#james potter has piercings

[siriusblack-the-third]

Sweatshirt

Sirius wants to die.

Or lick James' abs. Either one works.

James stands across the common room, a slight grin on his face and a tumbler of Firewhiskey in his hands, talking to Marlene, the other Beater on the team. Gryffindor just won the match against Slytherin; the party is in full swing, and James, as the captain of the team, came dressed to impress. Low rise black jeans that belong to Sirius hug his thick thighs like a second skin, and the diamond studs in his ears were a gift from Sirius for his seventeenth birthday. The hair is surprisingly kind of tamed today, and the kajal lines his eyes as it always does. The pièce de résistance, however, is the sweatshirt.

It is a Quidditch sweatshirt, bright crimson with glittering gold lettering on both the front and the back.

04 BLACK.

The red thing hangs a little loose on James' tall, lean frame because it belongs to Sirius and despite their similar height, Sirius is a lot bulkier than James is, courtesy of whacking at heavy iron bludgers with a metal bat for hours on end. It slides down James' shoulder to show off a protruding collarbone, and Sirius suddenly wants to bite down there, to stake his claim, to let the world know that James is his. Has been his since the day they met on the King's Cross platform, and will be his till and beyond death.

That, however, is not the most important aspect of the sweatshirt.

No, the most important aspect, is that James cropped the sweatshirt.

The red cloth ends right above James' lowest rib, hugging his waist snugly and showing off his slim hips and the abs that he usually hides under pressed shirts and comfortable knit sweaters. It also shows off James' belly button piercing.

Sirius needs to get his brain back to rights.

It was bad enough when James stumbled in through the dorm door three nights ago, giggly and flushed with excitement about his new piercing, but now he is showing it off. He is swinging his trim hips left and right, making the green jewel sparkle in the warm golden light of the common room against his tanned skin, attracting the attention of literally everyone in the Gryffindor tower. No one can take their eyes off of James despite the raging party, and Sirius is no better than the rest of them.

It does not escape his notice that almost everything James is wearing is his. His jeans, the earrings gifted by him, his sweatshirt with his name and number.

Sirius is pushing off the wall and halfway across the common room towards James before he realises what he is doing, but it is too late to change his trajectory, and he slides into the little space next to his boyfriend. When he presses a hand to James' lower back, the skin there is hot to the touch, and the tip of his thumb brushes against the soft fabric of James' sweatshirt.

His sweatshirt.

"Jamie," he says slowly, like he's trying not to spook a cowering animal, except if anyone is about to lose their mind it is Sirius himself. "Mon beau, what are you wearing?"

James ducks his head and looks up at him through long eyelashes, the wide, kajal lined hazel eyes and impossibly cute shy smile completely at odds with the rest of him.

Fuck. Sirius wants to die.

No, he thinks suddenly. What Sirius wants, is to mark James up. He wants James to wear his clothes, show off his gifts, wear piercings he gifted him. He wants to sink his teeth into James' neck, collarbones, abs, hips, thighs and he wants James to show those off too.

He wants to tell the world that James is his.

"Your sweatshirt," James says blithely, and Sirius has to grapple with his own mind for a second to remember what question he had asked. "Don't you like it?"

Is that even a question?

Sirius stares at James, eyes slowly sliding up from his red converse to the stretch of black denim over his thighs to the low waistline hugging his hips and accentuating his V to the emerald piercing in the centre of defined abs to the gold 04 BLACK to the peeking collarbone. When he locks eyes with James, both of them have flushes high on their cheeks.

"Oui," Sirius whispers hoarsely after he finds his voice. He clears his throat, and tries to remember his English. "Oui, je– yes, I like it."

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[faerycross]

*sirius and remus are debating intensely*

sirius: there's no way james would ever get a belly button piercing. he's a sports guy ffs

remus: wanna bet on it?

sirius: sure

*a few days later*

james: yo moony you were right, i do look amazing with a belly button piercing

sirius, to remus: no. fucking. way. how did you do it?

remus: i told him regulus would love it

sirius: where is he anyway?

regulus: *screaming into a pillow at the top of his lungs*

[until-the-house-shakes]

James, shaking and crying while looking at Regulus: please someone, give that man some BROWN CONTACTS.

[the-lovebitch]

i am a james potter tongue piercing truther

[olivers-cocoapuffs]

SOMEONE MADE ART BASED OFF OF MY POST?? LITERALLY IM IN TEARS?? ITS SO BEAUTIFUL?? OH MY GOD??

inspired by @b1tchplease114 post about marauders x tangled...

we have reg with a pan... please give this boy a pan and let him be violent

we have james who would be absolutely horrified by his 'wanted' posters because THE AUDACITY of disrespecting his beauty

bonus pandora as pascal (done with them but full glam) and barty as maximus (but i can't draw horses to save my life)

[silvercloverr5]

James Potter is easily the biggest of the three. He’s just so muscular and strong, but in a soft way. He’s got a soft layer of fat protecting his muscles, and I imagine he’s very freckled too. Not sure why. He is the epitome of a golden retriever boyfriend. He likes being the big spoon, and has an INCREDIBLE weak spot for getting his hair played with. Like, it’s literally orgasmic to him. He grew up with everything. Love, money, etc, etc, so he’s probably the touchiest (at first), and is all over you from the start. Also, I think he often forgets his strength and squeezes u too hard and you’ve gotta be like “uh.. Jamie..? You’re.. you’re kinda squeezing-“ and he just puts an arm over ur mouth like “shut up, baby. Sorry. Love you.” He’s adorable.

Remus Lupin is just a normal sized boy, and runs hot like a radiator. Honestly. He doesn’t even need all those knitted sweaters and warm coffee because he just is the embodiment of autumn warmth. He’s littered with silver scars from his lycanthropy, so when u see him naked for the first time, he’s so self conscious. He’d have his arms wrapped around himself, shielding his scars from your view, and you’ve got to prize his hands off of himself. “I’m sorry.. i know they’re not.. appealing.. it’s…” and you’re just like “woah, rem, what? You’re fucking beautiful.” You say that, and he’s yours. He’s not used to love like James is, but he’s probably the one to start getting cuddly. I imagine it’s winter and he’s reading in the common room, and ur shivering because by some miracle the fire isn’t on. He looks up from his book, admiring you for a while and then lifts up his sweater. You SHOOT underneath it and basically curl up like a cat against his bare chest. I repeat: HE IS SO FUCKING WARM. You’d probably have an ‘eternal sunshine of the spotless mind’ moment with him at the start of your relationship though. You know when Clementine is saying she always thought she was ugly and Joel starts kissing her and saying “you’re pretty, you’re pretty, you’re pretty…” yeah, you’d be Joel and he’d be Clementine. But once he’s comfortable, he’s a fucking fiend. You’ll never be cold again, trust me.

Sirius Black is skinny and pale. Like a vampire. Endearingly. I imagine he has a nose piercing and an eyebrow piercing, and he’s all tattooed up. Will DEFINITELY get your initial on his abdomen or collarbone in swirly penmanship. Sirius will act like your best friend even when u two are dating. Bless him though, he’s so used to being hurt and abused by those that are meant to protect him that he can’t trust you at first. I think the first time he came to realise you were different is when you asked him what happened after winter break at his parent’s house, because he was being really quiet and flinching a lot which is unlike him. You cornered him in the common room when no one else was there, and asked him “hey, Siri? What’s going on, man? Tell me.” He insisted, “I’m fine. I swear, sweetheart.” You went to tuck his black curls behind his ear but he flinched, which shattered your heart. You said “Sirius, please. I need to know you’re okay, because I need you safe.” And hearing that, he broke down into your arms. From then on, he’s always in your arms. He adores comforting you, because he’s a big brother himself and so he has the instinct, you know? But man, does he fucking adore being in your arms. He WILL curl up beside you wherever you’re sitting or lying, and is always rubbing against you. He always says “I can’t help it, babe, it’s just the dog in me.” Which he seems to find HILARIOUS. Oh yeah, and he literally can’t sleep unless you’re the big spoon or his head is on your chest or in your neck. He likes to feel safe and protected for once, and you do that for him to no end. He’s THE 70s rocker stereotype, and he loves having matching nail polish with you. You’re best friends as well as lovers.

Sorry for yapping to no end guys!!!

[mallowsweetmiri]

babes PLEASE I BEG YOU write a part two for remus x potter!reader🥺🥺🥺

Remus Lupin x Potter! Reader (pt 2)

Part 1 • Part 3

Summary: James is pissed at Remus for keeping you a secret from him, but that’s not going to stop you two from seeing eachother

Warnings: cursing, smut

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Remus stood up from the table as you walked towards the exit looking nervously at him.

“Not you,” James growled, pointing angrily at Remus as he got up from the table. You walked quickly with your head down, embarrassed that your brother was making such a scene. You were pretty sure you knew what this was about. Remus, of course. But how did James find out? He was fine one moment then flipping his shit the next. Guess you’d find out in about, hmm one second.

“What the fuck, Y/N?” James yelled the moment the two of you entered the hallway. Your cheeks were furiously flushed, but you crossed your arms and tried to stand your ground.

“What are you on about, James,” you spat back. James scoffed and laughed at the same time.

“Don’t play dumb with me. Wh- what- you and Remus?!” James practically screamed. You looked around nervously, he was being so dramatic. You sucked your lips in. So he did know.

“What gave you that idea?” You said, trying to keep your cool, but your nervousness had seeped into your voice. James’ face twisted into a look of pain and cringe.

“Your fucking bow, Y/N! We were just teasing Remus about this goddamn bookmark with a bow that we found on his bed- oh gods- you were in our room?!? Oh my gods, Y/N, I’m going to be sick,” James cried, he was losing his shit. Your cheeks were on fire now. You couldn’t believe you left your book there, how could you guys be so stupid?

“Look, James. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I just didn’t want you to freak out. Kind of like you’re doing right now,” you muttered, “but I was going to tell you. Please, James I really like him and-”

“No,” James asserting, shaking his head, “No, absolutely not. You are not going to be seeing Remus. Ever. Again.” James was pacing by now, you honestly hadn’t seen him this mad in years.

“James-”

“No! This is not up for discussion. I can’t even believe it! I can’t believe the fucking audacity Remus has, getting with my baby sister!” James laughed out loud again, incredulously. You rolled your eyes.

“James, I’m not five. I’m only a grade below you.”

“And you’re still my sister! You’re not allowed to see him anymore,” James shook his head, keeping his distance from you. Tears began to well up in your eyes. This wasn’t fair.

“James, I’m sorry,” you sobbed, hot tears flooding down your face, “I was going to tell you-” The door to the hall swung open. Remus stepped out, looking concerned when he saw you crying.

“You,” James growled, pointing his finger once again at Remus, “you lied to me! You’ve been lying to me this whole fucking time!”

“James, I-” Remus tried, but James wasn’t having either of your words.

“No, you fucking liar! How could you?” James sounded genuinely hurt, and it broke you heart to see Remus’ face as he took in James piercing words. “How could you look me in the eye knowing that you’ve secretly seeing my sister? How long has this even been going on for?”

“I- since the summer, but-” James’ knuckle cracked him in the face.

“James!” You yelled, more tears streaming down your face as you watched Remus’ stumble over.

“Don’t ever talk to her again, do you hear me?” James yelled before grabbing your elbow and dragging you back towards the dorms. You looked back over your shoulder at Remus who looked at you solemnly with trickles of blood on his face. It only made you cry harder. James dragged you, despite your tears and protests, all the way up to the common room.

“Go to your room, now.” James ordered, pointing up the girls staircase. Who did he think he was?!

“You can’t tell me what to do. You’re not my dad!” You yelled. People in the common room were staring now. You and James never fought.

“Y/N, I just can’t do this right now. Go to your room. We can talk tomorrow,” James sighed, rubbing his temples. Tears began to well again as you turned to stomp up the stairs. It hurt James to see you cry, but it hurt him even more to know that two of the people he loved the most had been sneaking around behind his back. He shook his head as he headed up to his own room to calm down.

That night, Remus laid in bed awake. James had shunned him all night, and Pete and Sirius kinda just shrugged and assured him he would calm down. Eventually, they said. Remus hated that this is how James found out. He had wanted to tell him together, albeit James probably still would’ve freaked out. Remus sighed, turning over on his pillow. He wanted to see you so desperately tonight, as he had told you earlier that day. And seeing you cry today only made him want to hold you that much more. He hated James for making you cry, but he knew deep down that it was his fault. He tried to regret having you, but he just couldn’t. You were the best thing that’s ever happened to him.

A tap on the window jolted Remus up. He opened his bed curtain to see an owl on the windowsill, holding a thin package tied in a little pink bow. Quietly, Remus opened the window and retrieved the package, signaling to the owl to wait there for a few minutes. Remus crept back into his bed, whispering lumos before pulling out the notecard attached to the package.

Remus,

I don’t care what James says. I already miss you, and I can’t bear to think about never seeing you again. We can talk to him tomorrow, I know he’ll come around. I hope your face is feeling okay. James is such an idiot for punching you. I wish I could kiss it better. Until we can see each other again, I’ll be thinking of you. I left you a little present to hopefully cheer you up.

- Y/N <3

Remus smiled to himself. To be honest, his face hurt like a bitch, but he deserved it. Gods, he just wanted to see you. Slowly, he untied the pink ribbon attached the the package. It was light and small. Remus wondered what on earth you had put in here. His blood rushed to his cheeks as his fingers wrapped around the lacy fabric, pulling out a pair of your panties.

“Fucking hell,” Remus muttered, almost groaning at the sight. Remus was fucked, there’s no way James was going to keep him from seeing you after this. Even if Remus wanted to stay away, how could he after you sent him your sexiest pair of panties? You knew they were his favorite too, a pink lacy thong with a little bow right above your cunt. Remus summoned his quill, turning your note over and hastily writing meet me in the common room. Remus got up as quietly as he could, giving the note to your owl before shuffling to his trunk. He grabbed the necessities- a blanket and the marauders map. He tiptoed out of the room, double checking to be sure that nobody had woken up. He snuck down to the common room, the ever burning fire lighting his way as he walked towards the couch. He was impatient, twiddling your panties in his hand as he waited. A few moments later, you were padding down the stairs, Remus’ sweatshirt hanging off your body. He’d forgotten that you had that one, and gods you looked so adorable in it. He stood up and race over to you, engulfing you in a hug with his blanket.

“Y/N,” he breathed, kissing your head. You sunk into his touch, almost whimpering. You’d been crying for hours, and all you wanted was to be held by Remus. You pulled back and gently touched his cheek where the cut was. He winced.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. He let out a little laugh.

“It’s okay, my love,” he pulled out your thong and swung it in front of your face, “this made me feel better.”

“I’m glad,” you blushed with a small smile. You looked up at him through your eyelashes, hoping he could sense your want. It only made you want him that much more knowing you weren’t supposed to.

“Lets go,” Remus said, wrapping the blanket around you before pulling out a map.

“What’s that?” You whispered as the two of you moved out of the portrait hole.

“Uh, a map, Don’t worry about it, love” Remus said, checking the parchment before leading you down the hall. This wasn’t the first time the two of you had snuck out to the astronomy tower, but tonight felt even more risky than usual. You felt as though James was gonna jump out from around the corner and attack Remus. You were curious at this map Remus had, but he was hiding it from you and frankly, you didn’t care. As long as it got you to where you needed to go, you could live with not knowing. Remus guided you through the cold halls, the two of you trying not to giggle as you fumbled up the stairs to the astronomy tower. It was moments like this that you were sure James would come around. The two of you made each other so happy, how could he deny his own sister that chance? You shook your head in thought as Remus entered the platform, slowly taking the blanket off of you and laying it on the ground.

“Give me your sweatshirt,” Remus whispered, tugging at the edges.

“But I’m cold Remus,” you pouted, earning a chuckle from him.

“Don’t worry, I’ll warm you up. I promise,” his sweet tone made you oblige as you stripped off the sweatshirt, leaving you in your tiny pajama shorts and bra. Remus muttered a curse under his breath at the sight of you before transfiguring your sweatshirt into a pillow. Sometimes you forgot how talented he was, but it was one of the many reasons why you had fell for him. Remus took a seat on the blanket and held his arms out for you. You graciously accepted his invitation, falling into his lap and burying your head into his chest as his laid down.

“I’m sorry this happened today, my love. It’s terrible timing, really. I had special plans for this evening as well,” Remus sighed into your hair as he stroked your back. You hummed and looked up to him.

“What plans?” You asked in a small voice. You were tired from crying all day, and he could see it in your puffy eyes. He let out a breath as he smiled down at you.

“I had a whole date planned for us tonight. I was going to tell you that I love you,” Remus breathed out, his thumb coming up to stroke your cheek. Your breath hitched.

“You-you love me?” You whispered, pulling yourself up closer to him. He chucked at the sight of you, eyes blown out with hope and a smile teasing the corners of you lips.

“Yes, Y/N. I am hopelessly in love with you, if it wasn’t obvious already,” Remus smiled, pushing himself up to gently lay you on your back. You shook your head, your words suddenly stuck in your throat.

“I-it wasn’t,” you whispered, running your fingers along the top of his shirt, “I love you, too.” Your lips curved into a smile as you watched Remus’ do the same. He pressed his forehead into yours as he stroked your cheek. The two of you stayed like that in a small silence, your hearts beating in your chests.

“I’m going to kiss you now,” Remus chuckled, unable to bear the want within him. He stifled your gasp with his lips, kissing you as if it was the first time. Remus moaned into your mouth, making you want him even more. He was driving you mad. You were completely addicted to him. He had you sending him a pair of your panties for gods sake. You gasped again as his fingers gripped your hips and ground himself into your heat, but any sounds you tried to make were shoved back into your mouth by his tongue. You were drowning in him, and it made you drunk with pleasure. Remus never broke you kiss as his fingers moved swiftly under your shorts, pressing lightly on your clit through your soaking panties. You groaned, throwing your head back, but his lips followed. He couldn’t get enough of you, the sounds of your moans reverberating in his mouth and traveling straight down to his bulge. His thumb played with your clit softly, making you whine as you panted into his mouth. You felt him smile against you.

“Do you like that?” He said, pulling back to catch his breath. You nodded and whined again. “Use your words, love.”

“Y-yes, Remus. It feels so good, please don’t stop,” you whined, the knot in your stomach beginning to form. He hadn’t even removed you panties yet, and you were already so close to coming. He let out a breathy laugh. He could tell you were close.

“Wasn’t planning on it,” he said, moving back to kiss you again. You moaned loudly into his mouth, finding it hard to catch your breath with his tongue down your throat. His left hand came up to grip the back of your head, forcing your mouth further into his as his fingers sped up, keeping the same feather light pressure over the fabric of your panties.

“Mmm,” you tried telling him you were close, but he wouldn’t let your lips free. He nodded and grunted, pressing down slightly harder on your clit as he rubbed you. Your head begin to spin as you lacked air and common sense. It was building up so fast, and your kisses became sloppy as your moans became more frequent. Remus didn’t let up though, continuing to swallow you whole as his fingers moved expertly over your mound, as if he knew every line of pleasure in your body. You whined into his mouth as the knot in your stomach broke, and your pussy flooded with waves of pleasure. Remus moaned alongside you as he felt the wetness beneath the fabric growing. He could feel your nipples pressed against his chest through your flimsy bra, and he just couldn’t take it anymore. He let you ride out your high and shudder in his arms. He finally broke away from his kiss with a gasping breath as he looked down at you. You looked beautiful, he thought. You looked absolutely lust stricken and it was all for him.

“I need this off,” he muttered, removing his hand from your mound and pulling your bra down. He then moved to your shorts, roughly pulling them down along with your panties. You looked a mess, but Remus thought you’d never looked more beautiful. He groaned as he began to kiss down your neck, then to your breasts, down your stomach, and to you bare pussy. He looked up at you through his lashes as you squirm. He chuckled under his breath and gave your wet clit a kiss, making you whine and squirm.

“Remus, please,” you whined, grabbing his hair and pulling him away from your heat. He chuckled and smiled at your with a half grin.

“Tell me what you want, Y/N,” he said huskily, his fingers rubbing your thighs.

“I need you inside me, Rem,” you groaned, pulling his hair again to bring him over you. He couldn’t help but laugh, you looked so cute. And he was more than happy to oblige considering his cock was throbbing for you.

“Anything you want, love,” he said, coming up to his knees and pulling down his sweats. You laid there splayed on his blanket as you watched his cock slap back up to his stomach. You sat up, opening your mouth and looking up at Remus. His smile stayed on his face as he used his hand to pull your head forward, thrusting into your mouth. You moaned around his cock, using your tongue to fully wet him. “Y/N,” he moaned, his head thrown back as he lightly thrust into your mouth. You hummed, grabbing him with both your hands to cover the rest of his length that you couldn’t fit in your mouth. Remus gave it a few more seconds before he pulled himself off of you and laid you back down on the blanket, giving you another wet kiss. His breath was ragged as he lined himself up to you, watching your face as he pushed his length into your wet pussy. He groaned as his head fell into your shoulder, letting you adjust to his size. You kissed the side of his neck letting him know it was okay to move. Slowly, Remus pulled back before thrusting into you again, earning a gasping moan from your lips. He pushed himself up to watch you, both of your faces twisted in pleasure as he began to pick up his rhythm.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he groaned, grabbing your waist with his hand.

“Remus,” you moaned, clenching around him. He began to fuck you harder, chasing his own high.

“Fuck, I love you so much,” he said, falling down to kiss you hard as he thrust into you faster. You moaned into his lips as if to say I love you, too while he continued to fuck you deeper. Remus felt like he needed to be closer to you, even though he was as deep as he could go. He went back to suffocating you with his lips, his hand gripping the back of your hand once again to push you up closer to his mouth. With his free hand, he lifting your leg up beneath your thigh, his dick rubbing up against your g-spot with every thrust. You whined shamelessly into his mouth as you felt yourself begin to pulse underneath him. His thrusts were getting sloppy, but he continued to fuck you just as hard.

“Rem,” you gasped, trying to break free of his kiss, “I’m gonna-” he slammed his lips back into yours, thrusting deep inside you to shut you up. Then you were coming again hard, shuddering around Remus has his seed spilled out into your pussy. His thrusts slowed as he pressed his forehead into yours, riding out the last little bit of his orgasm. He began to plant kisses around your face, earning some giggles from you as you hugged around his neck.

“Fuck that was so good,” Remus smiled, dipping down to give you one last kiss. You smiled up at him, beaming. You knew this was only the beginning of what you hoped would be a long relationship with Remus. The two of you took your time that night, joking around and looking at the stars and peppering kissing across the others face. At around 4, Remus insisted he brought you back to the dorm. He didn’t want to get you in anymore trouble than he already had. As the two of you snuck back through the halls you asked,

“If you had this map the whole time, why haven’t you used it before?” Remus stopped in his tracks. The two of you were nearing the common room.

“That bastard,” Remus grumbled, folding the map and placing it in his waistband.

“Remus?” You asked as the two of you entered the common room.

“Don’t worry about it, love,” he said giving you a kiss on the head, “go up to bed. I’ll see you in the morning at breakfast and we’ll get everything figured out.” You nodded as he gave you one last hug before going back to your dorm.

Remus entered his room quietly, buzzing with adrenaline. He found it hard to fall asleep, but eventually his body gave out, and he managed to get a few hours of rest before promptly shooting up in his bed. When he opened his curtain, James was staring at him from his bed.

“James,” Remus said, standing up. James looked away and crossed his arms. “James, please. Just let me explain myself. Let’s go downstairs and talk.” James grumbled but stood up, following Remus’ lead out of the room. Sirius and Peter exchanged a look as they watched, thinking that Remus had to be insane. Remus found an empty corner of the common room and sat down, motioning to a chair for James.

“Whatever you say, you’re not allowed to see her again,” James grunted, the morning still prevalent in his voice. Remus sighed.

“Look, James. I’m sorry you had to find out like this. We were waiting to tell you, I was waiting until she was ready. I know what I did was selfish and unfair to you, but I couldn’t break her trust,” Remus scooted his chair closer, “James, she’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. She makes me so happy and I can’t imagine my life without her. Please, just give me a chance to show you,” Remus pleaded. James looked up with concern in his eyes, but shook his head.

“I’m sorry, Remus. But I can’t let you date my sister. After you’ve been lying to me all this time, how can I trust you with her?” James said matter of fact, crossing his arms in defiance. Remus rolled his eyes.

“But it’s different with you and Regulus?”

“Wh-what?” He stuttered, taken aback. His face was flushed in a deep shade of red.

“Please, James. You think I haven’t noticed you hoarding the map for the past few months? Plus, you’re really not subtle when you’re staring at him for the entirety of dinner,” Remus muttered, rolling his eyes again at his friend’s hypocrisy. James cleared his throat and sat up.

“What does this have to do with my sister?” James asked in a high pitch strain.

“James, you’re keeping the same secret from Sirius. Do you think that makes your feelings for Regulus any less genuine? I don’t. Just please James, give me a chance to show you how good I can treat her. You know I’m better for Y/N than any other git in this school,” Remus reasoned, finally feeling confident. James pondered this. It was true that if anyone was going to date his little sister, perhaps Remus wouldn’t be the worst choice.

“Fine, but we’re going to have a talk tonight. All three of us,” James said, wagging his finger at Remus. Remus was beaming.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you. You’re not going to regret this, I promise,” Remus stood up and clapped James on the back.

“Um, you’re not going to tell Sirius about Regulus, right?” James asked with a sheepish smile. Remus laughed.

“Of course not, Prongs.”

[siriusblack-the-third]

Boredom, Flustration and Love Confessions part 2

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4

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James wants to die.

No, really. He does. He wants to die.

Sirius is grinning that trademark wicked grin of his, and the full force of the gleaming grey eyes is aimed at James, complete with the raise of a pierced eyebrow and black hair tied up in a bun. James wants to take off the elastic and run his hands through that hair, an urge that is exacerbated by the fact that he knows exactly how soft and silky the strands are from years of braiding it. He wants to bury his hands in them, brush it out with his fingers, tug on it to pull Sirius' mouth down—

"..mes… PRONGS!"

James jerks at Remus' shout and crashes face-first into Sirius' chest with a yelp, hands scrambling to grip something before he topples off the sofa. Arms wrap around his waist to hold him in place, and James sighs in relief, pushing his glasses up his nose with his little finger. A second later, he realises the arms belong to Sirius, and he promptly turns bright red.

Remus has keeled over sideways, shoulders shaking and fist hitting the side of the sofa, and James can hear his muffled cackling even through the cushions that he has buried his face into. He twists his lips and grins sheepishly at Sirius, who is laughing quietly, but the look in his grey eyes is… soft. Fond, like he can't help being as endeared as he is. James' breath catches in his throat, and he stares at Sirius for a second longer than necessary.

"Jamie," Sirius says, tone half exasperated and half so helplessly fond it makes something inside James twist, "pay attention, mon beau."

James' attention, bastardly little shit that it is, fixes itself on Sirius' mouth.

It has been four days since Sirius got that damn piercing. And James hasn't had a single moment of peace in all that time.

Every time Sirius speaks, which is a lot, James has no choice but to focus on him. Which means he has to look Sirius in the eyes, which inadvertently leads to his gaze slipping down to Sirius' lips (those full, pretty, kissable lips), which leads to him thinking about it.

That damn piercing.

"Jamie," Sirius says again, lips stretching into a wide smile and oh fuck, there's that little peek of silver again— "pay attention to me."

"I am paying attention to you," James answers reflexively, and it's true. All his attention is always on Sirius. It's getting pathetic, really, the way he can't get the thought of Sirius out of his mind no matter how hard he tries.

"Oh, really?" Sirius cocks an eyebrow, and James presses his lips together. A sceptical expression should never look this sexy on anyone. But then again, this is Sirius Black. He makes everything look sexy, and James both loves and hates him for it because on one hand it's.. well, sexy. On the other hand, it really is not good for his poor heart, which decides it wants to jump out of his chest every time he so much as thinks about Sirius.

He thinks about Sirius a lot. He thinks about Sirius every waking and sleeping moment.

"Yes, really," he says, and his attention still hasn't moved from Sirius' lips. With difficulty, he drags his gaze up to meet grey eyes, and immediately swallows down the sound that climbs up his throat.

Sirius looks hungry. The silvery colour of his irises has turned to stormy steel grey, and his gaze is suddenly intense— much more than James can handle. Remus has still not stopped cackling, but James can't be half-arsed to think about his other best mate when he is being looked at like.. that.

"Well then," Sirius says, and the low pitch of his voice makes James realise that Sirius' arms are still wrapped around his waist. Sirius' arms, long and muscled from lugging around a Beater's bat, are wrapped around his waist. "Prove it."

What?

He blinks at Sirius, racking his brain for the topic that had been going on. He comes up with a blank, and slowly his lips pull up in a shy, sheepish grin.

Sirius stares at him for a second, then huffs in amusement and lets go of James' waist. He pushes down to urge to whine and ask Sirius to place his arms back where they were and straightens up so he's sitting securely and in no danger of falling off.

"You're incorrigible," Sirius says fondly, and James gives him his best cheeky wink.

"You love me, really," he quips, and Sirius laughs, shaking his head, a quiet smile on his face.

.

.

"You," Lily says, her hands on her hips and a grin on her face, "are too adorable, Potter."

James, lying face down on Lily's bed in the girls' dormitory, flips her off without raising his head. "Fuck off," he says, and even though the sound is muffled beyond recognition because of his face being stuffed against a pillow, Lily knows him well enough to know what he is saying. She snickers.

"No, really," she insists, her grin widening till it turns shit-eating. "You are so sickeningly adorable, it's hilarious. So strongly affected by a single piercing, Circe's tits, one would think you were a Victorian maiden."

James whines into the pillow, before lifting his head up and glaring at his ex girlfriend turned wingwoman. His cheeks are visibly pink even through his bronze complexion, and Lily coos, reaching out to pinch him. He bats her hand away with a huff.

"Don't call this hilarious," he pouts, turning on his side and clutching the burgundy red pillow to his stomach. "Lily-flower, I can't stop thinking about him! He's just so- ugh– every time I look at him, all I want is for him to—"

He shuts his mouth with an audible click of his teeth, and his pink cheeks bloom into a violent shade of red. Lily picks up on it within a second, and bursts into loud cackles that echo off the dorm walls. James lets out a high pitched whine of mortification and raises his hands to his hot cheeks to hide his face.

"Adorable," Lily crows between loud laughter as she collapses onto the bed, "fuck, Skittles, you're adorable."

"Lily," James cries, hands fluttering around his red face as he sits up and stares at his friend in pure horror. "This is serious!"

She cackles louder, and he panics when he realises his mistake— handing his little shit of a best mate a chance to make a pun.

"This," she hacks out between maniacal giggles, "is you wanting Sirius to bend you over a table."

White hot embarrassment rushes through James body, and he lets out a horrible keening sound, grabbing the pillow to stuff his burning face into the velvet. Lily's laughter echoes in his ears, but all he can think about now is Sirius' hands on his waist and Sirius' tongue with that damn piercing on his throat and Sirius pushing him down—

James whimpers.

"You are of no use, Evans," he screeches, and pushes himself off her bed to flounce toward the door, cheeks glowing hotter than the sun. Lily doesn't bother replying, and her cackles follow him all the way to his own dorm.

He'll get her back for that.

[my-castles-crumbling]

hot - @rosekillermicrofic - word count: 226 - slightly NSFW

"It is really hot in here?" Evan asked, wiping at the perspiration on his forehead. "It has to be..."

It was the only explanation. The only reason for why he felt like he was melting.

"It's..." James Potter, who was sitting next to him, seemed to be in a similar state. Evan recognized the signs of dehydration immediately. He looked dizzy, his mouth open like it was dry, eyes wide. It was obvious he needed water.

Evan turned back to where Barty and Regulus stood, still readying themselves for the bar. Regulus, who wore a mesh crop top and leather pants, was busy painting his eyes with liner in the mirror, while Barty was smudging his own eyeliner next to him, his black-green hair mussed perfectly.

Oddly, Evan felt another wave of heat flash over his body as he stared. "Do we have the air conditioning on?" he asked loudly, blinking profusely. Why did the heat get worse every time he looked towards Barty? And fuck, his mouth was so dry.

Barty looked over to Evan and James and let out a chuckle. "Need some air, boys?" he asked raising an eyebrow and biting over the piercing on his lip, the one that Evan dreamed about.

It was then, as his blood rushed south, that Evan realized.

Air conditioning was not going to help his situation.

[marlsswrites]

Summer camp AU, part 14!!

July 14th <3

Rejection - @jegulus-microfic - words: 590

First part Previous part

His eyelashes flickered slightly, the once darkness of his eyelids turning brighter and brighter by the minute. The once quiet of their room, with the occasional snore from James, had turned into birds singing and whispers in his ear.

“Regulus.”

There was no answer, only the piercing gaze of James that he could just about feel burning into his skin.

“Regulus.”

“Reggie.” A harsh rugged whisper in his ear, hushed like a secret that was shared between the two boys even though they were all alone. Alone..

He turned his head to the side, becoming face to face with James Potter, crouched down next to his bed with soft eyes scanning over him. He had a hand on Regulus’ cheek, tapping it to wake him up.

A groan.

He fought every urge he had within himself to lean into the hand, but his tired, sleep filled mine clearly didn’t get the memo as he leant into the warmth and safeness of his roommates hand.

Fingers traced over his cheeks, rubbing in circles then brushing over the small dimple lower on his cheek. Regulus wasn’t sure if James realised what he was doing, but oh did it feel sweet.

“Get up.” James spoke through a smile.

He grumbled, shaking his head and rolling his face to shove it directly in the pillow.

“Oh my god.” James ruffled his curls, he seemed to like doing that, touching Regulus’ hair. Not that Regulus was complaining, if it were up to him he’d have James’ hands there all night. “You’re so cute.”

And if Regulus wasn’t awake before, he surely is now.

-

Yes, Regulus knows he has a crippling fear of rejection, it’s been strung bone deep into him since he was a child. Don’t want to get hurt? Don’t offer your feelings up on a silver platter for everyone to see, simply hide them away within the dark depths of your head and pray you forget about them eventually.

So right now, Regulus could feel those feelings roaring from the back of his head as he watched James idly talk to a girl.

Of course he knew he had no right to be so jealous about the fact that James was speaking to Lily Evans, she was gorgeous and James was probably straight. Even though Regulus pondered on that point every time James looked at him with that adoring glint in his eyes. But that was surely just him being delusional, a man can dream.

He just settled for watching from a distance, and thinking, which probably wasn’t a good thing to do, as when his mind started going it never seemed to stop. It just flew memories and hopeful nothings through his brain, swiping through his life like it was fucking instagram.

Right now, for instance, that one quote from James wound round and round in his head.

You’re so cute.

Is that a good thing? Or was he treating him like a child, like his best friends adorable little brother? Honest to god, Regulus can read everyone, everyone but James, and it’s driving him insane.

Now on the way that James glared at Pandora while she lay on his lap, and how distracted James got just by a smile that he became an absolute mess.

How could someone be so happy, so genuine, so caring and selfless yet so impossible to figure out. Regulus was convinced there’s many layers to who James Potter is, and he wants to peel them away one by one and admire every single version of him.

Next part

[starchaserwrites]

@jegulus-microfic / february 16: tear / word count: 724 cw: needles

Bets are James' speciality, so it comes as a big surprise when the Stars don't win the Stanley Cup Final. The thing is, now Remus and Sirius have to decide where on his body James will have to get his first piercing ever, and to say he's nervous is an understatement. That's how the three of them end up in the waiting room of a tattoo and piercing shop with an appointment for him to get his belly button pierced. 

James is a generally daring and risk-taking person, not that he's terrified of needles but he does feel a little uneasy knowing that in a couple of minutes one will be piercing his skin. Despite having informed himself about the risks and having taken all the precautions beforehand (cleaning the area well, making sure he has the right anatomy for the jewel and wearing a cropped shirt to avoid friction afterwards), he still can't help the thin layer of cold sweat that is building up on his neck.

"Relax, Prongs, you're in good hands," Remus says, patting him on the back. Oh, and the other detail that makes him the least bit uncomfortable is that his ex is the one doing the piercing, isn't that funny? James knows Regulus will do a phenomenal job, he's been doing this for almost eight years so it should be effortless.

They were a couple when they were 16 and 17 respectively, and it's not that they had a bad break-up or completely lost touch, it was just the right person at the wrong time given their respective family circumstances. So if James is nervous about being at the younger man's mercy six years after they broke up, no one can blame him.  

"James, you can come in," Pandora tells him from the reception desk.

The thing about Regulus is that every time James sees him, he looks more beautiful than the last. This time the new snake tattoo circling his entire left forearm in red ink is messing with his mind exquisitely, and when he finally turns around subtly smiling James is gone.

"Look who we have here, James Potter. To be honest, I never thought I'd see you here," he says in the soft, slow voice he reserves for him. "So, belly button piercing, Sirius told me about the challenge. Poor you."

All James can do is nod and chuckle slightly, shocked by the sparkle on his ex's tongue when he speaks. Everything that happens after Regulus asks him to select a piece of jewellery he likes and to lie down on the stretcher happens in slow motion. Regulus putting on a new pair of latex gloves, Regulus sanitising the area where he's going to pierce, Regulus marking where the piercing will be, Regulus tearing off the envelope that holds the sterile needle... James doesn't know much about the world of piercings, but he doesn't think Regulus should be straddling his legs during the process. 

Of course he won't be making any complaints. 

The light on Regulus's tongue appears again as he says something he can't quite process.

"... understood? Oh, no, James tell me you're not about to faint," he says with a hint of concern.

"No, I'm fine, I swear!" he hurries to say. "But can I hold on to your thigh while you do it?" 

"Sure you can," he replies with a smirk.

That's how James doesn't even notice the moment the jewel is installed in his navel, concentrating on the way the tattooed man frowns in concentration.

"You're all set." is all the piercer says but there's no sign that he'll be getting off him any time soon.

The new piercing being forgotten and in a moment of courage, James intertwines both index fingers in the silver eyed man's trouser belt.

"Got something to do after work?" and the question is all it takes for Regulus to lean in and kiss him deeply but slowly. A tongue piercing shouldn't make him feel this good.

"I've got the whole afternoon available if it means continuing to see you in that crop top." he murmurs against his lips then bites down slightly on the bottom one. 

In short, he lost a bet, won the scolding of his best friends for taking so long and got his right person back at the right time this time.

[lexithwrites]

what r ur wolfstar/jegulus/rosekiller hc’s?

You’ve opened a can of worms enjoy:

Wolfstar:

- Sirius does the talking for the both of them

- Sirius is more aggressive verbally but Remus is more physically aggressive

- Remus is just as kinky as Sirius if not more he just never talks about it

- Remus is the only person Sirius can go non verbal around (autistic/adhd Sirius rise)

- They shower together and it’s usually not sexual it’s just to save time

- Remus is the cook/baker of the relationship whilst Sirius is the cocktail/drink maker

- they host a lot of dinner parties

- they bicker constantly but never fight

- Remus’ safe word is butterfly and Sirius’ is cantaloupe (he thought it sounded funny)

- Remus had a big breeding kink but it’s less about actually getting someone pregnant and more the intimacy of it, being that connected to someone gets him going

- Sirius has tics like twitching his head and drumming his fingers

- Remus has black coffee and Sirius only drinks iced lattes filled with caramel syrup

- Sirius has a motorbike and Remus has a car (Sirius is a passenger princess and Remus is a backpack)

- they get married asap

Jegulus:

- they take weeks off every year to stay at the potter’s holiday home (probably somewhere like Italy)

- regulus insults everyone BUT James

- James can’t cook very well but he loves making regulus breakfast in bed because he always forgets

- it took regulus a long time to be comfortable with sex due to past relationships but James is so patient and legit doesn’t care about sex unless his partner is interested

- personal opinion don’t hate me, but James is a service top and I’ll die on that hill

- regulus is a power bottom and likes having control most of the time (he loves tying James up)

- it’s rare for James to bottom but when he’s in the mood regulus uses all their toys on him

- they have three cats (all siblings because James didn’t want to separate them)

- effie and Monty have biweekly dinners with them

- regulus has a j behind his ear and James has an r on his thumb

- they have promise rings but aren’t too fussed about getting married but they talk about it

- a lot of pride flags in their apartment

- James taught regulus how to drive

- James has to remind regulus not to have dairy because he’s lactose but that doesn’t stop him

- regulus exclusively drinks matcha and James is a hot chocolate boy

Rosekiller:

- they’ve never said they’re dating but they’re together duh

- barty has evan’s bite marks tattooed on him

- evan has a b tattooed on his left ass cheek

- they live in a studio and it’s basically a hot box room

- neither of them drive

- when they go out drinking barty gets beer or cider and Evan only drinks spirits with a mixer

- barty has a pet rat called Rosie

- evan loves him

- barty and Pandora are best friends and Evan has seen them painting the others nails

- evan does Barty’s hair for him, he’s never gone to a hair salon

- barty loves pain, like a lot, so they’re very kinky

- evan is usually in charge and Barty is usually tied down in some way, or gagged, or blindfolded

- evan had quite bad panic attacks at night and barty is the only person who calms him down besides pandora

- evan has a cockwarming kink and barty is more than happy to participate

- evan has a cooperate job whilst barty works in some gross bar

- they host the house parties

- barty has been arrested about three times

- evan is more possessive out of the two

- barty does his own piercings and tattoos

[raiynnah]

Drama

@wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 186

“How would you describe your first day?” asks the disembodied voice on the screen. Sirius, also on the screen, scoffs from his slouched position on the sofa. He’s wearing a leather jacket, despite the heat, and is completely decked out in jewellery. He often says that you can tell how cool a person is by how much jewellery they wear.

“I can’t say much yet, but what I do know is that Remus Lupin is a pretentious jerk who thinks he can go around insulting people because he has a nice face!” His scowl freezes in the shot before it cuts to another scene. Remus Lupin is now the one sitting on the sofa, back straight, with no piece of jewellery in sight.

“Of course he called me pretentious, he’s an idiot with more piercings than sense! Did you see that leather jacket? It’s the middle of summer!” He rolls his eyes. “Stupid Sirius and his stupid leather jacket.”

James Potter, from his position on his own couch, far away from the talons of the dating game show, laughs. He can already imagine the fan edits.

[santaasi]

WAITING FOR YOU

pairing: bsfljames potter x fem!reader

summary: loving James Potter has become the biggest mistake of your life

warnings: hanahaki au, pure angst, no happy ending (sorry), english is not my first language

word count: 1.4k

a/n: feel like i'm in my angst era, but i rly love this oneshot with all my heart. so, hope you'll enjoy it <3

You're in pain. You feel white roses growing inside you and breaking all the bones. You can feel their thorns painfully piercing your already crippled heart. It beats rapidly in your chest, begging for help, bleeding. But you don't hear its pleadings, coughing up white petals with an admixture of blood over and over again, lying on the floor of your dorm room. You're crying.

You're crying because you're a fool for falling in love with your best friend, crying because you might die soon, crying because you're worthless.

You're in pain. You are awake at night again, completely exhausting your body, because in dreams you see him again and again and again... You see how his eyes are looking lovingly not at you. You see how his lips are kissing not yours. You see how his arms tenderly encircle not your waist. And you cough over and over again, choking on your blood and leaving white petals on the floor.

You're still in pain. As soon as you step over the threshold of the great hall, James Potter comes up to you again, excited about the upcoming date with the perfect Lily Evans, your friend and former roommate. You listen to him with half an ear, looking at how his eyes light up at every mention of Lily. You always dreamt of him looking at you with the same sparks in his chocolate eyes.

James thanks you a hundred times for bringing them together after so many years of his unsuccessful pinning. He says that he will never have a better friend than you, and that he loves you immensely. He loves you. But only like a sister. And you feel a lump rise in your throat and the thorns pierce your heart again, from the realization that you have made the biggest mistake of your life. You signed your own death warrant.

Feeling everything inside you break down, as tears come to your eyes, and a lump rises in your throat, you quickly run away. You excuse yourself, saying that you have a lesson soon, that you don't want to be late, leaving James Potter alone with his thoughts. Thoughts of Lily Evans. Which clouds his mind, preventing him from noticing how you, his closest person, are suffering because of him.

You don't go to the first lesson and the next either. You go to an old abandoned toilet, which everyone has long forgotten about, and sit down on the cold tiled loor, feeling the tears roll down your cheeks, and the bones break again under the onslaught of the stems. Your heart screams again from the pain in your chest as the spikes hit deeper than before. You're in pain, crazy and fucking painful. The only thing thundering in your head is the thought of imminent death. After all, people like you don't live long. And you cough and cough and cough, scattering white rose petals with red spots on the dirty tiles.

You're scared. You don't want to die before you're twenty-one. You don't want to die without attending your graduation and becoming an aurora, as you always dreamed of with James. You don't want to die without getting married and having a perfect family like your parents. You don't want to die without going with Dorcas on fake IDs to one of these Muggle clubs in secret from your parents.

You're scared because you don't want to die at such an early age. Who the hell wants to die at seventeen anyway?

You hate yourself for falling in love with your best friend. For plunging into the sea called "James Potter" with your head and getting sick of what you always warned your friends against. You hate yourself for the fact that your death will hurt everyone you love so much, and you can't do anything about it. It's too late. The disease decided everything for you.

You didn't go to class. Instead, you slowly took all your things and returned to the dorm. Throwing the bag somewhere at the entrance, you took out an old photo album and carefully began to review page after page. Tears were rolling down your cheeks when you looked at the photos where you, James, Sirius and Remus were so happy standing waist-deep in a black lake. Where Dorcas, Lily, Marlene and you are sitting in Three Broomstick and drinking butterbeer for the first time. Where you and James are lying on the grass in his backyard, looking up at the blue sky. Back then, no one even suspected that this would happen sometime in the future. No one could even suspect it will happen to you.

After all, you and James have been best friends since early childhood. You played in the sandbox together when you were two, went to your favorite ice cream cafe together when you were four, went to Hogwarts together when you turned eleven, and spent your whole life together. You were like a younger sister to James, whom he loved more than life. And you thought of him as your brother, too... until six months ago you realized that you were head over heels in love with him.

You knew from the very beginning that this was a losing game for you in advance. And that was the end of it.

You've been lying in your bed all day, not letting anyone into your private dorm room, which Dumbledore allocated to you when he found out about 'the problem'. You didn't want your friends to see how you were dying, and how your whole floor was strewn with white and red petals. At the same time, you didn't like to say goodbye and didn't want to see Lily's tears, who would blame herself, or the tears of Sirius, who was always strong next to you, but this time he would cry like a little child.

But most of all, you didn't want to see James, who knocked on your door several times all day, which you didn't open to him, hearing his soft muffled voice. You knew that once he saw you, he would understand everything. And you weren't ready to look at his confused look, and then listen to his pleas not to leave him, that he would find that guy who did this to you and make him love you, not even suspecting that 'that guy' was him. And you couldn't tell him that harsh truth.

You couldn't break his heart like that.

Still, James Potter's feelings have always meant more to you than your own.

And you'd hate yourself even more if you did it. Although it seemed to you that it was simply impossible to hate yourself more than now. How could you have made such a mistake? How could you fall in love with your best friend and pick up hanahaki? Another batch of petals fell on the blanket.

You were dying. You felt the stalks reach your lungs, how slowly and painfully they knocked out the last air, and the thorns pierced the thin membrane of your lungs. You felt the bones shatter under the onslaught of the growing flowers. You felt your heart bleed when the thorns pierced it deeper. You could never describe the pain you were feeling right now. The pain was everywhere. You coughed over and over, spitting out bloody white petals on the bed. Tears flowed from your eyes like a river, with every second you wanted to live more and more. You wanted to go shopping with Lily, Dorcas and Marlene, you wanted to spend more time with your parents, you wanted to have more pranks with Sirius and Remus, you wanted to graduate from Hogwarts and get married. But you were dying.

You were dying out of love for your best friend, who never found out how much you loved him.

You died. Alone. Surrounded by the bloody petals of white roses. The first flowers that James gave you for your seventeenth birthday six months ago. You died with a smile on your face because when you closed your eyes, you saw him.

James Potter, who was standing in the back yard of his house with a smile on his face, was waiting here for you.

He's always been waiting only for you.

tried for the first time to use 2nd narration... kinda liked it but at the same time kinda not. but i think it's a matter of habit... idk

pt2 -> read

but, nevertheless, thankx for reading <3

- your santi ✨

masterlist

[yallthemwitches]

Legilimens

Perhaps the real James was doing it on purpose--using memories of Lily to either drive him insane or to push away the real secrets that hid beyond. If it was true, he was succeeding on all accounts.

During a duel, Snape attempts Legilimency on James. Canon compliant. Oneshot NSFW moments

AO3 Link here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57734398

He knew he would be alone in the corridor. Word had spread through the proper circles that Dumbledore was tightening security around muggleborns, especially at night. Of course Potter would jump at being a hero; trying to take his ego from being head boy to a new extreme. He clearly delegated himself to strut around the dungeons at night just for a chance to fight. 

Earlier that day he had watched him argue with Lily over it. He was standing across the dining hall from them, but her body language was unmistakable: shoulders square, jaw tight, and even being a head shorter than Potter, her eyes pierced through him. They spoke in quick, hushed tones before Lily stormed away with James chasing after her. They moved closer and Snape could start to make out their words. 

“I’m not WEAK,” Her attempt at keeping her voice down was meager at best. 

James grabbed at her hand and caught it deftly in mid swing. Lily swung around again, fists clenched.

“I know, Lils. Trust me, I know,” he pleaded. Hearing his nickname for her stabbed his chest. How dare he be so comfortable with her, especially when it was his fault she was this angry.

“Then let me come with you–we can do patrols together like usual. I don’t care what Dumbledore says—” despite her words teetering out, her gaze on him held strong. James was still holding her hand but the other remained curled at her side. 

“He needs you to work with the others. NOT because you can’t handle it, but because you need to be there for everyone else,” James took a sharp intake of breath. There was a rattle in his chest Snape had never seen before. The air seemed to be caught in James’ throat and his eyes looked heavy. 

“You are a target, you know–please, let me finish–I know that doesn’t mean anything to you but if someone like Mulicber or Nott found you—I dunno—It’s not a risk I’m willing to take.”

Snape waited for the blowback. Despite James’ rare upset of emotion, his Lily would never buy it. How dare he diminish her like that…tell her she was incapable—

“Ok, fine,” Lily huffed. “But only because only one of us can go— and because I know Mary has been having a rather rough go of it recently.” Both of their bodies softened a bit and James pulled her in and buried his face in her hair. Snape could see his mouth move to say something else, but it was lost to anyone but her. He could feel the acid in his stomach bubbling. Watching them together and rowing was one thing, but to have to see their acts of affection day after day was like an everlooping cruciatus curse. 

Now, Snape stood in the small corridor alcove. Perhaps Potter was too thick to realize it, but he was a target just as much as any muggleborn. Mulciber himself had expressed wanting to attack Potter and his crew for sullying the pureblood lines, for “shagging a mudblood slut” as he had put it—clearly referring to Lily. For Snape, it was strictly personal. 

He could hear James’ footsteps from the adjacent corridor. He was whistling a tune softly under his breath. So arrogant. 

He turned the corner and started towards where Snape was standing, but stopped some paces away. Snape held his breath and there was a moment of silence.    

James made a dramatic sigh, then spoke. “I’m really not in the mood Snivellus–”

Before he could finish his sentence, Snape jumped out. Stupefy!

James must have known where he was standing because he dodged the curse with relative ease, putting a ruddy parchment in his back pocket and brandishing his wand at the same time. 

James flicked his wand at Snape and he felt a soft burning sensation start to crawl up his arm. Snape needed to move quickly before it spread to the rest of his body. 

Bombarda! A blast hit the side of the rock wall and scattered dust. James stepped back wiping his glasses. Snape took the moment as his best opportunity. 

Incarcerous.

James’ body fell to the floor as though thousands of ropes had wrapped around him. He thrashed, watching his wand roll towards the far side of the corridor. 

It was too easy. Snape whispered a counterspell at his arm which stopped the increasing burning sensation. Potter continued to twist on the ground, but his wand was too far out of reach to be any help.

Snape stood over him and watched for a moment. It was a very rare experience to see Potter so incapacitated. He could feel the smile cracking at the sides of his face. 

This was the perfect moment. He wasn’t stupid; he knew that Potter and his little crew were already planning on joining Dumbledore against the Dark Lord the second they left school. Knowing Dumbledore, he had already confided in them secrets that would be valuable to the death eaters. Defeating Potter was a victory in itself, but to get in the good graces of the Dark Lord too? There was no greater luck. 

Snape twirled his wand tauntingly. From his writhing, James had dislodged his glasses and they hung from one ear. Snape wanted to remember this look forever. 

Legilimans.

The corridor blurred around him, he had the feeling of being sucked towards James for an instant, but then found himself standing in a rather plush living room. He was small: a child. An elderly man with crooked glasses was handing him a broomstick with a golden bow on top. 

Crack

He’s still a foot shorter. His arm is around a young Lupin who is sporting fresh cuts along his body. His clothes are shabby and torn in comparison to his.

“I’ve never told anyone before —If you don’t want to be my mate I-I understand.”

He can feel his hand tighten around Lupin’s shoulder. His mouth moves and he hears James’ voice come out.

“We’re going to figure it out, together.. There’s got to be a way for it to be better–right?” 

Lupin has tears forming in his eyes. He laughs. 

Crack

They are older. In a room filled with Quidditch posters and stagnate pictures of muggle rock bands, a younger Sirius looks down at a pile of opened books. His hair cascading around his face and a cigarette hanging from his mouth. 

“It sounds doable mate. Look—” 

Crack

He’s back in his own body for a moment. Potter’s eyes are wide and burning. He is trying his best to block him, and seems to have succeeded for a moment, but it takes just another push and the corridor blurs once more.

She couldn’t be older than 4th year. He knew because she wore her hair just past shoulder length then. Her head bowed to a textbook open between them. She lets out a laugh: a real laugh. His hand moves to turn the page and brushes hers. A small blush forms on her cheeks. Is this when it began? All the way before 6th year? He could remember her giving him glances before, but had always assumed they were of the disgust she claimed to have for him whenever probed. Had he misread her?

Before he could watch what she did next, she disappeared into smoke with another Crack. His vision was different now. His eyesight was no higher than a few feet off the ground. He could smell earth and an oncoming rainstorm. He felt all his senses heightened and he watched the trees of the forbidden forest sway with the shift in weather. 

A still young Sirius sat back in shock on the ground. He breathed heavily but his smile enveloped his face. 

“Blimey James, You’ve bloody done it!” Sirius lets out a cathartic laugh. 

What had he done? Snape didn’t understand. 

Crack. 

He was standing back in the corridor again. James had inched himself closer to his wand and was in the process of shifting to be able to reach it. 

“What did you do?” Snape screamed, despite knowing he was unable to answer. Snape took a step forward and kicked the wand farther away and James’ eyes darkened with malice. 

“You’re too weak, as expected.” James closed his eyes. He looked like he was focusing hard. Perhaps he was trying to tuck everything he didn’t want Snape to see away in his mind. Snape let out a laugh.

“What’s wrong Potter? Not such a top student in Occlumency I see.” James furrowed his brow. Snape flicked his wand and the corridor disappeared again. 

His eyesight was normal again and he was older now. He could feel the weight of a quidditch kit on his shoulders. She was there again, looking closer to how she looked now. There was color on her cheeks much like the last memory of her. She reached out her hand and placed it softly on his arm. 

“Good Luck, Potter.” Her eyes rose to his and she gave a small smile. She had looked at Snape a thousand times, but never like that. With a quiet tenderness, not of friendship but of timid attraction. 

Snape felt his own heart flutter, despite it not being directed at him. 

Crack. 

There’s a flash of red hair. The smell of roses. Lips moving against his. He feels her hands reaching up to curl into his hair as she sighs into his mouth, letting his tongue wander into hers. She’s flushed and pressing herself up against him. 

When was this? 6th year? Later? They are in an empty classroom and the flickering lights signal that it's late at night; perhaps she was doing rounds.

Disgust and joy mix in his stomach. He had always dreamed of holding her—kissing her like this. How could Potter have been so lucky? How did she allow herself to be tricked by him so easily?

Another Crack.

Perhaps the real James was doing it on purpose--using memories of her to either drive him insane or to push away the real secrets that hid beyond. If it was true, he was succeeding on all accounts. 

Again the smell of roses. He felt her hands moving deftly around his chest. She was on top of him— no, not just on top of him, riding him. Her face was flushed, eyes blown-out and staring with an ecstatic yearning. She was still clothed, but her white blouse had been unbuttoned and the pink curve of a nipple peaked out behind the fabric. It took moments of shock before he could actually take in how good he felt. There was a heat mounting from where their bodies connected underneath her skirt. She leaned forward to put her lips against his neck; her nipples hard against his body. 

“James, I think I’m going to come.” 

Crack. 

Snape, back in his own body, slammed a fist against the stonewall of the corridor. He had known they fancied each other. He had known they were going out–had seen them too many times flaunting their relationship and snogging around the classrooms and corridors. But he didn’t know that they had done that. 

Snape’s heart pounded. On one hand the exhilaration of seeing Lily in such a state of desire—it was all he ever wanted. More than the good graces of the Dark Lord, more than any power anyone could give him. But not from his eyes. 

He gave James a swift kick to the stomach and James made a muffled wince of pain. 

“Stop toying with me,” Snape roared. He had half the mind to keep kicking him until James’ face no longer resembled the beloved Quidditch hero everyone fawned over, but he needed to try one last time. 

At this point Snape couldn’t tell what he wanted: to finally get the information he needed or to see Lily, as vile as it was, vicariously through Potters’ eyes. 

She was there again. He felt her skin pressing on his. They were both naked, lying in a four poster bed that was shrouded by curtains. She layed half draped over his body while his hand moved absentmindedly though her hair. 

This couldn’t have been, by his judgment, more than just weeks ago. 

Her body felt soft and warm, if not flushed with sweat from activities that had clearly just ended. 

She sat up abruptly, leaning one of her elbows on his chest. It was difficult to ignore the feel of her breast touching him lightly when her chest rose and fell against him. 

 She looked at him. The green in her eyes was still deep and heavy from sex; her hair fell in a ruffled mess around her face. 

“I love you.” She said it so simply. It rang out into the air and hovered there. He could feel James’ body tighten. There was a feeling of flying;of absolute joy within his chest. 

“Don’t respond yet. Please. Just— let it exist by itself for a second.” In any other circumstance it would sound like chiding. 

“I love you.” She repeated. James’ hand reached out and grabbed her chin while the other snaked around her body, twisting her so he laid on top. Their lips found each other, and he could feel how absolutely ravenous his body was for her. She responded to him, holding onto him tightly and running a hand through the hairs on the nape of his neck. 

“I love you too. Merlin, I love you. I love you. “ The words were tumbling out and Lily laughed underneath him, before letting out a sigh as his mouth started to kiss it’s way down her neck and towards the rest of her body—

Crack

He hadn’t noticed that he had started crying. He had clearly been crying for a moment as his nose had already begun to run and his cheeks were stained. He only had time to wipe his face before a voice rang out. 

Expelliarmus. 

His wand flew back. She was there. Not in one of Potter’s memories but in the flesh. She looked much like she did in the last memory he saw, but instead of pure adoration in her eyes, there was a dark hatred. She ducked down and whispered an incantation on James, which freed him from his binding. 

James quickly jumped up, grabbed his wand and slashed it in the direction of Snape, which pushed him back into the wall with crushing force, knocking the wind from his chest. 

Snape pushed himself to stand and moved to make a cutting motion in the air, but Lily jumped in front of James, arms outstretched. 

“Sev. STOP.”

It was almost ironic. The last time he had seen her stand like this, she was protecting him from Potter. 

He could hear her words ringing in his head still. I love you. But not to him.

Before he even recognized he was saying it, he cried out at her. 

“How dare you love him. After everything.” He knew he probably looked like a child; tears staining his face and dirty from the explosion earlier. Lily didn’t move from her stance but gave him a confused look. James moved forward and tried to muscle his way past her. 

“He knows how to use Legilimency Lily, he’s trying to—” but Lily pushed him back, giving Snape a small pang of satisfaction to see a bit of his Lily come through.

She turned back to him, the confusion lost and her features now hardlined. 

“How dare I? Dare I?” Her eyes were slits. This all felt remarkably familiar to Snape. He took a step back. The last time they rowed like this, she was still his friend; still saw Potter for what he was. Now, he didn’t know what she would do to him. 

But she did nothing other than speak in a flat, emotionless tone. 

“I’ll give you one chance Sev. Walk away.” James looked ready to retort, but Lily held him back with one hand. 

“Please.” She was giving him an out. Even he knew he didn’t deserve it. James’ eyes seared into him. Did you see what you wanted? Snape wanted to tear his face apart for everything James had been able to do that he couldn’t. Everything he was for her, that he wasn’t. 

Snape turned his back and felt both Lily and James’ eyes on him for a while before he could hear Lily relax. He turned just slightly to watch them. Lily now fussed with his scratched and ruddy face and James talked in quick, rough whispers to her. She kissed the side of his temple and James’ eyes caught his before he turned the corner. It didn’t matter if he had technically won the duel with him. James’ eyes reflected what Snape felt inside his gut. 

You lost. 

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Sirius hated it, he had never hated anything more.

How could he bring himself to leave his little sister behind? How could he survive in that house?

She would never come with him as he left, she might even tell their parents and get him killed if Sirius had tried.

He would never blame her, his little sister, a product of their environment just like Sirius himself once had been. He wished he could bring her with, he would have done anything to get her out.

He had to leave, he had to go. He had to leave her.

It saved his life, he regretted it every single day. He tried his hardest to keep some sort of tabs on her, he wanted to know that she was still alive.

He counted down the days until her 18th birthday, he figured that when she could leave and if she would choose to that he would be right there to help, even if it meant facing their parents again.

Sirius left in the middle of the night.

Regulus left in the middle of the night on his 18th birthday.

Sirius showed up to Grimmuald Place seven hours later, and his sister wasn’t there.

Regulus was already states away, his name was changed and he was booking an appointment for top surgery. He was finally free, he wasn’t going to waste any more time pretending to be somebody else. His family would never find him, he was safe for the first time in his life.

It’s five years later when Regulus Lovegood meets James Potter, James isn’t like anyone he has ever met before. James is kind and good, he is the embodiment of sunshine, he loves Regulus like he has never been loved before.

Regulus wakes up warm in James’ arms and he has never felt so content, he had never felt like he was exactly where he was meant to be.

They are dating for three months when James finally convinces Regulus to meet his friends. Many kind people show up to their dinner party, so much personality in one room and Regulus tries his hardest to make the best impression possible. The last people to show up are James’ best friend/soulmate and the man’s husband.

He walks in like he owns the place, long black hair and piercings, sharp cheekbones and eyes that match Regulus’s own. It has been eight years since Regulus had last seen his brother, but he knows him right away. James, sweet and loving James, pulls Sirius and his husband (???) toward Regulus. Sirius knows it too as soon as he sees Regulus.

Regulus is terrified, he is angry, he is confused, and god it feels as if he can’t breathe. He is even more confused when he notices that Sirius is crying. He realizes a second later that he is too.

Regulus flinches as Sirius comes crashing towards him, and oh.

It’s a hug.

His brother is hugging him.

It’s awkward, Regulus had been sitting curled up in James’ reclining chair and Sirius had to bend down to wrap his arms around Regulus. Sirius was practically in his lap at this point, everyone else in the room was looking at them with confused expressions.

Regulus clutched the fabric of Sirius’ shirt as if his life depended on it. He feels as Sirius’ hands card through his hair.

“-s short” He mumbles, Regulus tenses and somehow Sirius manages to hold him tighter. “It looks good, you look good little brother”

“Regulus”

“Regulus” Sirius repeats. “Regulus, I like it”