#para:james

[wildblood]

Closed for: @staggeringlyprongs​

Was it stupid that Remus had been nervous to ask James to go with him to the wedding? Probably. Did it bring Remus a great deal of happiness knowing that they were, in fact, here together? Yes, yes it did. James was like having a safety blanket. Something calming and steady that Remus could lean on if the crowds became to much or he couldn’t worm his way out of a conversation. Silly, really, to be worried about being uncomfortable here of all places. Most of the attendants were his friends and those who weren’t seemed to be Frank’s family. All of which seemed just as pleasant as Frank and Alice. He shouldn’t have been worried but anxiety had its way with Remus’s mind at the best of times. 

Still the ceremony was beautiful. The food at the reception was perfectly cooked and too good. Everyone seemed happy to simply be enjoying themselves and Remus got to take it all in with James close by most of the time. After dinner, Remus stood up as a music started to play and a few people found there way towards the dance floor. Bodies jumping and moving around to the rhythms of whatever they were playing up front. “James Potter,” Remus turned to his date for the evening. “Will you do me the honour of dancing with me?” Remus asked in a slightly over dramatic tone. As if he was asking him to the yule ball or something like that. 

[sundrysorts]

@harriedwritings​

With all things considered, the walk to the train station wasn’t that far. Just over in the next town from their small little village. They had moved to this home before he even dreamed that he might go to Hogwarts -- it was all they could afford, their TINY little farm. His parents would have ideally driven him, but there was a farmer’s market in the big city an hour away, and they couldn’t afford to miss it. The crops had been poor this year, so they had to sell every bit they could. 

So he made the walk to the station himself, lugging his two suit cases behind him. He was so, so nervous to see his friends again. Over the summer, he hadn’t much contact. He had been working most of it to help out his parents. But in the few letters he was able to write...He never mentioned any of this. He had  c h o p p e d  his hair up above his ears. It was a little rough, his mother had to use the kitchen shears. But gone were the long locks, over eight inches dropped to the stone floor. They had managed to buy an old boy’s uniform from his mum’s friend -- it was too big, and baggy, but it worked. The extra room in the shirt helped conceal the slightest bit of chest he had, and that was all fine with him. 

What took him longest, though, was his NAME. He played around and considered many. Nothing sounded right in the mirror. It was after one of his shifts that summer that he came across one of the old mythologies of Remus and Romulus -- The latter was a bit too much of a mouthful, but the former seemed to stick. REMUS, the boy raised by a wolf. Killed and reborn by myth. It fit. 

He took the train to King’s Cross, shifting nervously all the while. He was already the odd one out in the group. He was not only a werewolf, but until now, he had been considered the only female of the group. Would this be too much for them to handle? 

In the midst of King’s Cross, he searched for his boys. It was James he spotted first, towering over the first years lining up for the train. He gripped the handle on his bags a little tighter, and approached. “James!” he shouted, trying to get his attention. Would he even recognize him?

[jonathan-van-yaaas]

no good reason remains | james&mila

Mila swirled the bourbon gently in her glass, then brought the drink close to her nose to let the dark scent fill her senses before she took a sip. A contented haze settled in her mind. Looking around the dimly lit bar, the brunette found her eyes drawn once more to the man across the room and wondered what it would be like to run her fingers through his soft, dark curls. They had caught each other’s glances once or twice, and for the first time in... well, a long fucking time, Mila felt herself buzz with that almost bashful excitement in the presence of someone new and hopelessly attractive. A soft chuckle fell from her lips and she grinned as she turned her gaze back to James. Why was she even laughing? Fuck if she knew. Or cared. All the brunette was certain of was that tonight she felt happy, and she didn’t have a single care in the world. “I’m still waiting on my Ring Pop, Franco. Don’t hold out on me. I deserve a Ring Pop.” 

Leaning back in her chair, Mila stared down at her glass, her eyes staring into some unfocused spot within the amber liquid. The last few weeks had been... a strange time for the woman. More and more she felt direction-less. It was becoming more apparent that Mila had no clue where she was heading in her life, and that feeling was beginning to weigh heavily upon her. She had believed that taking a break would revive her, making her feel light and alive once more, but instead she had slipped deeper and deeper into complete existential confusion. She breathed in - a slow, calculated breath, in... and out. Lifting her glass once more to her lips, she took another sip. “What are you working on now? I feel like you’ve probably told me, but... I can’t remember shit most days.”

@ftfranco

[bluekingangel]

Para:Jame...

No encuentro las palabras para expresarte como me siento al estar a tu lado, te vi y algo cambió en mí, mi forma de pensar, mi forma de actuar y sobre todo mi forma de ver la vida.

Cada día que pasa a tu lado mi amor crece más y más, pero no te confundas ya que este Amor que siento por tí fue creciendo poco a poco, me cautivaste con un sonrisa, me enamoraste con una mirada y me dejaste tendido ante ti con un beso.

Me decidí a escribir esta carta, porque hay cosas que me cuesta decir en voz alta. Creo que es una barbaridad que siendo tú tan especial conmigo, nunca te haya agradecido suficientemente y, peor aún, creo que tampoco te he dicho, cuáles son mis verdaderos sentimientos.

Con sinceridad, no soy el tipo de persona que pueda decir “te amo” fácilmente, en cualquier hora del día, ni a ninguna hora. Me cuesta mucho decir esa frase, o cualquier frase que se parezca, pero no porque no tenga los sentimientos más lindos hacia ti.

He pretendido que adivines cuánto te quiero, cada vez que digo tu nombre, cuando te miro a los ojos, cuando escucho tus historias, cuando te abrazo, cada vez que te beso o, incluso, cuando estoy dormida.

Realmente, sí te amo con toda mi alma. Pero, no me pidas que te diga palabras románticas, ni mucho menos, que te componga un bolero. Sabes que no puedo prometerte palabras de amor, pero, definitivamente sí puedo amarte cada segundo del día. Déjame amarte de este modo, de un modo instintivo, pero auténtico.

Lo afortunado de nuestra historia, es que tú sabes que te amaré por siempre.

Esta carta es para una persona especial que me gusta mucho espero que la lea algún día......

Firma:anónimo

[ashesdivided]

Nighttime ponders || ashesssss ||

Ash was sitting on her windowsill, letting the cool night breeze wash over her. She was wearing a ridiculous white floaty dress/nightgown that nick had told her to buy, and her long dark hair curled in stark contrast against her pale skin and white dress. She had been having trouble sleeping since coming back from the place, and then her talk with Nathan. Everything shed thought had been turned on its head, her harsh sarcasm revealed to be masking vulnerability, her disinterest in others really intense loneliness, and her 'casual relationship with James she knew now was a whole lot more than that. Even now she couldn't get him from her mind. She stared at the window she knew was his, after having seen him in it the other night staring blankly out the window. She hated what they'd done to him, and feared it. She was worried that it had hurt him more than he was giving away, and that his quiet pauses, more frequent than before, were a sign he was drifting away. She sighed, as the wind gently tugged at the loose material on her body. She could see nick on the grounds, talking to another ghost, and ash felt a loneliness hit her deep in her heart like a knife. She knew he should move on but was too worried about her, and with a small whimper she felt as though all the people important to her wee fading away like ghosts she couldn't reach. With a small, shaking hand she stood up on her window and started edging along the roof. She knew it was dangerous but she was driven on by a compulsion she could hardly explain. She was passing silently by other rooms, and then got to the ledge separating tge boys wing from the girls wing. She breathed in shakily and then leapt, ungracefully scraping her hands and feet against the rough roof. But she didn't care. She kept going til she was at his window, hoping his roommate was gone. She hesitated slightly, before bringing her raw fm hand up to the cold glass plain in front of her. She breathed deep, and then lightly tapped on it.

[bloodmoon-rising]

James & Remus || A Day Late, A Dollar Short

DATE: July 30, 1978 LOCATION: Cottage in the woods

There were way too many takeaway containers littering Remus and Sirius’s relatively new cottage. Clearly the war and a trip to Azkaban left Remus with little will to cook, but their budgets were not happy with the amount they had been spending on high-calorie foods. With James on the way, he felt a strange need to pick up after them, to make it seem a little more presentable and less like they were dying of a lack of nutrition. He was tossing out a half-eaten container of Chinese noodles when he heard the alarm sound followed by a lift in static as James disassembled the wards.

Remus wandered over to the door, yanking it open just in time as James meandered up the steps.

“‘Ello,” Remus greeted, grinning widely. Without school, it felt like a strange version of summer. He would occasionally see his three closest whenever time permitted during the summer holidays, but this time, there was no Hogwarts to look forward to returning to come September. He opened his arms and threw a hug around James’s sturdy shoulders before he gestured him in.

“I feel I’ve not seen you without Sirius and or Peter being there in forever,” Remus admitted, frowning. He hated how easily he’d fallen into a strange pit of depression, essentially avoiding everyone. It was especially bad because James was his best mate and he hated that they’d not made time for one another more frequently. He wondered what it would be like if they all lived together as Remus had once upon a time fantasized about prior to school ending.

“Come, I’ll get you a beer,” Remus offered, shutting the door behind his friend and quickly putting wards up once more.

[reeceinrehab-blog]

Para|| James & Ashley|| 10.15.15

@hoskinsjames

Ashley trudged down the corridor, staring down at his feet and counting his steps. He hadn’t been paying attention to where he was headed and soon found himself in a different area of the Rehabilitation center, an area he’d never been to before and frankly he didn’t like it. This area smelled more like like chemicals than where he’d been assigned, causing his nose to wrinkle as he stopped in his tracks. 500 steps. He stood there twiddling his fingers and getting lost in his own thoughts like normal. He’d always wondered about the migratory patterns of geese.

[tornapart-wilcox]

You Have Killed Me - Sam & James

Sam tossed his car keys onto his nightstand before turning his alarm clock off. He found it odd that it had been buzzing when he walked into his apartment but shrugged it off. Moments later he was crawling into his bed in an attempt to sleep off a hangover. He barely shut his eyes before his alarm went off again and then it hit him, he was supposed to be getting ready to go on a hike with James. "Oh, shit." Sam swiped at his alarm clock for a second time before forcing himself to sit up. A frustrated groan was let out when he realized that he was running late and wouldn't have enough time to get ready. 

He kicked the floor as he made his way out of the bedroom. Once he entered the bathroom he flicked the light on but the brightness nearly blinded him. "God, no." Sam shut the light off and got ready in the dark, brushing his teeth and splashing water over his face to try and wake himself up. He didn't have time to take a shower so he thought it would be better if he didn't touch his hair because the product he had put in the night before was still working. Sam opened the medicine cabinet and grabbed his cologne, there was still a faint smell of it from the previous day but he sprayed more on anyway. 

Practically stumbling out of his bathroom, he wandered into his kitchen and tried to down two bottles of water before he left. He managed one and kept the other in his hand for the drive to the park. Sam checked on the bird he still hadn't sold, it was running low on food but he wasn't sure where to get another bag , and then went around his apartment collecting his car keys and sunglasses. He made sure to put his sunglasses on before opening the front door, the drive back to his apartment was brutal enough and it was barely daylight then. It was pushing eight now and he needed to hurry.

The park seemed like a weird place for a hike but he assumed that James just meant that they were going to walk around the grass. Sam finished the second bottle of water just before pulling into the parking lot. When he got out he tossed the bottle into a recycling bin and then waited by his car. James could have been there but he wasn't sure and the thought of looking for her made him feel dizzy so he could only imagine how he'd feel if he actually moved his head around. His eyes were sore from over wearing his contacts and lack of sleep, if it weren't so bright he would opt for wearing his eyeglasses. 

[sundrysorts]

@harriedwritings

“The idea’s insane, you understand that, right?” Remus is seated in front of a a large desk in the back corner of the library. There’s a large piece of parchment laid out in front of them, crude scribbles of hallways filling the sheet. He chews on the end of his wand thoughtfully, quill tucked up behind his ear, and he hasn’t taken his eyes off of the map in ages. 

“You may just be a MAD GENIUS here.” A wolfy, crooked smile came across his face and the lycanthrope shook his head. Leaning back in his chair, he rubs his hands over his face, takes a breath, and steals himself. “Okay--” he shakes his hands out, pulling the quill from behind his ear and dipping it into his ink. “We’re going to have to do some hell of research here, charm wise. But we need to start with actually documenting all the hallways, hidden entrances. where the Quidditch field is, the lake, Hagrid’s hut...” The boy trails off, grayish eyes flickering up to his friend’s. 

He regards JAMES POTTER for a long moment. It was doable, it would just take hell of some time. He had a habit of copying Remus’s homework anyways, so he supposed the boy didn’t have all that MUCH to do with his time anyways. “Then, we have to draw it to scale, before we even start with any of the charm work.” A map to end all maps -- this would give them free reign for their remaining years at school. They could get around Filch sneaking around the corners, catch McGonagall before she shut down their latest prank. Corner Severus in the back corner of the hall on the third floor. 

“We should set Peter and Sirius on mapping -- Wormtail’s got that photographic memory, he’ll be able to help Sirius draw it out.” Quill is replaced behind his ear and he stands, propping his hands on the edge of the table. “You and I gotta start looking at those advanced charms books. Maybe talk to Gonny-Girl to get a peak at her private library--”

[jonathan-van-yaaas]

no use in feeling | james&mila

Water, water everywhere and not a drop to drink. For some inexplicable reason the quote was floating around Mila’s mind as she meandered through the chaos that surrounded her. A chorus of laughter seemed to be the perpetual soundtrack of the day as people - many of them part of the Hollywood elite - darted around like children, gorging themselves on pie and trying to dunk their celebrity friends. As she walked through the booths, the scent of food teasing her, the brunette drew in a deep breath as she watched people continue on by. So many beautiful people in such a beautiful place... Mila didn’t want to think about how many people were going to be getting laid this weekend. Fuckers, she silently thought - rolling her eyes at the unintentional double-meaning. It had been too damn long, and that fact was beginning to make the woman bitter and in dire need of a drink. Water, water everywhere...

Fuck the water. And fuck that stupid albatross. 

The sun was making its final descent beneath the horizon, painting the sky in a vivid patchwork of orange and pink. The air was beginning to cool and with a contented sigh, Mila looked around the carnival grounds as the people scattered about their merry ways. A sign for hayrides caught her eye. Following the arrow, the brunette walked down a slight path toward an opening where a few horse-drawn carriages were waiting, small wagons attached to the back filled with - what else? - hay. Who the fuck...? Mila watched with a furrowed brow as couples and small groups of friends climbed into the hay-filled wagons and set off for places unknown. One after another. Riding in hay. She sighed. The last thing Mila wanted was to feel grouchy the whole weekend - perhaps there was something to this whole hayride thing. It seemed to be popular enough... And really, maybe all the actress needed was to just stop caring so much and just have a stupidly awesome time. She took a few steps closer, then paused. It didn’t seem like something people did by themselves. 

Without another thought, Mila pulled out her phone and flipped through her contact list. She put her phone to her ear. As soon as the call clicked over, she immediately spoke- “James, get your ass over here and go on a fucking hayride with me. I’m not going to be pathetic and go by myself, so get your shit together and meet me here”. 

@ftfranco

[msdonnanobleteacher-blog]

Whose Dream is it Anyway? - Starter// James

@pheesics

Donna wasn’t even aware she had fallen asleep against James’ shoulder as they sat around the campfire. 

However, she was soon swept up in one of her more brutal, recurring nightmares.

She was still a child, couldn’t be much older than maybe 7? Her hair in that same high ponytail... The same every time. The other was there too. Donna didn’t know what to call the other child in the dream. Their face was always just out of focus, but there was never a question that it was indeed the same kid; every time. 

The adults were arguing. Fighting. Their voices growing louder, their words more vicious. Donna and the other, are not having fun as they are put off to the side. The grown-ups were paying them no mind and it felt like they had been standing there forever! 

Hand in hand, the two kids finally decided to run off to find something else to do. They wander the unfamiliar area. 

She says it looks like there is going to be a great big show in the middle of the square!

He (he?...whatever) says not to be silly, they were going to be in another parade. He normally liked parades, but this kind was dull. No animals. No candy. He liked candy.

Whatever the case, giggling together in good humour, the two of them find  what appears to be an old camper. It is weather worn and ancient, but looks like much more fun than standing around doing nothing while the adults shout at each other.

The boy does something to the door handle to make it open and they share a grin between the two of them as they sneak inside. 

The camper contains all sorts of odds and ends. Wires, pieces of broken machinery, tools, bits and bobbles... It was the motherload for two imaginative children!

However, right in the centre of a crowded, part-strewn table, there was a box. It was the other kid who noticed it first.  He thought it was a remote control to something amazing! A rocket? Maybe a robot? Something cool that goes “ding” and makes all sorts of noises that’s for sure.

Donna told him not to be a Dumbo! Grown-ups didn’t have neat toys like that.

He shrugged. Either way, there was a big button amongst the wires and switches and they both agreed that it probably turned on whatever it was and went about making up an adventure using the device as their focal point. They laughed and shrieked as she pretended to zap him with a laser. He feigned that she missed (causing her to protest loudly). He flew their imaginary ship into outerspace. She told him he landed on the wrong planet, giving him reason to squawk. 

They forgot all about the world outside until it crept in to their make believe world. They hadn’t heard the door open, or the shadowy figure of a woman slip inside. She stood, hidden in the shadows watching the two with a bemused, twisted grin playing out on her lips before making her presence known.

-Back at the campsite, the dozing ginger whimpered slightly in her sleep. Her hand brushed against James’ as she shifted slightly. Reflexively, she gripped it tightly, even in her sleep. Much as 7 year old Donna did in her dream; reaching for the hand of the other..

[blainesub]

Don’t Hold Back || Blaine & James

Blaine's thoughts were all over the place, as he made his way over to James' bungalow. He already felt the slightest bit of relief just by the idea that James was going to be there for him, that he took some of his time to help Blaine out. But at the same time, he felt a little embarrassed that he was feeling like this already. Most of the other Subs seemed to feel just fine, and yet Blaine felt extremely lost today. 

As soon as the Dom bungalows came in sight, Blaine had to take a deep breath, in an attempt to calm himself down. Arriving at the fifth bungalow, he immediately kneeled down in front of the door, to wait for James. It felt right; it was something that he was familiar with. He focused on his breathing, and was so lost in thought, that he barely noticed it when the door in front of him opened.

[roseleslieinlondon]

Scottish Coffee - James & Rose

Walking quickly down the street of Covent Garden, Rose slowly approached the tall building holding the brown and blue Caffe Nero. She smiled at the waitress as she walked in, the weather outside still too chilly to go sit on the tables outside. As she took her seat in a booth she looked around the Caffe curiously. She hadn't been there in years, not since her days at drama school, and it still looked relatively the same. The thought made her smile as she shrugged off her coat.

The waitress came back asking for her order as Rose politely smiled "I'm sorry I'm still waiting for someone". Looking down at her watch, she guessed he'd be there any moment, and the thought of meeting someone new actually made her heart swell lightly. She felt so out of place when she moved in, the only two londoners she knew inaccessible in their own ways, so the idea of forging new bonds was something she was looking forward to. Her gaze went to the door when she saw it opening, and a grin adorned her face as she waved towards the newcomer as she recognized James.

[ariellamaxwell-blog]

Playing House || Ariella & James

Ariella had been ecstatic to have James in town and not just for the summer but forever. Or well, at least for a long time. After having settled things with Elijah she was fully read to move on although her heart was in different places. Despite not knowing what James was feeling or thinking she was excited to hang out with him again. She had no plans for the day and wanted to make sure she had it all cleared out for him. She changed into comfortable yoga shorts and a tee and made her way over to his place.  She was glad to know it wasn't too far off so she could take her skateboard and not have to ask either her parents or brother to take her , since that would raise odd questions. She had brought him his favorite cookies too and stuffed them into her backpack. As she arrived she walked up to the house, an admirable one, she knocked softly and waited with her hands folded to see James again.

[harrowxd-carrow]

The Key To Black// Alecto and James

In the two days that Amycus had been gone, Alecto had gone from a shebeast to crying mess, back to shebeast all over again. Her cycle of moods had been more than she could bare, and suddenly both people in her life that she had held dear were missing. Amycus she knew about, but Sirius was an unknown. He’d disappeared off the face of the planet and Alecto didn’t know why. She had an inkling that it had to do with what Amycus had said to him, but she wasn’t sure. What she was sure of was that James Potter would know where he was. 

She tried to get him as he was leaving the head’s dorm, the portrait swinging shut behind him. “Pot- Er, James?” Alecto called out hesitantly, suddenly not sure where she stood with the boy. “Can I- Do you have a moment?”

[tornapart-wilcox]

These Things Take Time - James & Sam

Sam had a cigarette in his mouth the moment his best friend had pulled out of the parking lot. It would have been wise for Sam to avoid smoking while his body healed but after lying in a bed for over a month he just couldn't do it. He needed to smoke. Sometimes it was a hassle while he was at Spencer's because they weren't allowed to smoke in the house anymore. Hauling himself out of the doorway with a wheelchair or, very rarely, a walker was annoying but worth it. He took a couple more drags off of his cigarette and then tossed it into a nearby planter, despite there being an ashtray a yard away. He had always made decisions like that but his laziness had increased since his car accident. Sam checked the time on his watch and decided that he should head into the building, he'd need time to wheel himself around. Spencer could have helped him but Sam was being stubborn and told him he could handle it alone.

As Sam wheeled himself through the halls of the hospital, occasionally looking up to make sure he hadn't passed the room, he wondered what his first day of physical therapy would be like. Sam had assumed that everything would go back to normal once he was released but he hadn't considered how weak he'd be. His bones had healed but he couldn't walk on his own, let alone stand. It had made things a bit difficult with Hadley but he had still enjoyed her company. He was curious about his therapist, his name was James Traviata and Sam had been thinking about him a lot. He hadn't been fond of most of his nurses while he was stuck in bed and teachers, aside from one in particular, had always gotten on his nerves so he assumed that his therapist would be some horrible mix of the two. At first Sam had hoped he'd at least be attractive but after giving it some thought he worried about how bad he looked with his injuries.

The door to the room was already open so he wheeled himself through it, his arms turned slowly before he came to a stop. His grip was tight as he looked around for someone who may have been James. Sam grumbled softly, there was only one person there and she wasn't a man. He was even a little late so he didn't get why his physical therapy wasn't there yet. They were wasting time, not to mention money he didn't have because he'd have to pay for the session eventually. Sam couldn't get a good look of the brunette ahead of him so he propelled himself forward just enough to talk to her, "I don't mean to be rude..." Sam began politely, though he honestly didn't care, "but does James ever make it before his patients?" He forced a laugh before continuing, "Or am I just fucking special?" His nervousness had caused his irritability to suddenly spike but his emotions had been rather fragile since his car accident anyway.