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The Potter Wedding aka The Gang Discovers Murphy’s Law

• James proposed to Lily fresh out of Hogwarts. Both of them were thrilled and excited, couldn’t wait to start spending life together as a married couple.

• But they soon realised that wedding planning is a pain in the arse and you can’t make everybody happy.

• Lily asked Petunia to be her maid of honour. Petunia said she’d think about it and give her answer when she and Vernon went out for dinner with James and Lily. That dinner was a disaster, Vernon and James boasting and ridiculing each other until everyone was in horrible spirits. It was one of the only times James saw Lily cry, hot angry tears as she demanded he apologise and sought to mend things with her sister. But Petunia’s mind was made up…. wizards and witches were awful and she would have no part in the wedding (or as she spat at Lily “the freak show,”).

• So Lily asked Marlene to be her maid of honour and acted as if everything was fine. But it still made her heart ache to know she wouldn’t be standing there with her sister.

• James asked Sirius to be his best man. Remus and Peter were also in the party. Sirius took his duties as best man very seriously (obligatory pun) and was more of a bridezilla than Lily, trying to make sure everything was perfect.

• Family, as Lily had found out, is the hardest to work around for weddings. As James was about to find out. When Lily and James set a date, they worked around the calendar to make sure it wasn’t near a full moon. They wanted to make sure Remus could be in as high spirits as possible. But Mr. and Mrs. Potter wrote to James to inform him that if they scheduled it on that particular day, they wouldn’t be able to attend. “It’s the same day your father is being given an award for a life long commitment to the potions industry and we can’t miss that, my dear, you understand.” And the only other day possible was the day after a full moon. James cried from stress as he told Remus.

“Mate, I am so sorry, I wanted this to be fun for you too.”

Remus was always the most understanding, but James could see the disappointment behind his smile. “Don’t worry about it, Jamie, honestly. I’ll still be there! Maybe take a nap while you make your toast about how much you love Evans because I’ve heard it way too many times already.”

“You’re not mad?”

“Of course not! This is your wedding!”

• They say that a bad rehearsal means a good performance in theatre. But does a good rehearsal mean a bad wedding in matrimony? Maybe because that rehearsal dinner went suspiciously smooth. Afterwards Lily did cry over her family’s lack of attendance, Sirius and Remus disappeared for Remus’ transformation, and James got a three hour lecture on the duties of a husband from his parents who worried that maybe he was too young. Peter was left alone and sulky.

• The day of the wedding finally came. And Lily couldn’t fit into her dress. As friends and bridesmaids magically helped her widen the hips, she realised she hadn’t had her period…. she was at least a month late. She shook her head, she couldn’t think about this now. But it would explain the crying….. maybe she should tell James. Eh well… better wait.

• On the gentlemen’s side, Sirius was freaking out. He couldn’t find the rings. He swore he’d put them in his pocket at the rehearsal dinner and…… shit…. he’d left those trousers in the woods by accident after transforming with Remus! Shit! Shit! There was no way he was going to be able to get them now! He enlisted an exhausted Remus and a still cranky Peter to help him try to recreate the rings from memory, transfiguring random bits of things they had on hand in an attempt to make the beautiful heirlooms James had entrusted him with.

It did not work.

James totally noticed.

And normally easy going James was PISSED. How could Sirius have messed this up??? He had one job!

Fortunately, Remus eventually found the trousers and the rings. And James eventually forgave Sirius his mistake… he understood. Sirius had just received a very hateful letter from Regulus.

• The ceremony itself was fine. Nobody mucked up their vows. James cried when he saw Lily. Lily practically ran down the aisle. It was beautiful. Nobody noticed the fresh cuts on Remus’ neck or the exhausted dark circles under everybody’s eyes. They were all used to that sight.

• There was meant to be a party. But that didn’t happen. James and Lily had barely been announced “Mr. and Mrs. Potter” when a message came that Death Eaters were in the next village, destroying houses and killing muggleborns. So off to the rescue they went, Lily still in her wedding gown as they forced the Death Eaters to retreat and healed the wounded.

• Lily and James got to their honeymoon destination, a small bed and breakfast out in the countryside. The room was lovely and decorated with all manner of candles. But they couldn’t enjoy it, they were exhausted. They flopped down in bed and fell asleep almost instantly. Not before James tucked a strand of hair behind Lily’s ear though and whispered, “I love you, Mrs. Potter.”

She smiled and squeezed his hand. She’d tell him the news in the morning.

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To the Rescue

Summary: Uncle Chris Evans - need I say more? || fluff!

Word Count: 1175

Note: For fictional/writing purposes, I’ve named Chris’ nephews even though I have 0 knowledge of their actual names, so yeah, please keep that in mind!!

A/N: Dedicating this fic to my beloved @retroasgardian because I love her to death. hope you all enjoy this! :)

Originally posted by chrisevanshh

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Motopossession

James was walking home from work one day when a guy on a motorcycle in full leather stopped and approached him. 

“Hey, man. How’s it going?” said the biker

“Doing well and yourself?” James looked at the biker kind of confused, but also a bit curiously. He wasn’t able to make out a face behind the dark tint of the helmet, but the voice was that of a man. James was impressed with the motorcycle and the leather outfit the biker wore. The two began to converse about the bike and how the man had had it for a long time. James admired how pristine the biked looked. 

“Your bike looks awesome, man. I wish I could own a bike like that some day” James said with a gleam in his eyes. 

“If you want you can test ride it. We’ve only just met, but you seem like the type of guy that appreciates a good bike when he sees it.” 

James was in awe when he heard that. “Are you sure?”

The man nodded and stepped off his bike signalling James to take a seat. 

 James put one foot over the leather seat, put his hands on the handles, and leaned forward imagining his ride even before he started. The motorcycle headlights suddenly blinked and in that instant, James eyes also blinked with a certain light. James’ body shot up. He rubbed his eyes. 

The man asked if James was alright. 

“Never felt better.” James said with a grin on his face toward the man. 

“Oh. Before you go, you’ll need a helmet.”

The man had removed his helmet to reveal a headless figure standing in front of James. James looked in shock at the freestanding motorcycle suit and helmet. The suit had removed it’s helmet and quickly placed it over James’ head. James was freaking out. He didn’t know what he just saw. He tried to remove the helmet from his head, but he could not. A voice….the voice of the man was in his head. 

“Don’t fight it, son. Give in to me. You know you want to feel the rush of being on a motorcycle; the warmth of my leather covering your body.” 

James felt massive amounts of adrenaline running through his veins. The helmet was sending feelings of excitement and power into James’ head. James was finally able to take off the helmet. He was breathing heavily from the rush he had just felt from putting on the helmet. He saw that the motorcycle suit was no longer standing alone, but was on the ground. James looked at the leather with lust in his eyes, He quickly grabbed up the one piece leather suit and began to breathe in heavily. The smell of the leather gave him a sense of ecstasy. 

He heard a faint voice in his head. “Yes. Put me on.”

He was beginning to be sexually aroused by the suit. He put the outfit in his backpack, put the helmet on, and quickly rode back to his house. As soon as he got home he stripped off his clothes. He wanted to feel the leather on his naked body. He put one foot through the legs of the suit. His cock growing from the excitement of the leather touching his skin. He then put his other foot in, pulled it up his body, and put each of his arms through the thick leather. His dick was hard as a rock and sticking out from the V the suit formed from it not being zipped. Jame tucked his dick in one of the legs of the suit. He zipped it suit up slowly and felt pleasure course through his body as he was enveloped by the leather suit. Finally, he had put each of the boots over his feet completing the outfit. 

“Well done.” The words had come from James’ mouth. James looked in confusion as he walked to a mirror. A devilish grin came over James’ face. 

“We are now one, James. You and I.” He rubbed his leather covered torso and took in a deep breath. “We are going to have so many adventures.”

James walked outside and hopped on his new bike. His new leather suit covering him for the ride. He smiled, put on his helmet, and rode off. 


home + john shelby.

In which John Shelby’s children
are rather fond of the young woman
that lives next door to them.


“Don’t you kids have a home to go to instead of raiding mine?”

They knew the words weren’t sincere. It had been days that had turned into weeks that quickly faded to months since all five of the children had found comfort in your home. It had become a routine of some sort, for each and every one of them to end up in your house at one point during the day — and it was usually around tea time, too, because the cheeky little buggers had learned far too quickly that five p.m. was the time you ate, and they had also learned that you could never resist their faces and always ended up dishing plates for them all.

So when you spoke those words for the third time that night, the eldest two of the five siblings rolled their eyes and sent each other a smirk.

“You know you love us really,” William, ever the blunt one, said, his words muffled by the next mouthful of food he had shoved into his mouth. Katie sent her brother a glare as he did so, her small nose scrunching up in disgust. You matched her expression, shifting the two year old Henry onto your other hip as you leaned over the table and poked at William’s shoulder.

“Manners, Will.” You reminded him; the response you received consisting of a mumbled apology and a careless shrug, the young boy continuing his meal soon after. You turned when you felt a tug to your skirt, spotting James who pouted up at your taller figure, his short finger pointing towards his empty ball.

“Is there any more stew left?” James was only four, and he was by far the most polite and considerate of all the siblings you cared for (after Katie, of course), and the way he spoke your name and pronounced the word ‘please’ as his childish ‘pwease’, you couldn’t deny him the offer of seconds.

“Wait! Does that mean I get to have seconds too?” Oscar’s brows furrowed, and bless his heart — he looked so offended by the fact that James was offered the choosing of seconds, and following his exclaim, Katie and William’s soon followed.

Henry was clapping excitedly, the toddler having no idea as to what was truly happening in your filled kitchen, and you smiled down at him as you began to shush the siblings. “Alright, calm down you lot, you can all get seconds as long as you settle down and promise to eat it all.”

They immediately obeyed, and the children were handed their promised seconds of your stew, and like the good kids you knew they were; they kept to their own promises, and you were left with five completely empty balls to wash and no stew left to give out.

And as you stood by your sink washing the same dishes, the children having gone home around ten minutes beforehand, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself. Goodness, you loved those kids; even if their father had no idea that you even existed.

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It was around seven p.m. when all five of his kids came bounding through the front door, and John Shelby frowned as they came running in, barely even noticing their father stood in the kitchen.

John took the time to gaze upon his kids, with their wide smiles and hyperactive attitude, they looked different to him — different to how they looked months before. He noticed that they had gained some weight, because even though he tried his very best to make sure his children were proper fed at all times, it was a hard task to complete with his busy schedule and their lack of interest in Polly’s dinners that he had her cook for them. So, why were they suddenly gaining weight?

John also took notice of the fact that they were coming home with noticeably less scratches and grazes than they used to, from when they would run around the streets like wild animals let loose, barefoot and barely any clothing covering them. And that they always seemed cleaner than they used to be, because God, his kids hated baths and getting clean, but they were suddenly lacking dirt and grime on their bodies and in their hair; and surely if his kids were still running around all day, they wouldn’t be so clean?

John Shelby knew something was up. And he just had to figure it out.

“Dad!” Katie was the first to notice him, and he was struck out of his thoughts when his children surrounded him, each one of them finding a part of his body to hug close to them. John laughed, trying his best to work his arms around every one of them, pressing kisses to all their heads.

They even smelled nice, he noted. Like soap and vanilla — a clean and tidy smell, on his kids, the Shelby kids; something was definitely going on.

“A'right you lot?” He smiled down at them, lifting little Henry up with ease, resting him on his side as the other four continued to chant the word ‘dad’ over and over again. John rolled his eyes playfully, patting Oscar’s head as the boy wrapped himself around the right leg belonging to John. “Right, calm down. And let me sit down, will ya’s? My back is killing me with all the extra weight.”

They had backed up for near a second as he sat down on the sofa, but as soon as his ass came in contact with the soft cushions, the kids were surrounding him once more, all fighting for a seat next to their dad. It had ended up with Henry and James on both his knees, with Katie sat beside where his head lay on the back of the sofa, William leaning his body against her legs with Oscar just about sprawled over him. John chuckled as they all settled.

“Where have you’s got all this energy from, eh? Aren’t you’s tired from running 'round all day again?” He questioned, and though it may seem as though he was teasing them with their childish energy, all he really wanted to do was find out what the fuck was going on with his kids.

“Tired? What’s tired?” William giggled, leaning his head on his father’s arm as Katie played with the hair atop John’s head. John just narrowed his eyes, pursing his lips in thought.

“Have you’s lot had anythin’ to eat today, then?” He tried again, and James was the one to answer, craning his neck to look at his father over his small shoulder.

“You gave us toast this morning, 'member, dad?” James tucked his lower lip out, and John cursed himself at his kids quick answers and clueless persona. If Polly were present, she would have told him that they had gotten it from himself, and John was thankful that his aunt was not present at the time being.

But then again, Aunt Polly was never afraid to get to the point with anyone; something he needed at the time. “Right, but I meant after that, are you’s hungry?”

“Stew!” Henry’s voice bellowed, and John quickly turned to his youngest — as did his other four with wide eyes.

“Stew? Did someone give ya’s stew?” John asked, trying to keep his voice steady, not wanting to make his kids fear that he would get angry at the possibility of someone caring for, his, kids.

It was silent for a moment, John looking at every one of his kids before it was broken by a sigh that flew from Katie’s mouth, and the six year old looked to her dad with a guilty expression on her youthful face.

“A'right dad, we’ll tell you. But you gotta promise you won’t get angry — we don’t want you scaring her away.”

John’s jaw clenched, and despite his better judgement, he agreed. It was clear as day that his kids cared for this unknown 'she’, and he hated to admit that it seemed like this 'she’ cared for his kids too.

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The last thing you expected to wake up to was John Shelby at your door.

It was around nine in the morning, you had already been awake for an hour, busying yourself with tasks such as cleaning around the house and reading a book that you had found laying around; no doubt from the many exploring’s that the Shelby’s had made around your home. It had started out as a fairly regular morning, all until John fucking Shelby of all people knocked on your front door.

“Hi,” the speech was simple, and you had no idea why your heart leapt into your throat at the sound of it. Though you had encountered his children many times, you had never met John. The caring for his kids had remained unknown to him, but you supposed that was all over. Because why else would John Shelby end up at your doorstep at nine in the morning?

Fuck, you were screwed. You should have known better than to get involved with a Peaky Blinder’s kids.

(But that could never change the fact that you still loved those damned kids with all your heart.)

“Um, hello.” You said, and almost cringed at the sound of your own voice. John Shelby was always spoke about around town, the young man with all the kids, the man who lost his childhood sweetheart and first wife far too soon, the youngest well-known Shelby brother after Arthur and Tommy Shelby. And it may have sounded completely inappropriate, but John Shelby was also very bloody handsome; especially so up close, because he was, in fact, very close to your face as he looked down at you.

“I assume you know who I am.”

“Of course,” you answered quickly, probably too quickly, and you held your breath as he narrowed his blue eyes, brows furrowing. You were beginning to feel hot under his intense gaze, and you wished that he would just look away from you for a moment so you could let out the breath you were aggressively holding in.

“Then I assume you know why I’m here.” He spoke again, his words careful and slow, deliberate and knowing.

And that’s when you burst.

“Okay, look, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for getting involved in your kids life, especially without your permission, and I know that it was wrong and I should have come straight to you when they started coming to my house and talking to me, and I know I should have probably stopped them from welcoming themselves into my home — but, damnit, I love those kids. They’re amazing, and they’re smart, and I hate how people overlook that because they’re your kids. And I know you’re most likely never gonna let me see them again, and I understand that, but I just want you to know that I never did anything but care for those kids, and I looked after them when they needed it, and I know you’re capable of all that too and I’m not trying to say you’re not; but, it’s just, I love your kids, John. I care for them, no matter how ridiculous it may sound. They’ve become almost like my family, and I just want you to know that you’ve done an amazing job in raising them so far, even if you don’t think so yourself.”

“— Thank you.” John Shelby was stunned, completely and utterly. He blinked down at you, breathing heavily from your sudden speech as you looked to him in confusion.

“Wait, what? You’re not shouting at me and telling me to stay away from your kids?”

John laughed, no matter how crazy it sounded. He shook his head, smirking at the expression on your face. “I said, thank you. I don’t hear that I raise my kids well often, it’s always the opposite, actually. Not that I blame anyone, I hardly have any control over them and I just let them run a mock around the streets half the time. But, things have just been hard since Martha died, ya know? I just feel like I can’t do it on my own. And I probably can’t, since it took almost a complete stranger to make my own kids behave and settle down a bit.”

You frowned at his tone of voice, and without really thinking, you grabbed hold of his hands with your own and looked him right in his blue eyes. “Ey, don’t say stuff like that. I know you’re a good dad, those kids — they love you more than anything in the world. All they ever talk about is you, Will’s always going on about how he wants to be just like his dad, and Katie’s always saying that she’ll never get a boyfriend because her dad loves her too much for her to get one. They love you, Mr Shelby. And if anything, they only act so wild sometimes because they miss you.”

“Miss me?” John repeated.

“Well, you work a lot, don’t you? With your brothers and stuff, I mean. I think the only reason the kids do some things is to get your attention, ya know? Like running around barefoot, that’s gotta get your attention, right? That’s all they want, I’m sure.”

“Fuck,” he muttered. John looked to his shoes, no longer having the guts to raise his eyes to yours. You were right, he realised. He was barely around, he threw himself into his work, and it had become so much of a problem that his own kids were running wild just to get his attention on them for a matter of minutes. “I’m a fucking terrible dad, ain’t I?”

“What? No! You’re a brilliant dad, John. You just gotta let yourself realise that.” Your voice was so sincere and soft, warm with honey and covered in sugar that he couldn’t resist the urge to look at you once again.

He realised how pretty you were, how the colour of your eyes made him want to smile and how your own smile brought a dose of happiness throughout him, and how you were such an amazing person, with equally amazing beauty that could stun him into silence.

John smiled, slow, but sure. “Thank you, love. You may not have realised it, but you helped a lot with the kids. And you just helped me a lot too, like — I really fucking owe you one.”

You seemed to realise you were squeezing his hands when he squeezed yours after that, and your eyes widened as you quickly pulled your own from his, awkwardly clearing your throat as you wiped the sweat that was forming on your palms onto your clothing, trying to ignore the fact that John Shelby was looking down at you with an amused smirk that seemed effortlessly sexy.

“Don’t worry about it, Mr Shelby. Really, it’s been an honour to look after your kids. You don’t have to worry about owing me anything.”

John was shaking his head before you even finished your sentence. “No, really, I wanna do something for you. Are ya doin’ anything tonight?”

“Um,” you really couldn’t think of an excuse, and you weren’t sure if you even wanted an excuse to get out of whatever John Shelby had planned. “No, I’m not doing anything tonight.”

“Good,” John smiled, teeth and all. It was a beautiful sight, and it was a sight you wanted to see much more of in the future. “So you won’t mind a drink with me down at the Garrison, then? My treat.”

You couldn’t help but smile right back at him, because though you knew it was probably best to stay out of the way of the Shelby’s (meaning no drinks with John Shelby), you couldn’t resist the temptation the offer brought. And after all, you had already began caring for his children. What harm would a simple drink do?

“I wouldn’t mind that at all, Mr Shelby.”

He grinned.

“Just call me John, love.”

Harry Potter and The Cursed Child Fic: I Am My Brother’s Keeper ( Part 1 of 4)

By: @rarity-kasket

2.6k words, G-rated

Being the son of Harry Potter isn’t easy and being the brother of James Sirius “Golden Boy” Potter doesn’t make it any better. However, as obnoxious as his brother can be, Albus wouldn’t trade him for the world. When Albus accidentally stumbles upon a secret, it threatens to break apart his already complicated and messy relationship with James.

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Click for Part 2, Part 3, Part 4


Winter of 2020

As Albus writes his Muggle Studies essay in the Great Hall, a presence looms over him. It’s James, grinning widely with a chess set tucked under his arms. Albus spares him the briefest of glances before resuming his homework.

“I thought you went home,” Albus says.

James shakes his head, casually taking a seat at the Slytherin table.

“Change of plans, I decided to stay for the holiday.” Albus looks up from his essay as if James has grown two heads. “You don’t have to look so shocked, Al.”

“Do Mum and Dad know that you’re not coming home for Christmas?”

James waves a hand at Albus, dismissively

“I owled them days ago to let them know that I’m keeping you company as you serve out your time. You know,  for almost destroying life as we know it and ushering in a new age of Dark Magic.”

“Ha. Really funny James.” Albus says dryly as he picks up his quill and begins to write once more.

“Anyways, they were fine with it,” James says, before placing his case on the table. “How about a game of wizard chess?”

“If you haven’t noticed, I’m in the middle of an essay.”

“It can wait. You have all of the break to work on it. Live a little.” Albus stops scrawling on his parchment to look up at James suspiciously. He is met with his brother’s impenetrable grin.

“We haven’t played wizard chess together since before Hogwarts.”  Albus says. It’s been ages.

“So? What is your point?”

“So, I don’t trust it. There’s probably stink pellets or belching powder hidden away in that case.  That’s what you do.  You’re James Sirius Potter.” Albus flinches as James opens his case to reveal an ordinary chess set. James smirks smugly.

“While I appreciate that you regard me as the Prankster King–”

“That’s not what I said.” Albus interrupts.

“It was implied. However, I am seriously asking, nay,  imploring you to play wizard chess with me.” James says as he begins to set up the board. Albus sighs as he puts away his homework. James’s triumphant grin does not go unnoticed.

“I’ll play on one condition, I want information.”

“Spoken like a true Slytherin.”

“Riddle me this: we haven’t played chess together in years. Why now?” Albus watches as James’s expression grows uncomfortable, his eyes flickering away as he plays with a chess piece. It seems strange to see James so hesitant.

“I should have done this earlier, but I just didn’t know what to say after–” There is a long pause. Albus sits patiently, waiting for James to gather his thoughts. “But–I keep thinking about Craig Bowker. I keep thinking about him and you and Scorpius on the Quidditch pitch that night. And maybe I haven’t been a good brother to you lately. And I know I make fun of you all the time. I keep thinking about that night because, it could have been you, Al. I couldn’t imagine a universe where I’m not bugging the shit out of you.  A universe where we’re not brothers. And I don’t want to. I guess what I am saying is that–I’ve really missed you.”

Albus stares at his brother, paralyzed by James’s confession. Slowly, something starts to mend inside of him, like water filling in the empty spaces of a glass. Something that he didn’t realize needed fixing.

He is swirling with emotions. Doubt. Hope. Regret. Love. Albus swallows thickly. There is so much he wants to say to James.

That James is right; he hasn’t been a good brother. He should have been there. That, for the longest time, Albus has been angry with James. He’s still angry. And despite how angry he is,  despite how obnoxious and pig-headed and self-centered James is… Albus couldn’t imagine a universe where he didn’t have James as a brother either.

Instead, Albus says, “We used to be so close.”

The weight of the world is in those words.

James nudges the board towards Albus.

Suddenly, this is no longer a mere game of chess. This is a second chance.

A subtle smile tugs on Albus’s lips as he reaches across the board to grab a white chess piece.

“Do you still play black?” James grins.

“Duh. Always.”

The present, Spring of 2025

“Would you like some help with the dishes Mrs. Potter?”  Scorpius offers, after they all finish dinner.

Harry and Teddy retreat into the living room to discuss Teddy’s recent research trip to the Americas.

Ginny gives Scorpius a grateful smile. “Oh no, Scorpius. I’m sure that James or Albus would like to volunteer instead.”

“Ugh. Mum! Teddy just got back, and I wanna hear all about his trip. If Scorpius has so graciously offered to help with the dishes, who am I to deny him that pleasure?” James grins wickedly, wrapping an arm around Scorpius’s shoulder.

Rolling her eyes, Ginny shifts her gaze to Albus, who purposely avoids her eyes. He has no interest in doing dishes. Ginny sighs.

“Actually, help would be lovely Scorpius. Would you dry the dishes for me?”

“Nothing would make me happier!” Scorpius chirps, following Mrs. Potter into the kitchen.

Albus stands by the table, observing them quietly.  His mum and Scorpius work in perfect sync, washing and drying dishes. From where Albus stands, he gets the perfect view of Scorpius leaning against the counter, charming a rag to dry the dishes. With a soft smile, warmth and fondness light Scorpius’s steely eyes as he chats idly with his mum. He looks so happy, so natural and at home in the Potter household.

“Just when I thought you couldn’t get any more pathetic…” Albus flinches as James disrupts his train of thought. An irritated scowl etches itself onto Albus’s features.

“What are you talking about?”

A slow and smug grin unfurls on James’s lips as his eyes gleam with mischief.

“Oh dearest brother, you know exactly what I am referring to.”

Albus follows James’s gaze to the kitchen. Specifically, a certain blond standing in the kitchen.

“I thought you were joining Teddy and Dad in the living room.”

“Don’t try to change the subject. We are talking about what’s going on between you and a certain flatmate.” James says.

“Nothing is going on.”

“That’s exactly the problem Albus. ”

Much to Albus’s annoyance, James tucks his younger brother’s head between his elbow and ruffles his hair.

“I can help,” Surprisingly, James is sincere when he says this.

“No.”

Definitely not.

“Seriously, let me help you. You need me to help you.” James finally lets him go.

“What does that mean?” Albus scoffs. In response, James raises an eyebrow at his brother.

“I’ve seen you in action. No offense Albus, but you’re absolutely rubbish. A lost cause.”

“I’m offended.”

“I said no offense.”

“News flash James, prefacing a sentence with ‘no offense’ does not make it any less offensive.”

“Point taken.” James says.

Albus sighs. “I’m not discussing this with you.”

“Why not? Awww, is somebody embarrassed?” James coos before pinching Albus’s cheek.

“James, stop touching me!!” Albus huffs, swatting him away.

“Can’t you two get along for five minutes? What exactly is going on here?” Ginny asks with an amused grin. Scorpius stands next to her, holding a bowl of strawberries and ginger biscuits that Harry had baked earlier. He looks just as amused as Ginny. Albus feels his cheeks tinge red.

“Nothing!” Both James and Albus shout. Ginny glances between the two boys, suspicious. When she doesn’t find any evidence of wrongdoing, she sighs.

“Well then, James, help Scorpius take the strawberries and biscuits out to Teddy and your father.” When James groans, she adds, “Do you really expect Scorpius to do all the work around here? He’s our guest. The living room is a few feet away. Trust me, it won’t kill you to be a little helpful around here.”

“Guest? Seriously? Scorpius might as well be your third son.”

Albus nearly chokes on air when he hears this.

“Keep talking, and I might consider adopting Scorpius to replace my eldest son.”

James objects with “You wouldn’t dare. We all know that I’m your favorite.”

“James.” Ginny groans.

“Hey!” Albus interjects.

“I would like to point out that you didn’t deny it. It’s okay, mum. It’ll be our little secret.” James says, winking.

“James Sirius Potter! Living room now!”

“Can’t stay out of trouble for five minutes, can you, Jamie?” Teddy resurfaces, taking a strawberry slice and popping it in his mouth as he ruffles James’s hair. The tips of James’s ears grow red as he tries to dodge Teddy’s hand.

“Ugh, Teddy, you’re ruining my hair!” James groans.

“It was already messy before I even touched it. What do you care anyway? Hot date tonight?” Teddy grins, and James’s face grows redder.

Watching Teddy harass James brings a wide grin to Albus’s face. It’s fun to watch. Teddy, the only person in the world that can get under James’s skin, has a soft spot in Albus’s heart.

“I could,” James grumbles.

Scorpius interrupts.

“I hope you don’t mind Teddy, but I wanted to hear more about your adventures in America. Did you really attend a lecture given by Newt Scamander?” Scorpius asks, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. Albus can’t help but shake his head at his best friend’s typical nerdiness.

“Yeah, he gave a lecture on the mating habits of the Thunderbird. And afterward, he signed my latest edition of ‘Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them’. I have my copy with me if you want to look at it.”

“Would I ever! Incredible! The mating habits of the Thunderbird? I’m intrigued. What did he have to say?” Scorpius asks.

Later that evening, Albus and Scorpius return to their flat together.

“I really enjoy this Sunday dinner tradition. I thought tonight went stupendously! What do you think?”  Scorpius asks Albus, smiling warmly as he peels off his jacket and hangs it on the coat rack. Albus shrugs in response before plopping down on their sofa. He tells himself not to get too comfortable there.

“I think Mum is ready to adopt you and trade in James and me.” This makes Scorpius’s smile grow brighter. Albus watches Scorpius knock off his shoes before joining him on the sofa.

“Teddy is splendiferous! I can’t believe that he met Newt Scamander! And he gets to travel and work with all of these cool magical beasts! How long is he here for?”

“Two weeks, so don’t get too attached to him. He’s staying at James’s flat until he leaves for Romania to study dragons with Uncle Charlie.”  Albus says as he slips off his own socks and shoes.

“Merlin’s beard! That’s fantastic!” Scorpius says with awe and adoration.

“Should I be worried that you might replace me with Teddy?” Albus laughs as Scorpius ducks his head in embarrassment.

“No one could ever replace you, Albus. Sure, Teddy is amazing, but you–” Scorpius says quietly before he falters.  

Albus wonders what Scorpius was going to say before he stopped himself. He never gets to ask because a roar of their fireplace interrupts them.

“Hello, Scorpius. Hello, Albus.” Rose greets them, stepping out of their heart. Despite having traveled by floo, she looks practically untouched by the soot. She dusts one of her shoulders off, but Albus thinks that she only does it out of formality. “I’m glad that I caught you. How was dinner?” She asks before making herself comfortable in a chair.

“Nice of you to drop by, Rose,” Scorpius says. “It went swimmingly actually. Teddy is back in town, and Harry made his famous biscuits. You should join us next Saturday.”

“Thanks for the invitation, but it seems like a Potter exclusive tradition. I would hate to intrude.”

“Scorpius goes to them, and he’s not a Potter.” Albus points out.

“It’s only a matter of time,” Rose says, smirking at Albus, who blanches at her comment. Scorpius laughs it off.

“Yeah, I think Mrs. Potter plans to adopt me as her third son.” He jokes. “So, how are things? Chudley Cannon practices?”

“Practices are great, and I think with me on the team, we have a real shot at the Quidditch Cup this year.” Albus snorts at this.

“Rose, it’s the Chudley Cannons. They never win. No one understands why you went to them when you could have had your pick of the league.”

“Yes, and you’re talking to the greatest Chaser of this generation. We’re going to win the cup this year,” Rose says, puffing out her chest proudly.

“How is Yann?” Scorpius asks.

Albus sees her thinking before her confidence fades, and she sinks into her chair.

Weird. It’s not a typical response from the ever confident Rose Granger-Weasley.

“He finally asked me out,” she says.

Both Scorpius and Albus sit up a little more in their seats.

“That’s great!” Scorpius exclaims.

At the same time, Rose says, “I turned him down.”

“You did?” Scorpius asks, and Rose shrugs her shoulders nonchalantly.

“I did.”

“But you really liked him.”

“It’s not going to work out.” She says flippantly. It confuses Albus. “After all, I foresee potential awkwardness with us being on rival Quidditch teams.”

“Yeah right,” Albus snorts. Rose narrows her eyes at Albus and cocks her head to the side.

“What does that mean?” Rose baits, raising a finely shaped eyebrow.

“It means that you do this all the time. It’s the same excuse with every guy. ”

“I find it so ironic that you of all people are giving me romantic advice when you have never had a date in your life.” Rose shoots back, and Albus looks down at his lap, red-faced.

Sensing the start of tension,  Scorpius redirects their conversation to light chatter. They talk about dinner, the Muggle University that Albus now attends, and Scorpius latest adventure working at St. Mungo’s. When it gets late, Rose floos back to her own flat.

”I’m tired. I’m going to bed.” Albus stands and yawns. “Are you staying up to study?”

“Yep, they have me in the Magical Bugs and Diseases ward tomorrow. So I’m going to do a little reading to brush up on dragon pox.” Scorpius replies, pulling a thick medical textbook into his lap. Albus quirks an eyebrow.

“Light reading? Scorpius, this is a huge textbook about magical illnesses.”

“I know, I never get sick of reading it,” Scorpius says before he bursts into laughter.

Albus rolls his eyes at the pun. “I walked right into that one.” He says flatly.

“Ya-huh!”

“Don’t stay up too late, even uber geeks like you need their beauty rest. And actually try to make it to your bed tonight.” Albus smirks as Scorpius’s cheeks grow warm and pink.

“I’ve only fallen asleep on the sofa once or twice.”

“Or five or six times.” Albus teases as he retreats towards the hallway. “Night, Scorpius.”

“Goodnight, Albus.”

When Albus wakes later that night, he gathers the blanket from his bed before drifting into the living room.

Scorpius is asleep on their sofa once more, limbs dangling off the side and his face pressed in a book. Albus smiles before he carefully extracts the book from under Scorpius’s cheek and tosses a thick blanket over him.

Albus gently brushes a few stray strands of hair from Scorpius’s face. The strands are feathery soft against the tips of his fingers.

He thinks about his conversation with James earlier that evening.

“James is right. I’m a lost cause,” Albus says quietly.

He could think of a thousand reasons of why Scorpius and he wouldn’t work. A thousand ways that he would screw this up. He isn’t as kind as Scorpius. Or as confident as Rose. Or as perfect as James.

“You’re going to make someone very happy one day,” Albus whispers quietly.

Maybe not him, but someone more deserving.

“Goodnight, Scorpius,” Albus says before he retires to his bed.

James March: Sick

You’re laying in the bed you both share wearing your favorite pajamas and wrapped up in a blanket watching TV. Your throat feels like it is on fire, your body feels weak and your vision is slightly blurry.

James drops everything to take care of you today. He’s on the bed next to you sitting up on top of the blanket. While rubbing your forehead with his hand asking, “Aw, my poor sweetheart. Is there anything I can get you, dear? ” You let out two coughs and replied, “Uh yes, tea and soup please.” James kisses your forehead and gets off of the bed. “Right away, dearest.”

He starts walking to the door and right before the door closes behind him you hear him call out for Miss Evers. “Oh Ms. Evers!”

“Yes, Mr. March!” Ms. Evers responds

“I am in need of your assistance for a moment. My queen is feeling under the weather and requires tea and soup.”

Both James and Ms. Evers enter the elevator together to head to the kitchen. Once arrived in the kitchen, Ms. Evers starts right away in making your tea and soup. James just stands there with a worried look on his face and Ms. Evers glances at him quickly, then looks back again. While still preparing your needs she asks James, “Are you alright, Mr. March? I’ve never seen you like this.”

“My queen is laying there suffering and there is nothing I can do for her. I hate to see her in this condition.” With his left hand, James has one thumb on his cheek and two pointer fingers on his forehead. He rubs his forehead in frustration.

“Oh, she’ll be fine Mr. March. All she needs is rest and hot soup and she’ll be back to her normal self in a few days, oh you’ll see!” Ms. Evers smiles. She grabs a tray, puts a white mug full of tea, a bowl of soup, and a spoon on it. “All ready for Mrs. March.“ She was picking up the tray with both hands but James stops her. “Thank you, Ms. Evers but I will take it upstairs for Mrs. March.” He grabs the tray, lets out a sigh and starts heading to the room.

Upon reaching the door, he realized his hands were full so he sets the tray on the floor in order to get the door open, then he holds the door opened with one foot and picks up the tray. 

The TV is on but you’re not in bed. “Dearest?” James sets the tray on the foot of the bed before attempting to look for you but you come walking out of the bathroom letting out a cough. You notice the tray that he brought for you and you smiled. “Thank you, love.” You walk to the bed and get your bottom half under the covers, sitting up on the bed. James helps tuck you in. He grabs the tray, sits next to you and sets the tray on your lap. You were grabbing the spoon but James takes it from your hand saying, “My duty is to take care of you.” You nod your head and James starts to feed you. No one has ever catered to you this much while you were sick, let alone feeding you. 

James is more than you’ve ever wanted in a man and you’re eternally grateful.

~Just Sleep~ (SMFDR X Reader)

A/N: @eyeofstainedglass said they hated Thomas thanks to Warning so here’s this to redeem him (a lil’ bit short i am the sorry it feels more like a drabble tbh)

T/W: Insomnia, loneliness at night, if you don’t know what insomnia’s like here you go

@kimmy-h-life  @kealohilani-tepise @hoesie @feathamiltontrash474 @stuckonswan


Insomnia was a bitch.

You remembered the girls back in high school, all chatting and giggling to each other while talking about how they ‘Only got four hours of sleep last night’ and were ‘Literally dying, Shannon’.

You tried your hardest not to punch them.

You hated how they sounded like they were gloating, bragging almost; like the less sleep you got, the more effort you put into going to school, thereby deeming them a national hero for dragging themselves out of bed after only four hours.

You were lucky to sleep four hours over the course of a week.

Your sleeping habits had been awful since middle school, but nobody seemed to understand. On the nights when you couldn’t sleep, you would pace the room, either tugging at your hair or crying or doing homework three weeks in advance because you just couldn’t take the loneliness.

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