#james pleading

[lulublack90]

Prompt 22 - Risky

@jegulus-microfic September 22, Word count 107

“Come on, Reg,” James hummed in his ear. “We won’t get caught,” Regulus moaned as James kissed his way down his neck. 

“No, James, it’s too risky,” But he didn’t sound too convinced. 

“Please,” James pleaded again, sucking a little bruise into Regulus’s delicate skin.

“Ugh, fine,” Regulus conceded, and James stepped back from where he had him pressed against the wall in the alcove behind the one-eyed witch. 

“Brilliant,” He beamed, “Dissendium,” He chanted as he tapped the statue with his wand and bundled his boyfriend into the secret passageway so they could join the rest of the Marauders for a night at the Hog’s Head.

[cynsbasement]

This ones kinda old lmfao

set the girl free ple

[hxlda-hxlda]

does anybody wanna start a book club but we just read marauders fanfiction?? i can offer snacks on the off chance you live down the road. if you aren’t in snack range i can offer. uhh. friendship.

[static-radio-ao3]

jegulus microfic // words: 720 // cw: mentions of blood (super minor though)

a halloween party gone wrong. or, if you ask james, a halloween gone just right.

“Ow,” James whines when Regulus presses the cotton pad to the scratch on his cheek.

Regulus’ eyes flit to James’ briefly, concern swimming in them, but his voice is cold when he says, “Stop talking.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” Regulus mutters. “Be quiet.”

He succeeds, for a moment. Lets the only thing between them be the sound of their breathing, James’ more labored than Regulus’. The party filters in through the gap beneath the bathroom door, a song James doesn’t recognize and a tangle of voices.

Sirius and Remus’ bathroom is a familiar one, although James usually sees it from the floor with his head over the toilet, but the lights in here are too bright, too white, compared to the multicolored strobing outside.

He’d found Sirius and Remus on the makeshift dance floor dressed as Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf, respectively. Terribly cliché of them. And terribly horny.

He’d found Regulus there too. But then again, James’ eyes always seem to find Regulus, whether he wants them to or not.

Regulus, dressed in all-white and white-hot fury coming off him in waves. James doesn't know what the other guy said but it only took him half a second to step in, guns blazing and arms swinging.

And maybe he should be at least a little embarrassed, but all he could think of at the moment was the twist of Regulus' mouth, hurt tugging at the corners.

The silence stretches about as long as it takes Regulus to pull a band-aid out of the first-aid kit he has balanced on his lap and to peel off the back.

“I’m sorry,” James tries again. “I know I shouldn’t have—”

He’s glad when Regulus interrupts him because he doesn’t quite feel like lying, despite the devil’s ears perched in his hair.

“No, you shouldn’t have. I can take care of myself, you know. Don’t need you throwing punches to defend my honor.”

James suspects Regulus applies the band-aid with a bit more force than strictly necessary, but beggars can’t be choosers and no one else seems to be jumping at the chance to patch James up.

“I know, but what else was I supposed to do?” He winces, the words tugging at the split skin of his lip. He lifts a hand to check if his mouth is still bleeding, and sees that his knuckles are covered in blood too.

Regulus impatiently bats James’ hand away and douses another cotton pad in disinfectant. It stings when Regulus presses it against his lip, but he knows better than to complain.

“You’re crazy,” Regulus mutters.

“And you’re beautiful,” James says without missing a beat. Because he is. Dressed like an angel, a halo resting atop his jet black curls and wings sitting crooked on his back.

Like he took a tumble out of heaven and right into James’ lap.

Regulus doesn’t dignify that with a response, merely shakes his head. It dislodges the halo a little, and James gently straightens it.

He leaves his hands in Regulus’ hair for a moment too long, the strands so soft under his fingertips that silk and satin seethe with envy.

“All patched up,” Regulus tells him, but he makes no move to get up from where he is perched on the edge of the bathtub. He’s sitting so close that his knees press into James’ thigh. That James could count his lashes if he wanted to.

(He wants to.)

“Kiss it better?” James asks, emboldened by the proximity and by the liquor in his veins. He is mostly certain he won’t get punched in the mouth all over again, but it really could go either way.

“You’re the worst.” But the words lack any real heat. Regulus’ eyes flutter. Not quite shut, but half-lidded and hazy. “I told you to stop talking.”

James’ gaze gets stuck on the way Regulus tucks his bottom lip between his teeth, the way his cheeks pinken and his pupils widen.

It takes him another second, maybe two, to get his brain to reboot enough to string together half a sentence.

The words spill from his mouth and he wants to swallow them back down immediately. Maybe Regulus was right. Maybe he should stop talking, but he can’t help it. Can’t help himself.

“Make me.”

And Regulus does.

[impossiblekittydelusion]

Ever notice the puppy eyes that House only ever gives Wilson?

Look at him! look at those fucking pleading looks! What is wrong with him!! How can u look at your boy bestie like that MULTIPLE TIMES AN EPISODE!!

[addsalwayssick]

The real way Sirius and James became friends

[Its cold outside, and James’s nose is bright red]

11 yr old Sirius: You look like Rudolph the red nose reindeer

11 yr old James: That’s hurtful

Sirius: Sorry

James: it’s okay

Sirius:

James:

Sirius: can we be best friends

James: sure

Sirius: okay

James: meet me at my house in 20 minutes

Sirius: i don’t know where your house is

James: oh right

James: go to the park and i’ll get you from there

Sirius: okay cool

James: cool

[naldoaxii]

[cabinette]

Little doodles regarding Tim's "Work Voice"

[micromasterspaceshot]

Stephanie Brown—Batgirl IV

Former Identities—Spoiler, Robin IV

First Recorded Sighting—October 5, 2019

[teathattast]

I know you can be my medicine

A little drink a lot of oxygen

Through my blood

You're a dopeful of adrenaline

[holywoodelevator]

MAGNUS ARCHIVE SPOILERSS

I’m listening to MAG 39 and I'm quite terrified for Tim- ummm but I'm sure he's fine!!!! He's not going to be attacked by Jane’s weird ass worms 🥰 right? Like- he's going to be okay????

Edit: Tim is in even more fucking danger BUT ATLEAST HE SAID THE ICONIC LINEEE!!!!

[friendlyfangs]

Okay so my overall take on Silent Hill 2 remake. Pretty good game. Would not call it a Great game but good. Would definitely recommend the original over the remake

[bobbedrake]

“we will have been for nothing” james flint pleadingly says to john silver. like. knocks me fucking sick every time

[bouncypickle]

y'all I wanna write but I have no ideas... 😔

please, anybody, send me ships, prompts, loosely held together ramblings about the Terror...

no ship is too out there, no prompt too fucked up, no idea too absurd.

please share your Terror thoughts with me 🙏

[jimmyspades]

Can't you just stay a little?

[jamesvowels]

James honey take a nap. You look exhausted. I don’t know who’s keeping you up but I am coming for them 👊