#potter-blacks

[addisonstars]

"trick or kiss"

written for day 17 of october for @jegulus-microfic with the prompt "trick"

689 words!

James came up to Regulus and said “trick or treat!” with a huge goofy grin on his face. Regulus rolled his eyes; however, he couldn’t help but laugh. He handed James a handful of candy, even though he was supposed to save it for the kids later. 

“Jamie, stop eating all the candy babe, we have actual trick-or-treaters coming later to our door. We’ve already been through half of the two bags we bought for tonight, thanks to you.” Regulus pretends to be upset, but really, he can’t be when it comes to James. 

James frowns. “Are you saying I’m not an actual trick-or-treater? How dare you!” James says, mock offended. 

In his defense, he is dressed up like one. He was wearing his old Hogwarts robes from a long time ago. Regulus suggested he burn them, as Regulus had done with his, but James was a sentimental bloke and couldn't bear the thought of getting rid of them. It may have been 10 sizes too small, but James didn't care. It may have looked a little goofy on James, but again, he didn’t care. 

Regulus supposed that's what he liked about James. James had enough care for everything and everyone, but never when it came to himself in negative ways. He didn’t care that he was married to a guy, wearing a childish costume, and had a personality unlike the sun; he just went through life living and loving every moment of it. 

Regulus kisses James briefly on his lips before returning to the task at hand. It was still light outside, so the kids - or adults - were not quite prowling the streets yet but would be soon. James ate a piece of the candy that he had gotten earlier and smiled. 

“I had forgotten how good dark chocolate was, we never have any in the house.” he says, after he finished the piece. 

Regulus groaned. “That's because it’s nasty.” 

“You take that back, dark chocolate is the finest stuff there is. It’s not less concentrated like milk chocolate is, and it isn't that fake stuff they call white chocolate.” 

Regulus scoffed. “I enjoy my ‘less-concentrated chocolate’, thank you very much.” 

“Whatever.” James says, and then grabs the bucket to scout for some more dark chocolate. 

“James.” Regulus pulls the bucket out of his grasp, shoo-ing him away

“I know I know,” he concedes. He moves around back into the kitchen, his robes swishing as he moves. He comes back with a couple pieces of the stuff. “That’s why I stashed away some for later,” he smiles sheepishly. 

Regulus sighs, but smiles at it. Of course he did. 

“I didn’t want to have to deplete it this early though, I’ll have to remedy that sooner than later.” He thinks thoughtfully. 

“Just stay out of this bucket, I can’t have any more disappearing, otherwise I’m sending you out to get some more tonight. I want to make sure the kids have enough.” He says, looking down at the bucket. 

James moves over to where Regulus is looking a little too intently down at the bucket. 

“Reg, honey, the kids will have enough. I’ll even give some of my stash away if I have too.” He moves his hand to grab Regs’ chin gently and guide it up to where their eyes meet. “Don’t worry about it.” He leans it, nose nuzzling nose. 

Regulus dips his head to meet James in a kiss. His kisses always manage to sweep him off his feet, instantly wanting to bend over backwards for the other. He supposes that's what love is. They stay connected like that for a minute, mindful that everyone can see them through the windows on the side of the door they are standing right beside. 

Regulus hears rustling sounds, and picks up on the sound of candy being rifled through. “James,” Regulus starts. 

James pulls his hand back, mockingly innocent. “Just one piece?” he asks with a puppy dog face on. And how could Regulus ever say no to that precious face of his. He reluctantly hands him a piece of candy, and James repays him with a kiss. 

not me posting todays only like an hour before the day ends lmao! anyways, have a great day lovelies <3

-a.s.

[randommultifandomrants]

Being a girl is: wanting to go to bed early but deciding to just get on tumblr/wattpad/Ao3 for a little bit and then end up finding a fic series that you really like and read until well past your usual bedtime then keeping on because it’s already past your bedtime. Then being mad when you wake up in the morning because you overslept your timer.

[natti-ice]

18+ mdni

that reality check hitting after reading smut

[thatboisus]

me logging onto tumblr after consuming a new piece of media

[aphrcdites]

the bond between a girl and their favorite fictional man is both an unstoppable force and an immovable object

[cruel-seduction]

It’s like a full-blown addiction, but instead of drugs or booze, it’s this fictional guy who’s got her wrapped around his finger. She knows it’s fucked up—knows she’s out here daydreaming about someone who’s not even real—but who cares? This guy? He’s everything. He’s charming in the worst ways, flawed in every possible sense, but there’s just something about him that has her hooked. He doesn’t even know she exists, but she’s ready to fight anyone who says a word against him. Seriously, she’ll defend his honor like it’s a fucking life-or-death mission.

He’s a goddamn trainwreck, but he’s her trainwreck. She’ll put up with all his baggage, his emotional scars, his dark sides, because somehow, that brokenness makes him feel more real to her than any real guy could. He’s messed up, but she’ll fix him in her head every single time. Maybe it’s that thrill of knowing he’s dangerous and untouchable that makes him even more irresistible. He might break her heart in a hundred ways, but it’s the kind of heartbreak that makes her feel alive, even if it hurts like hell.

And it’s never gonna happen, right? She knows that. He’s not gonna waltz into her life and sweep her off her feet. But it doesn’t matter. Because she gets to have him on her terms—no messy reality, no awkward first dates, no risking her heart for real. He’s always there when she needs him, in that perfect little bubble of fantasy she’s built for herself. And maybe she’s a little crazy for it, but at least with him, she’s never disappointed. Every time she replays his scenes, reads the fanfics, imagines their future together—it's like a high she can never quite shake. She knows it's all just a mindfuck, but she’s never felt more alive.

[animatanaa]

I’m new to tumblr so I’m not completely sure how this works. First post, and it’s wolfstar!

[bethsvrse]

me staring at my ceiling after y/n does the most FLABBERGASTING thing ever

[justsmth2]

I was rereading poa and got carried away

[flymetothemoony]

twelve years of it, in azkaban.

[bloodbruise]

the bitches traumatized by saltburn would never survive the fics in my ao3 history

[outromoony]

Me when the slow burn is slow burning

[doodlemcjazzhands]

[natti-ice]

18+ mdni

Me: “fuck, I need his cock”

Him: *is literally just words on tumblr*

[thatboisus]

reading a good ass fanfic up until it said something that just makes you want to stop reading

[maisy1111]

pov: you’re scrolling trying to find a cute little fluffy fanfic to read but everything you get is smut 

no smut hate, i just want to giggle :(