look at where james's hands are

“Do you know what it’s like to be named for the dead?” James asks his father in the middle of one of many arguments. “Do I remind you of a man we’ve never met? Am I in honor of someone you watched die? Because I don’t want it.” When James Sirius Potter looks at himself in the mirror, he sees a mess of reddish brown curls and slightly askew glasses and freckles everywhere. He sees hands that climb trees and grip tightly to broomsticks. He sees his mother’s smile and hears his father’s voice. Because James seems like the thick goofball of the family, but he reads history book after history book, wishing to never repeat the sins of their fathers. If he saw any of James Potter he wouldn’t recognize him at all, and maybe, he fears, that’s where he falls short.

“Do you know what it’s like to be named for the dead,” Albus says one day to Rose as they sit by the Great Lake. “Names of men who I think aren’t the heroes I’ve been told about. Men I’m told are brave but seem just as bad as the rest.” Albus Severus Potter loves being called Al and having his hair ruffled by his friends. He loves sitting on high ledges and looking out at the vast sky and thinking about what is on the other side of the earth. Albus Potter sticks his nose in old books and keeps to himself and has no desire for greatness in any form. He doesn’t want to lead a war or be a spy. He wants to be Al and bake with his grandmother on Sundays and give his sister piggyback rides. And, most days, that feels like admitting failure. 

“Do you know what it’s like to be named for the dead,” Lily shouts one day with tears in her eyes. “I’m not her, I’m not her, I’m not her,” she repeats over and over again. Because Lily Luna Potter is a Slytherin and brutal and fierce and full of fire and made of stone. She is not soft and kind - she is not the woman who saved her child from death. Because she can be selfish and harsh and unforgiving. She spends her mornings running through the icy, frozen woods and her nights leaning over windowsills because the rush is just right.  Lily Potter will fight to the death, but for no one but herself. And does that make her somehow distorted, she wonders as she flips through photo after photo of a young woman with pretty eyes she doesn’t have and gentle hands that she will never understand. 

“Do you know what it’s like to be named for the dead?” Fred chokes through sobs as he rushes past his mother. “Do you have any idea what it’s like to be named for someone who haunts us every day and every night? Can you imagine being named for someone you can never look like because of your skin?” Because Fred Weasley ties up his wild dark hair into a thick ponytail when it’s time to play Quidditch and sees deep brown eyes when he looks at his reflection. Because Fred is dark skinned like his mother and will never look like his namesake, and is he resented for that? Is it worse to look like the brother that his father lost or to not resemble someone he loved at all? Because, most days, Fred is already different than the rest of his cousins and friends. Fred loves to laugh and play the highest caliber of pranks, because Fred is a Weasley…but that is something that no one can physically see, and that’s what’s the most terrifying. 

“I know what it’s like to be named for the dead,” Teddy tells them all at some point, his hands on their shoulders or pulling them into a tight hug. “I know what it’s like to remind the person you love of all who they’ve lost. How much it hurts.” Because Teddy Lupin is named for a man who was killed alone and frightened in the woods over twenty years ago. He is his mother when he decides he likes the color pink and his father when his eyes morph into an almond amber. Because he is an orphan and no different from Harry…and he can understand how their father feels, because he wishes to honor those who died for him, too. Because he knows he is nothing like Ted Tonks, and yet his name carries a piece of his grandfather with him and that’s why Grandmother can only call him “Teddy,” otherwise she’d burst into tears. Because Teddy Lupin lives in between Harry and George and their children - born into war and only knowing peace. And so Teddy understands exactly what it is to be named for the dead, and knows exactly why it is so important to do so. 

And even as he tries to tell them all this, he feels hot tears running down his cheeks and wonders to his parents, who have never been there, “Do you know what it is to be named for the dead?” 

  • James: Is that your mother?
  • Sirius: Where?
  • James: The other end of the platform.
  • Sirius: Does her gaze draw the last vestiges of happiness from your soul like a dementor?
  • Sirius: Does her mouth pull ever so slightly into a grimace, as though she has smelled the foulest stench to plague mankind but will not dare to admit defeat?
  • Sirius: Does her claw-like hands look as though they're ready to rip the beating heart out of a young child in order to continue her putrid existence?
  • James:
  • James: Er - she looks like she's glaring at you.
  • Sirius: Yeah, that's probably her.

The stars don’t look bigger, but they do look BRIGHTER.

aos star trek au. where the crew of the enterprise are a university clique with too much time on their hands.

Remus Imagine 2

Originally posted by billet-douxx

short imagine from hogwarts years. you cheer him up after a tough transformation

cute, i like it 


You whipped your head around, looking for whoever the voice that shouted your name belonged to.

“Y/n! Quick!” 

You stood up from the Gryffindor table, James Potter and Sirius Black were blowing towards you, Peter Pettigrew was about ten feet behind them, desperately trying to keep up. 

“What? What’s wrong? Are you okay? Where Remus?”

“He-” James was still panting, “-moon- last night-”

James doubled over, grabbing his sides, and Sirius continued the sentence, “-different-” it looked as though Sirius was also out of breath from the running, “- not in good mood- wants you-”

You stepped closer, alarmed that the boy you had a crush on could be hurting in any way, “Where is he?”

Sirius put his hand on James’s back, still panting, “Shrieking shack.”

You rushed past them without a second thought. 


You entered the Shrieking Shack cautiously, not wanting to make too much noise incase Remus had a headache from the night before, as he usually did.

You poked your head through the door of the room Remus normally rested in after if he didn’t go to Madame Pomfrey, “Remus?”

You heard a muffled cry from the corner of the room and looked over to see Remus sitting on the floor curled up in a ball with his head in his hands. 

Your heart shattered at the sight, “Oh, sweetheart…” 

You walked over and sat next to him. He turned away and your heart only broke more. 

“G-get away from me, y/n, I’m a monster, I’m h-hideous!” He was furiously wiping the tears from his eyes as he tried to hide his face. 

“Remus, you and I both know very well that that’s not true,” you put a hand on his shoulder, “you are the kindest, most caring person I have ever met. You’re clever and smart and wonderful and a great friend. And I don’t ever want to hear you say you hideous again, you hear me?”

Remus nodded, his face still in his hands. You lifted up his chin and brought his face to yours, wiping away the stray tears with your thumb.

“Remus, you are the most amazing, beautiful person I have ever met, okay? I never want you to forget that.”

“O-okay,” his voice cracked as he responded, causing you to start tearing up. Remus was quite possibly the person you cared for most. You loved him more than yourself, and seeing him going through this pain, thinking he was in any way less than perfect, crushed you. 

“Will you stay with me?” You heard his soft voice. 

“Of course.”

You began standing and pulled him up with you. The grimace he gave as he stood let you know that he was still sore from the night before, but it looked as though this transformation had taken mostly an emotional toll on him. Although he was about a foot taller than you, you managed to drag him over to the bed that had been set up there for him by the other marauder’s and Dumbledore, who was the only adult besides Remus’s parents that knew his secret. 

You laid down with your head and upper torso supported on the pillows and pulled the much taller boy onto of you, allowing him to wrap his arms around your waist and rest his head on your chest. You hugged his shoulders and ran one of your hands gently through his hair. Once the sniffles stopped and you thought Remus was asleep you sighed.

“You know I love you, right?”

Much to your surprise, you heard a quiet voice respond, “I love you more.”

You swallowed your shock and allowed yourself to be happy. You kissed his forehead and pulled him closer. You would stick by his side through thick and thin. If anyone could help Remus get through this and realize what an amazing person he was, it was definitely you. 


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“Remus, I’m home!” I flung open the door to my cousin’s house and with a big grin, marched into the living room where I knew he would be. 

“Hey, y/n. You know James, right?” Remus gestured to the boy with tousled hair and hazel eyes relaxing on our sofa. James grinned at me in recognition; he was always at Remus’s house, either with Sirius or just by himself. He leaped up to cross the room. Grabbing my hand, he looked deep into my eyes and bowed.

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Really fluffy wolfstar drabble for anon’s birthday (this was months ago sorry sorry sorry !!! enjoy lovely anon <3)

Remus hummed at the sound of the music coming out of the muggle club, looking around himself dreamily. Lily was already jumping on her spot and waving her hands in the air in rythm with the beats that made the melody. Remus chuckled when James made a comment about her being drunk and earned a slap across the head. He watched Peter point a spot above them and tell Mary that the only constellation he can recognize in the sky looks like a pan. Mary laughed so hard that it made Peter smile, and Remus had never seen him smile so widely.


Remus glanced at James with raised eyebrows.

“What? You weren’t answering!” James smirked, “Any idea where the diva is?”

“I don’t know, maybe he’s stuck in traffic?”

“Ah, I thought you’d know, since you were looking for him just now…”

“No i wasn’t. I was contemplating.”

“Sure… Ah, talk about the wolf !”

Something roared behind Remus. He turned around just as the big motorbike stopped sharp in front of them. Sirius pulled his helmet off and somehow his hair were still flawless, as his he had created a spell just for these kind of issues. He wore the kind of lazy smile James and Lily sometimes have on their face when they finally come out of their room, and there was still this glow in his eyes, as if he was constantly on climax. Everyone, everyone was looking at him, because he was a star and he knew it. 

“Merlin, Padfoot, why d’you always have to make it squeak everytime you stop somewhere?” James asked exasperatedly.

“Can’t help it if everytime i’m on top it makes ‘em squeak.”

Remus stiffened when Sirius’ gaze shifted on him.

“Alright, Moony?”

Remus nodded and swallowed hard. When the little groupe made its way in the club, Remus felt like his pants were growing tighter.

Winter, you know your dad slapped Weiss right? (Asked by anon)
  • Ironwood, looking up from his desk: Huh? Schnee? Where are you off to?
  • Winter, gripping tightly onto her weapon, her head slowly turns to face Ironwood with an expression that can only be described as 'indescribably horrific': I'm taking a small vacation to home.
  • Ironwood, hands clamped down on his paperwork, his eyes wide with horror: I-I'll make it a paid vacation, haha. Jus-just for you my dear old friend.....haha...

James couldn’t help but look. His eyes strayed to the long blonde hair as his hand drew more loops over “J+L.” They thought he meant Lily and he never corrected them. They didn’t need to know where his mind drifted as he wanked.

Lucius watched James trace over the “L” in envy, never understanding.

Draco did everything he could to goad Harry to talk. He could pick it out over dozens of others talking in the Great Hall. His accent so unfined compared to his posh upper class lift. The deep tone made him shiver and he played it over and over when he tried to fall asleep.

Harry just dreamed of him.

Al tried to control his hands, but they wouldn’t stop touching him. They’d walk to class together and he’d brush off imaginary dirt off his cloak. He would brush his hair back and claim there was fluff. He would gently guide him with a touch to the small of his back. They were best friends. But then one night he couldn’t wait any longer. The want too strong and the control too weak. Al kissed him.

And Scorpius kissed him back.

James March: Devil’s Night - Part Two


“Well hello my friends!” You said confidently.

“Whats up.” Richard looked at you lowering his glasses then gave you a smooch in the air.

Eileen walked up to you excitedly and started playing with your hair. “Y/N! How ya doin’ beautiful?”

“Oh I’ve been well, Eileen!” You responded, then gave Eileen a hug.

Eileen danced back over to Richard. You can tell everyone was enjoying themselves. You poured yourself a drink and sat down where James was previously sitting, crossing your legs. James walks over behind you, putting a hand on your shoulder while speaking to you in a low tone. “I will be punishing you twice as much for that stunt you decided to pull, darling.” He was looking around to make sure no one can hear him.

“Yeah yeah yeah.” You said, waving your hand for him to shoo and then you took a sip out of your glass. Then, you stood up and raised your voice loud enough for everyone to hear. “So! I brought you all a present!”

Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at you. You looked behind for Miss Evers. “Oh Miss Evers, would you be so kind?”

“Of course, dear!” Miss Evers responds. Miss Evers has always been oh so loyal to you and is always there at your service. She goes to the back and quickly brings in a man with no familiar face. He obviously looked drugged.

James’ mood changed rather quickly. He smiles, while clapping his hands, then glances over at you.

Jeffrey Dahmer’s eyes lit up so fast like a child opening their first gift on Christmas.

“A party favor? Nice.” John Lowe said while shaking his head in agreement.

“Let me go put on my makeup!” John Wayne Gacy adds, then runs off to the next room.

“Oh dearest, you never fail to impress me.” James said looking at you with loving eyes, making sure no one is looking, he quickly grabs your ass tightly, making you jump a little.

“I live to please you James.” You replied, giving James a peck on the cheek.

Eileen directs everyone’s attention to her. “While we wait for Mr. Clown over here to put on his makeup, let’s all have a drink!”

“I’m down.” Richard says.

“Ah yes. Yes of course!” James says with excitement.

Miss Evers seats the stranger on Eileen’s chair, you can see Jeffrey eyeing him the entire time. He wanted him badly, but he resisted. Miss Evers hands John Lowe, Eileen and Richard a beer. James refilled his glass and your glass of absinthe, then hands your glass over to you.

“Now. Let’s all make a toast to the lady of the house.” James turns to look at you. “For bringing us this sacrifice.”

“To Y/N!” John Lowe shouts, then everyone follows saying, “To Y/N!”

John Wayne Gacy comes back with his face painted, resembling a clown. “I’m back guys!”

Miss Evers comes back in the room with a cart neatly lined up with various knives, enough of it for each guest.

“Ah, Miss Evers!” James shouts, then rings his bell excessively.

“Now it’s a party.” You sat in your seat and raised a brow with your glass still in hand.

Everyone except you gathers around the knife filled cart, then they each grab one. Miss Evers grabs the guest over to everyone.

“This sacrifice that my darling, Y/N has provided binds us for all of eternity.” James pauses. “Now,” he looks at everyone and nods, which was their cue to begin stabbing this man to death. The victim whimpers in pain as he’s being stabbed. James and his fellow friends make various grunting noises from this natural high they are feeling, while you sit there and smile at how happy you made James.

A few hours pass, meaning the night was coming to an end. Everyone gathered around the table so that James could make his final toast of the night. “It brings me great sadness that our night is coming to an end. ‘Til next year, we shall meet again.” You can tell James is getting teary eyed, but he’s trying his best to hold it in and you can see compassion in everyone’s eyes because they truly do respect James. One by one, everyone raises their drinks, except Jeffrey of course. 

“Yeah!” Eileen shouted. Then everyone followed by taking a chug of their drink.

Taking turns, the guests gave their final goodbyes to both you and James while James kept his arm around your waist, with John Lowe being the last one to say goodbye.

“I will be back with the bleach!” Miss Evers says as she’s making her way out the door, closing it as she leaves.

Now that the room is filled with silence of only you and your husband in it, he turns to look at you. “Well then. Time for your punishment, darling.” 

“Oh really now? What are you going to do to me?” You asked, biting your lip.

“Start making your way to our bedroom.” James pointed to the door with his cane and you immediately followed his command.

Walking behind you, he made sure to smack your ass with his cane.

James always feels guilty and hates himself everytime he has a flashback or PTSD episode – anon

Hope you enjoy, darlings. Jen.

Q was sat opposite, looking distressingly calm.

Bond, meanwhile, was waking up; it always felt like waking up, like he had been asleep or just gone. The only difference was that his throat was hoarse and his hands bloody from where his nails had been digging into the palms of his hands, his body aching and headache throbbing viciously in his temples.

“Welcome back. Are you okay?”

Bond stared at Q. Q looked exhausted, hair sticking up at bizarre angles and clothing rumpled. “Are you?”

“Oh, fine,” Q shrugged. “You were having a bad one though – I was quite worried for a while, you were hyperventilating.”

Bond’s jaw had stiffened into a tight line. “I repeat: are you alright?”

“And I repeat: yes, you bloody idiot, I’m fine, but I wasn’t in the middle of a serious panic attack about thirty seconds ago.”

“You can’t pretend this doesn’t affect you.”

“James, please,” Q asked tiredly. “We’ve been through this several times before. I don’t care. It’s not my favourite thing to happen in the middle of the night, but I’m kind of used to it, and I love you. The only thing that upsets me is seeing you in so much pain.”

Bond still looked utterly mutinous; Q knew that expression, knew full bloody well that Bond wouldn’t believe a word of it. He never did. The difficulty was stopping Bond trying to be a martyr.

“Please, James…”

“What happened?”

Q kept his expression carefully tailored. “You lashed out, I got myself out of the way. Thrashed around for a bit, hyperventilated, you didn’t respond to my voice at all so I let you tire yourself out. And now here we are. I’m absolutely fine. Mostly tired and could do with a cuddle.”

Bond was still practically frozen; Q sighed, reached out.

To his surprise, Bond didn’t pull away.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, so quietly, almost inaudibly. “It’s only a matter of time.”

“The more you reiterate that, the more likely it becomes,” Q pointed out. “We need to get you some help. Proper help. I know that isn’t necessarily what you want to hear, but…”

“… okay.”

Q stopped. Eyebrow furrowed. “What?”

“Okay. To getting help. I’ll get help.”

“But you hate the idea.”

Bond shot a wry smile in his direction. “Yes, but I love you more than I hate the idea.”

After a moment trying to get his sleepy brain to understand, Q’s smile erupted into something utterly beaming and – in spite of everything – Bond mimicked.

“You love me.”

Bond raised an eyebrow. “Of course I love you, you idiot,” he replied fondly, and held Q closer, so close it smothered the dreams, even if only for a moment.

All of Sirius’ warnings telling Harry not be stupid, to keep his nose clean, to avoid rash decisions - all of them were painful to pen, they went against his nature, and he knew, Harry’s.

But every letter made him imagine the terrified faces of his friends during the last war. Imagined James and Lily, and their false charm when they proposed the idea of giving Harry a godfather at all, knowing with a sickening feeling as he looked his closest friend and his pregnant wife, that it was all too real for them - a world where their child might need a guardian. 

And Sirius wanted badly to be that guardian. So he gave the advice he imagined giving the boy, had Sirius been the one to teach him about his destiny. Imagined placing his hands on the boy’s face, and seeing Harry, not his parents, not the brave people he had loved, not the child soldiers from the Order but the scared child they’d left behind. What would he say to that child? 

Exactly what James would have done. Be careful. Keep your nose clean. Don’t do anything rash. 

Say You Love Me

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by jamesp0tter 

“What did he do, Lily?” Remus asked, his voice still tinged with laughter.

She bit her lip in hesitance - she could easily make something up that he had done, but decided against it. Godric, what didn’t James do? Lily felt like telling them how he runs his hands through his hair every two seconds and messes it up even more than it already was, and how pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose with the knuckle of his index finger where he wears his family ring, and how he chews his quills and licks his lips afterwards and he talks with his hands when he’s explaining something and how they shouldn’t even get her started on how he rolls his jumper to his elbows or what his shoulders look like in his Quidditch jersey or how he lets his tie hang off his neck. But instead she dropped into the chair closest to her saying simply, “I hate him.”

@snapslikethis ty so much for offering to read hehe :) 

stitches: remus lupin

Every month, there was a particular day that always got you nervous. It was the full moon, and Remus always told you to not worry about it, that he will be okay, but despite of his comforting words you never could get to sleep.

You were in your bed reading your favourite book, hoping that it would be something to stop your mind wondering about the dangers your boyfriend faced. Of course, it wasn’t working but it was enough to get you to sleep.

Rough hands were shaking you and opening your tired eyes, there were three figures. In the corner of your eye you could see the sun beginning to rise, you had only got a few hours of sleep.

“James, where is Remus?” You asked, voice shaking with worry when you realised he wasn’t with them.

The three exchanged looks with one another and looked back at you, regret resting on their faces. They were hurt, Sirius had a sling on his right arm, James was limping and Peter had a large scratch on his left cheek. If you had not known about the night before, you would of thought of an accident that happened in one of their stupid pranks. But this wasn’t a prank, and it wasn’t funny either.

“He-” you began but your voice broke and tears were blurring your vision. Sirius rushed over and hugged you.

“I’m sorry sweetheart, we tried as best as we could,” he mumbled in your ear, voice raspy and pain stricken.

“It’s not your fault, Sirius. I know that, but I want to see him.” You wiped your tears from your cheeks with the back of your hands and got up slowly.

“Y/N..” James began.

“No James, I want to see him.” You finalised and began putting a jumper over your pajamas. They didn’t want you to see him, and it was evident when they slowly followed behind you. But you had to see him.

The corridors of Hogwarts were awfully quiet, like the paintings on the wall were afraid to breathe as you walked up to the hospital wing, as if they knew the pain the group of four felt for their friend. Madam Pomfrey rolled her eyes when she heard the faint knock and the open of the door, as you paced over to Remus.

Quickly grabbing a chair you sat next to him and took a look at what was the aftermath of the night before. Bruises scattered across his arms and a bandage was wrapped around his right ankle.

“He broke two rib bones, too,” Madam Pomfrey huffed on the other side of the room.

“So be careful with him, yeah? Don’t need him to be injured anymore than he is now.” With that, she turned around and walked out of the room.

You looked back at Remus and felt sympathy for him. Well, you always did. But this was worse. Usually he would come out of the fight with a few scratches and an aching body which was nothing a few days rest could fix.

The sun was now shining brightly through the windows, it would have to be at least 7am by now, and people would be getting up to get ready for the day. The sun was warm on your skin, and it shone on his face causing him to twitch and scrunch his face.

“Look!” You whispered, and the remaining marauders walked over to the bed, more than ecstatic to see him awakening again.

“Babe, is that you?” His voice scratchy, and lanky arms reaching out to grab for you. A laugh escaped from your mouth when he grabbed you around the waist and pulled you onto the bed. He winced when you landed on his arm. Immediately regretting what happened you got off the bed and sat back down on the chair.

“Hey I wanted yo-”

“No Remus, you’re hurting and it’s not helping. You need to rest.” You said, tears beginning to fall from your eyes again. How could someone be so good to the world and to be treated so badly in return?

“Come here, don’t need you crying, yeah?” And he opened his arms, stretched out patiently as you sat stubbornly on the chair. Eventually you decided to and got onto the bed, careful movements making sure to not touch his injuries. The tears fell onto his shirt and he cooed placing kisses on your hairline. “I’m okay,” “I’m okay,” he repeated until your hiccups subsided and there were no tears. You traced inane patterns on his stomach and he chuckled.

“Shouldn’t you be getting ready for breakfast?” He questioned, eyebrows raised when you looked up to him.

“You know I’m not going anywhere, Remus. Not after last night,” You whispered, chin resting on his chest.

“Besides its not like I’m missing out on anything, I’ve been to every class this whole school year.”

He still looked skeptical, but the tightening of his arms around your waist said otherwise.

When you looked around the room, there was no one else but the two of you.

“James, Sirius and Peter were here before,” you stated and he nodded, like he knew they snuck out to give the both of you some space. A comfortable silence resting between the two of you as the sun made patterns across the blanket.

“Could you tell me a story?” He asked, so quiet you were sure he hadn’t said it.

Smiling widely, “of course I can, love.”

“There once was a group of friends that despite their differences, united together to make the better of their flaws, and to live their lives in such a way that anyone else would dream of having,” you began, and he smiled because the sound of your voice was like a lullaby, wishing him to sleep.

“Go on.” he yawned, cuddling up to you even more as you brushed your fingers through his hair.

“Of course they were a mess. But it was a beautiful mess because they held each other up, like a screw keeps a door on, or a house staying up even after strong winds tried to knock it down.” You stopped and he was asleep, quiet breaths blowing onto your face.

“They are good friends, you know, I hope you never lose them.” You yawned, rambling on tiredly to his sleeping self as you too, fell into the world of dreams and nightmares.

A Sunday Kind Of Love

Fandom: Chicago PD
Pairing: Linstead
Timeline: Set about a week after 3.17, during Jay’s off week.
Genre: Fluff and smut on a Sunday.
Rating: M

  • “Read your latest one shot. Amazing!! Here for all the Linstead angst and smut because… angst and smut. If you’re taking requests, I’d enjoy reading either Jay being injured (angst), or waking up on a Sunday morning (smut).”
  • “I love your linstead oneshots! can you write something where Erin questions jay about Brianna like after she saw the hand-holding and what the ex husband said about her wanting to sleep with him? :)”

A/N: Here we go with another one. Also look out out for the injured Jay one, it should come up sometime soon.

The title comes from a song by Etta James.

It’s one of the few Sunday’s they have off. Sure, they get an occasional weekend here and then, where the caseload is low and they’re all caught up on paperwork, but it doesn’t happen often. Criminals don’t rest, even on a Sunday.

But this one is calm and as peaceful as it can be, after the events of past week, when Jay lost a friend and was almost shot himself. It has been a tough couple of days to say the least.

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Originally posted by pleasingpics

@nephilimwolf​ I ship you with Remus Lupin!

“Remus come on, just tell me.” You smiling up at him, your hand gripping him firmly by his tie. He looked at you and scratched the back of his neck, smiling nervously. “It`s nothing, we just deal with some. . Problems together.” He said, not sounding convincing. You got a worried feeling in your gut saying something was off. “Remus, where do you and the guys disappear to?” You asked him a little more sternly, your smile now gone. “Ehh we-“he started, but got interrupted by Sirius, James and Peter coming around the corner to the hallway you were standing in “Moonie you ready to-, oh, did we interrupt something.” Sirius said with his signature smirk. “No you didn`t, I`ll leave.” You said shortly and walked away from the guys, a little angry but also hurt that Remus didn`t trust you enough to tell him. “y/n wait.” He said and started to step towards you, but James put his hand on his chest, causing him to stop. “We got to get going.” He told him. He looked back towards you again but you had disappeared around the corner already. “Bloody hell.” He just said with a sigh, he hated to keep his secret from you, but he was more afraid of what your reaction would be when you found out. “She`ll come around, don`t worry mate.” James said reassuring. He didn`t reply, he just started to walk towards the shrieking shack.

You were sitting in a sofa in the room of requirement, you needed some peace and knew no one usually came in here except for you and the marauders. Right now the room were filled with beds and sofa`s, a place just to relax. You loved Remus that wasn`t a question, and deep down you knew he would tell you what he was hiding sooner or later. Of course, you wanted it to be sooner but you have to trust him.

The door opening pulled you out of your daze and brought your attention to the noise. It was Remus, he was covered in bruises and few scrapes. You gasped shocked and ran to him. You stopped in front of him, afraid to hurt him if you touched him. “What happened?” you asked, looking at him worried. He gave you a weak smile “Just been sorting out a few problems, didn`t quite get it right.” He told you. You brought your hands to the sides of his face and pressed your lips to his. Then pulled apart to look at him. “You don`t have to tell me, just promise me to let me help in anyway I can. I`m here for you Remus, always will be.” You told him. He leaned in and kissed you again, when you pulled apart he embraced you in a hug and kissed the top of your head.  “That`s all I need.”


“What, Sirius?” I jokingly sighed and turned to my boyfriend of two months, who I felt staring at me for the past five minutes. He touched my cheek, making the spot where his finger touched tingle, and sighed back.

“You look so beautiful.” 

“I don’t think so, because you’re the most beautiful human being who ever existed.”

This made Sirius laugh and he shook his head. “With you living, that’s impossible.”

I couldn’t help smiling and caught up in the moment, I reached out and stroked Sirius’s jet black hair. He didn’t let anyone touch his hair except for me. He would even slap away James’s hand if it came near it. We were sitting with our backs turned to everyone else, and i thought that no one could possibly see us.

“Is that y/n touching Sirius Black’s hair?!”

My hand snapped back and my face turned bright red as whispers started traveling around the common room. I looked at Sirius with my eyes wide, expecting a terrified boy looking back at me. To my surprise, Sirius seemed perfectly calm and collected. He slid his hand over mine and ran his callused thumb calmingly over my knuckles.

“Love, it’s okay if people find out. I’ve been thinking about it, and I think it’ll be really cool. We wouldn’t have to hide in a corner to kiss–” he kissed my nose, “or hug–” Sirius ran both his hands up my back and nuzzled the crook of my neck, “or anything.”

With Sirius’s arms pinning me to his chest, my hands were pressed up against him and I laughed nervously as I felt all eyes in the common room burning into me. After a second, I decided that he was right and nodded. 

“I want everyone to know that you’re my boyfriend.”

And for the first time in our relationship, Sirius kissed me and I kissed him back, not caring who saw.

Slow Down

Breathe, Sharna, you have to breathe.

Despite her best efforts, Sharna’s heart rate was still up, she was still sweating, and she was still angry for no reason at all.

She slammed open the door and tried once again to calm herself. But once again, she couldn’t. She threw her stuff down by the wall and closed her eyes, running her hand through her hair.

“I’m sorry.” The voice startled Sharna from her thoughts, and she looked down by the wall to where she had thrown her crap down. Sitting right by the mess was an amused looking James, looking at her with slight confusion in his expression.

“What are you sorry for?” Sharna’s voice sounded tired even to her.

“I don’t know, I just don’t want to have a purse thrown at me.” Sharna’s lips momentarily were tugged into a smile. 

“No, I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there. I’m sorry I’m late, I’ve just been having a rough morning.” James lifted himself up off the ground and came to stand by her.

“Want to tell me about it?”

“Not unless you want to hear the specifics of my dog’s puke that she upchucked all over my carpet two minutes before I had to leave. And quite honestly, the driver that didn’t know how to read speed limit signs wasn’t all that exciting either. It’s just been one of those mornings.” James pursed his lips and nodded his head.

“I know what you mean.” Sharna shook her head.

“Anyways, let’s get started. I’ve already wasted enough time. We need to work on this Argentine Tango. So this tango is going to be pretty….intimate. Not like our rumba, per se, but more of a sexy, sensual, dangerous dance. It’s kind of got the closeness of the rumba, but the intensity of the tango or the Paso Doble.”

Sharna’s phone rang out as she finished, causing her to roll her eyes.

She walked briskly over to it and picked it up, listening to the voice on the other end before muttering something unintelligible and hanging up.

She layed her head on the wall and rubbed her temples.

Footsteps approached her.

“Sharna, is everything alright?”

“No. Jenna’s sick so she won’t be here today and we have to get this trio down and we haven’t even learned the first few steps of the Argentine Tango and I’m just-I’m trying.” She sounded exhausted. “But everything’s going to be alright in the end, so let’s just keep on working.” Sharna tried to walk past James but he caught her arm. She took a breath and turned to face him, his eyes full of concern and tenderness.

“Sharna. Slow down.” He pulled her to him and wrapped his arms around her, holding her to him. Sharna let out a breath she didn’t remember holding as she wrapped her arms loosely around his waist and rested her forehead on his shoulder. When he gently kissed the top of her head, she could feel the tension melt out of her.

“It’s only Wednesday. I know that you want to get back out there and you know just how much I want you to be right there with me too. But you need to slow down. You’re exhausted, and you are putting way too much strain on yourself. I know you want it to be perfect, and I would like nothing else than to get a perfect score dancing with you. But Shar, let me tell you, it doesn’t matter if we get all 10s. Every dance that I dance with you is perfect. You’re perfect. And there’s nothing that you could do that will ever make me lo-like you any less.”

Sharna smiled against his shoulder. “Was that a ‘love’ I heard?”

“No. I said like.”

“Only after you started to say love.” James took her by the shoulders and held her at arms length.

“I will enforce the ‘arms’ length’ rule if I have to.” Sharna laughed.

“We both know that it will never last.”

James shrugged, “Eh. Whatever you say.”

“Besides, you’d make practice pretty hard seeing as I just told you our dance is sensual.”

“Fine. Get as close as you want. I know you just can’t resist me.” Sharna made a face.

“Get over yourself, stud.” James laughed.

“Ok, so we really do need to get working on this Argentine Tango.”

The next hour was spend on the floor, and every time Sharna got close to James, she couldn’t help but think of his comment.

Get as close as you want.

If only she could.

It killed her every time he swept her up into his hugs and his eyes and his sense of humor because he was something she couldn’t have the way she wanted. She was so lucky to have gotten him as her partner, but the lingering touches, the longing gazes exchanged, the knowledge that one day. It was all slowly eating away at her. And when he made comments like that she had a hard time not taking them seriously.

“Hey.” Sharna jerked her head up to where James was standing in the middle of the dance floor. “Come here.”

Sharna gave him an arched eyebrow but walked towards him.

He looked down at his phone, tapped it a few times, and held out his hand to her.

She smiled and took the offering, laying her head on his shoulder once again as a slow song started playing out of the phone in his pocket. 

The refrain slowly hit her as he swayed with her slowly.

Slow down, slow down
Grab a coffee here with me
And take a second to breathe
Slow down, slow down
Let’s be quiet for a while
And I will try to make you smile
Slow down (Mike Mains and the Branches, “Slow Down”)

She let out a sigh of content. He took her hand and spun her before putting his forehead against hers.

“Are you ready to slow down yet?”

She didn’t answer, but she didn’t need to. They had all the time in the world, and they didn’t need to rush. 

So she was content in the moment, slow dancing with the man she may or may not be in love with. She didn’t know.

She would just take it slow.

House Sitter (Part 3)

Prompt: For the chance of taking a course far from home you decided to house sit for a lovely couple. And everything would go strictly as planned if it wasn’t for this unexpected character coming into picture

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: None ;)

Word Count: 1,019

Author’s Note: As always, if you see any words that could/should be replaced or sentences that could be better put together please feel free to point it out! English is not my first language and this will help me improve ;)

Y/N = Your Name

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Entering his car you started to think of something to say so the mood wouldn’t get awkward before you reached the place he was taking you 

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I have this headcannon that James has god awful fashion sense, but after Lily and James get married she lays his clothes out for him and typically dresses Harry in the mornings.

But one morning Lilys running late and she hands Harry off to James. And as she’s running out the door, she sees her baby dressed in what has to be the most ridiculous outfit ever. His onesie is this orange and white striped thing, and he has on purple paisley overalls (where did James even FIND those she thought she burned them) and his socks have little Santas on them (it’s August). And it’s just. So bad.

But James is so proud of himself for doing such a great job, and look how cute Harry is Lils, I want to dress him every morning we had so much fun he picked the socks out himself.

And she rolls her eyes at him, but secretly loves how excited and silly her boys are.