they had to be back in their dorm rooms. James dreamed of the day they wouldn’t have to leave. 

[thelooniemoonie]

Hbomberguy right before obliterating James Somerton's career:

[jhellybazoingzoing]

Im gonna kill them both

[mischievous-thunder]

Logan's drunken monologue after realising how hard he's fallen for Wade and there's no way but to surrender and let the power of love guide him

[shitpostenjoyer98]

the bride and the ugly ass groom

[arcturism]

Red string of fate AU but the first time James pulls at the thread lightly and Regulus feels it he gets absolutely paralyzed and on the verge of a breakdown because until that moment he’d been sure he was not destined to be loved by anyone.

After that (and because there was no response from Regulus’ side and James is a stubborn man), James starts to play with the string a lot and Regulus gets so used to the feeling that it becomes a familiar sensation that grounds him in the worst moments.

So when he’s at a party and James hasn’t played with the thread for a while, Regulus uncertainly pulls at it for the first time just to make sure he’s okay and James is very happy about it and also a little bit tipsy so he starts ranting without checking to the first person he sees, that being Regulus himself because they’re actually at the same party.

[toorumlk]

i just like drawing them being best friends

[knightofleo]

Angela Orosco Silent Hill 2

[thesweetestofdreams]

black cat confessions

poly!marauders x reader

warnings: patching up bruised knuckles very pg allusions to violence

a/n Times are tough so please enjoy a sleepy drabble with a slightly whimsical reader who will always defend her boyfriends

“Hello gorgeous, where’ve you been?” James asked as you came into the boys’ dorm. It wasn’t like you to be so late, unless of course a portrait got to talking. You could never turn down a good story, no matter how many times you heard it. 

“Detention,” you said. This garnered the attention of all three of your boyfriends. Remus set down his book, he had been trying to read instead of worrying about you, and Sirius ceased spinning his wand in his hand. James sat up from where he was laying on his bed. Oblivious to their shock you dropped your bag onto the floor.

“Detention?” James asked at the same time Sirius said “You’re joking.”

“Yeah,” you said, sounding almost as confused as they were. 

“May we ask why?” said Remus abandoning his book. 

“Well Barty said that black cats were bad luck, which is rather rude.” You fell onto Remus’s unmade bed, arms flopping on either side of you. 

“And how did that turn into detention for you?” Sirius asked as patient as could be, a trait reserved almost especially for you.

You rolled onto your stomach yawning as you rested your chin on your hand. “I told him that was hardly true but he wouldn’t give it up.” You were interrupted with another yawn. “Then he said the worst bad luck was black dogs. You could never be bad luck, Siri.”

Sirius could pretty much feel himself melting. James, as endearing as you were, was practically on the edge of his seat ready to find out what on earth their sweet girl could do to warrant detention. Remus was getting tired just looking at you and he had to fight the urge to join you where you lay.

“Well then he started talking about werewolves and of course he had nothing nice to say and he was looking right at me, so I punched him.” Just like before you were completely oblivious to the shock your statement caused. 

“You punched him?” Remus asked, and despite your tired eyes being closed you could hear the smile in his voice. The boys shared a conspiratorially prideful look. 

“He wasn’t mad. I think he thought it was funny.” 

“Sounds like he had it coming,” Sirius said, fully in agreement. 

“Professor Slughorn was mad though,” you mused.

“Merlin, what I would have given to see his face.” James laughed at just the thought. 

“I bet he went red head to toe,” Sirius added. You smiled in tired amusement. The sound of their laughs made your chest buzz, warm and full. 

“Punching people hurts,” you said looking down at your hand.

The energy of the room shifted as the amusement died down. Remus was already making his way to you, pulling your hand into his lap as he sat on the bed next to you. You didn’t fight him. He tsked at the sight of your knuckles and your fingers were dry and cracked. He turned them over in his hands ever so gently. 

“Slughorn made me wash all of the potion bottles,” you offered in explanation.

James wordlessly pulled a small first aid kit from Remus’s nightstand, while Sirius grabbed a set of pajamas they kept for you. Caring for eachother was a well practiced routine. It was an achingly good feeling to be taken care of. 

Remus spread dittany over your knuckles and any deep cracks, careful never to press too hard. James pulled off your shoes, and Sirius turned down the lights grumbling softly to himself when James reminded him of an early morning quidditch match. 

“You can sleep with me then,” Remus whispered loudly, teasing as he softly wrapped a bandage over your knuckles.

“Now this is just torturous,” Sirius groaned from his bed. James threw a pillow at him across the room. “I’m keeping this.” 

After some coaxing from Remus, you summoned enough willpower to stand and change into your pajamas. From across the room, you saw James dive into bed with Sirius who held the pillow above his head. James pinched at Sirius's waist earning a withering look from him that quickly dissolved into lazy smiling kisses. 

Finally you were lying in bed with your head on Remus’s chest. You could hear his heartbeat thump beneath you, the steady rhythm and warmth lulling you to sleep better than any lullaby. You weren’t helped by the slow circles he drew into your back. 

“Thanks for defending me, brave girl,” Remus said into your hair. 

Fighting a yawn you said, “you would have done the same for me.”

He would have done worse for you, and he would spend the rest of everyday grateful for the love he’s found.

[alonetogether]

[puppy-eyes-wilson]

old yaoi couple save me

zoom ins ig + scared puppy wilson

[daunart]

my whole life, all anyone's ever wanted was to possess me

[innoctemastra]

X-Men renascence means cherik has reentered my brain.

The break was for sure longer than just one game of chess.

[everything-just-peachy]

Quick question I’m new here

Does Wilson always do this fuck ass pose or am I crazy?

[mischievous-thunder]

Logan, a few hours after he got kidnapped:

Also Logan, a couple of days later he got kidnapped:

Much, much later:

[petrapng]

pictures of wolverine where his hair makes him look like a little kittycat