#ch:james

[herosneednotapply]

Continued From Here

(“Both of us?”)

"Yeah. Does that sound greedy? Because I feel like I deserve to be greedy. We deserve to be greedy." Addie said saying what she hoped they'd also been thinking for a long time. Unlike the boys, she'd had the time to get a better handle on her thoughts, sexuality, and what she wanted out of life. The woman had let this opportunity get away from her once but she didn't want it to happen again. "I will admit I put my foot in my mouth when it came to telling Seteve to date. But I didn't expect it to end up like this."

The group chat she'd pulled the boys into had been made up of date ideas and updates on how things were going from Steve for the last three weeks. And jealousy that she'd never known was there had manifested. And Bucky was as easy to read as a book with him mirroring much the same sentiments as the 'Peggy Debacle' of 1944. Either way, they had to do something about this before it got too far.

"I love you guys and have for a while. And the only acceptable reason I'm not with one of you is that you're with each other. That's not happening since he's out living his best life so I'm suggesting a polycule. The three of us together...because we're practically a packaged deal already. So what do you think? Am I being greedy or do you think this could happen?"

[elmswriting]

Sirius&James @mighty-prongs​

Summer, 1976 (right?)

It hadn’t been planned. It had been one of those impulses, his ability of thought washed away with the waves of anger that crashed through his mind. He hadn’t been planned, no, and Sirius hadn’t been quite sure of what he was doing, what it all meant. No, wrong. Sirius knew. He had thought about it plenty. He knew that he would erase himself from the family bound by blood. He knew it meant the end. His teenage mind, rather, couldn’t apprehend truly all that would entail. What it really would mean. He knew deep down that this is what he needed to survive, that he would follow relatives into madness - brought on either by inbred genetics or from the maddening pacing of a trapped animal never allowed to roam free - if he had stayed. If he had forced himself to play the part he had never wanted, never asked for, had no desire to play. He wanted rid of that. He wanted rid of the expectations, the heavy traditions, the lack of any understanding or wellbeing for the individual rather than always always being about the family. 

But had Sirius understood that it would mean that he could never come crashing through Regulus’ door again, to gleefully annoying the younger brother that was so unlike him that Sirius couldn’t help but love? He knew, in theory, what it meant. What it meant that he would never be invited into Orion’s study for discussion and tutoring, to feel that heavy hand on his shoulder, or those moments when mother played the piano and everything was alright, for a while. He could imagine the concept. He wasn’t able to feel it. Hadn’t thought through that it meant pushing Regulus - unprepared, oft ignored but better son from the beginning - into the role Sirius now had refused. 

All in all, Sirius had never liked it at home. The brief moments of joy and familiarity was too often shadowed by the heaviness of the air at Grimmauld. When he first had heard stories that James had spun about his family life, Sirius had thought it fairytales. And then Remus seemed to have a similar, but not entirely same, spin on it. Peter, no. Peter had had a more normal stance on family life. James, Hogwarts, meeting the outside world hadn’t planted the frustration Sirius had always felt, the anger and sadness and hopelessness, but it had nurtured it, encouraged the feelings that he could have something else. 

And thus, that evening, Sirius had tugged out his trunk, filled it with all the letters he had saved from summers past from Peter, the mirror from James, the drawings of Remus laughing, reading, clothes he couldn’t leave behind, precious books, the leather notebook and pencils Regulus had gifted him the past Christmas. The essentials of Sirius - the essentials of him that he had been allowed, or been able to sneak by - thrown into the trunk with a teenage boy’s gangly anger. And then, he had opened the window, levitated it outside (having learned one of the very, very, very few weaknesses of Orion’s fortifications that had allowed him to slip out, to drag himself back home drunk), and jumped after it. He hadn’t looked back, the feeling of it being real rather than just a few days away on a holiday, to punish his parents, to put his foot down. He hadn’t looked back. Maybe he should’ve. Would it had been a difference? Maybe, for his own emotions, later. 

Sirius hadn’t his bike back then. Hadn’t a broom (that was Regulus’ thing). Apparation would be too far for him, too risky in his anger, in his non-licenced novice. Sirius had dragged his trunk the posh London street, saw waiting for the Knight Bus to come collect him.

It hadn’t even rained that evening. 

It hadn’t even rained. 

It all felt so very summery, so happy, so promising, when he later that night stood underneath James’ window, head tipped back to look up at it. He felt his soul yearn for the boy inside. James, James that had rocked his world so, that fateful day they met at the train, and ever since. Where else would he go? He didn’t like to intrude, and he had always felt rather weird the times he had been allowed to stay at the Potters, unused to the warmth and familiarly the Potters showed James, showed him. But where else? Remus had his sickly mother, and they weren’t that kind of best friends that he could just pop along and claim Remus’ place as his own. Peter, never, too miserably, too same-same. Potter, then. And it hadn’t even been an option, a conscious decision. He had just gone there. Followed his heart. 

Sirius threw a pebble, two, three, up at James’ window, waiting for the boy to save him, once again.

[goodewitchwalking]

@thrall-of-the-hill

Continued

24) for the sub to sit on the dom’s lap with their dock/strap inside them, meant to be completely still until they are given permission to move. (Hazel to James)

"N-Not empty, James. I don't like being ignored. Here I am making it rather obvious that I want your attention and here you are with a thousand things you'd rather be doing." Hazel sighed leaning her back into his chest with a knowing smile on her face. Believe it or not, she was rather comfortable after having a moment to adjust to his size. Was the lack of friction maddening and made even more so when forced o be still.

"Come on Ohkwari you know we could be having far more fun if we dispense with this punishment. After all, you are the only one who seems to be struggling with it." She purred as her womb clenched tightly around him. Hazel sighed eyes rolling with pleasure at the sensation. Another 30 m minutes of this wouldn't be too much to have to deal with.

[magicaljameshook]

Tina: you’re such a sap, iloveit

Tina: shit okay that’s at least 2 pair of stilettos stacked

*image message of the shocked pikachu meme*

Tina: wow you were about 4 seconds away from a divorce there, sir :p

James: Good thing you found that out before you married me huh?

James: You didn't know how tall I am? But we've been next to eachother plenty of times?

James: First we have to get married.

[sonotthedrama]

"Well, he tried to punch my friend then started mouthing off and normally I don't resort to violence but it seemed to be the only thing that would shut him up." Kim shrugged, "I told you that you wouldn't want to know. It's stupid and I'm already regretting doing it."

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[theenchantedecho]

"The Enchanted Echo" presents: "Sirius Black and Lily Evans: The Scandalous Romance That Has the Wizarding World in an Uproar!"

In this week's edition of "The Enchanted Echo," we've got the exclusive scoop on the scandalous rumored romance between Sirius Black and Lily Evans, two former Hogwarts students who have caused a stir in the wizarding community with their apparent affair.

According to our sources, Sirius and Lily have been seen together at various events, and there's even talk of them running off to elope in Paris! This news has sent shockwaves through the wizarding community, as many thought that Lily, the self-proclaimed "Queen of Gryffindor," would never give Sirius, the notorious playboy and alleged member of the Death Eaters, the time of day. But it seems that the dark charm of Sirius Black is hard to resist! Despite her reputation as a bit of a prude, Lily has been seen smiling and laughing with Sirius at various social events, even sneaking kisses behind James Potter's back (who, as you all know, is Lily's husband and Harry's father).

But hold on a minute – didn't Lily marry James Potter, Sirius's best friend, a few years ago? And isn't James the father of their three-year-old son, Harry, whom Sirius is godfather to? This news has many people scratching their heads and wondering what could be going on. Is Lily's marriage to James on the rocks? Is Sirius trying to steal Lily away from his best friend? Or could this be just a fling, with no real substance to it? Well, "The Enchanted Echo" has done some digging, and it looks like there might be more to this story than meets the eye. According to our sources, Sirius has always had a thing for Lily, even back when they were at Hogwarts together. He's apparently been trying to win her over for years, and it looks like his persistence has finally paid off. But what about James? Some say that he's devastated by the news of Sirius and Lily's affair and is considering filing for divorce. Others claim that he's turning a blind eye to the whole thing, hoping that it will just blow over.

As with any rumor, it's hard to say what's really going on. But one thing is for sure: "The Enchanted Echo" will be here to keep you up-to-date on all the latest gossip and rumors from the wizarding world. We'll be sure to follow this story closely and bring you all the juicy details as they become available. Stay tuned!

@fauvehoof  @mighty-prongs @afracturedstar

[3billboardssquad]

Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri - at random (1/?)

[herosneednotapply]

"They're a ten, but they're so much smarter than you, it's embarrassing." (Addie/Bucky @vvolfstare)

"I mean somebody had to finish college out of the three of us. And we both know you like it when I make all the tough calls because you get to show up, eat, look pretty, and leave."

[herosneednotapply]

@walkitoffrogers

"Thanks for coming boys. I really appreciate it. Ah, what can I say I had a lot of time on my hands." She said accepting her flowers with grace. It had been fun looking out at the crowd and seeing their two very different reactions. Bucky splits his time between enjoying the show and enjoying Steve's squirm. And Steve fighting to keep a neutral face as if his life depended on it. All and all it was good to get back on stage and get in touch with the performance side of herself. Settling a hand on his shoulder Addie got on her tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his cheek before turning and doing the same to Bucky. "I thought you were going to combust actually. You were red as a tomato. Who'd have thought nipple tassels would be your undoing captain. I suppose pole work might have been too much."

Turning away she handed the flowers off to a waiting backstage assistant who would put them vases for travel. By the time they'd come back stage she'd change into a black fitted yoga set and was finishing packing up her stuff.

"Those are gorgeous. You shouldn't have but I love them all the same. Can I treat you to dinner or is it too late for a meal?"

kissing the top of their head as you hold them.

@herosneednotapply

When Bucky said they were going to watch Addie's performance, Steve didn't think he had anything particular that came to mind. She was a woman of many talents, and he was always down to support a friend. If he'd known he was walking into a burlesque show put on by one of his oldest friends? Of course, he still would have gone. He was Steve Rogers. He'd go, and he'd go with good grace. But he might have been better prepared.

Judging by the way Bucky snickered beside him while his face burned for most of the show, Steve not being prepared was entirely the point. "Asshole," he muttered in between songs, but he could grudgingly admit it was nice to see some of the old Buck again. This was exactly the sort of shit he would have pulled on him growing up in Brooklyn.

He tried very hard not to think of his best friends in anything but a respectful manner, and this show was making that decidedly more difficult. He wasn't sure if he was relieved or not when it was over, but it was nice to put down the weapons in the mental war he was fighting with himself. It was not one but two bouquets of flowers, one from each of them, when they met her backstage to congratulate her, Steve hugging her and kissing the top of her head. "Look at you with the hidden talents. That was really something."

[theindieflash]

Consider this my permanent starter call for James Walker. Please like or reply if you would like a starter from her. Posts will vary on length depending how my muse is feeling at that moment. If you’re a multi-muse then please let me know who you would want to play against Walker.

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As this will be my permanent starter call for James, please feel to like, unlike and like again if we already have a thread together and you would like another.

[goodewitchwalking]

@thrall-of-the-hill

Continued “I don’t think I can cum anymore tonight…” (Hazel to James)

Hazel was just trying to catch her breath as the tremors from this last time finally faded away. The buzzing that had her buried in the gree house for most of yesterday and part of today was long forgotten. IT was easy sometimes to forget that she was now in possession of a 6 foot plus shadow that didn't always take kindly to her mentally checking out unless, of course, he was causing it.

James was very good about not pushing her past the limits the woman herself hadn't even known about until after meeting him. She was used to having lackluster partners who were too intimidated to put any real effort into pleasing her.

"You're are n-nothing more than a bully, sir." She whimpered even as her eyes fluttered closed and her hips began to slowly rock into his mouth. If it weren't for his hand holding her legs open she would surely have made a nice pair of earmuffs for the man. Her cheeks reddened even further at his compliment knowing that he meant every word."Just one more James...If I come any more than that I think I'll melt or die of dehydration."

[theenchantedecho]

Of Marauder's Love and Betrayal: James Potter's Latest Entanglement

Good morning, dear readers! This fresh dawn promises another delightful dish of wizarding gossip, sprinkled generously with juicy morsels of scandal and intrigue. The bubbling cauldron of whispers and murmurs overflows today, and who better than your dutiful Rita Skeeter to serve up the tantalising truths that lurk beneath the surface?

Hold on to your quills and parchment, for the Wizarding World's favourite Gryffindor heartthrob, James Potter, is once again the talk of the town. While the echoes of his gallantry on the Quidditch pitch linger, Potter's recent exploits seem to veer off the flying field and into the labyrinth of love. The name that sends ripples of surprise and delight through our magical society? Mary MacDonald!

Dear MacDonald, a Gryffindor alumnus, bewitching beauty, and certainly no stranger to the wizarding grapevine, has been in Potter's orbit before. However, the current intrigue lies in her former romantic entanglement with Peter Pettigrew, the man who morphed from a meek Marauder into a monstrous mass murderer. Yes, indeed, the webs we weave!

One could say that Pettigrew's descent into the pit of treachery has cast a dark shadow over this budding romance. Is this newfound closeness a defiant stand against Pettigrew's dark deeds? Or is it a manifestation of love's magical ability to heal the deepest of wounds? Only time shall reveal the answers.

The chatter among witches and wizards, in hushed corners of the Leaky Cauldron and bustling aisles of Diagon Alley, poses a burning question: Is this a simple reignition of Hogwarts-era friendships, or is something more enchanting brewing?

Potter and MacDonald, in their carefree strolls and intimate glances, create an undeniable spectacle. The pair, armed with their trademark Gryffindor boldness, remain unbothered by the prying eyes that follow them, leaving us to speculate about the true nature of their connection.

The possibility of a power coupling is certainly delicious. Potter's daring charm mingling with MacDonald's captivating charisma could set off a veritable fireworks display in our Wizarding World. A sizzling spectacle, indeed!

However, dear readers, we must tread cautiously. The landscape of wizarding romances is as unpredictable as a Cornish Pixie on a sugar rush. It’s a fascinating dance of emotions and actions, often as dramatic as any duel at dawn.

Rest assured, though, as your trusty Rita Skeeter will guide you through this maze of half-truths and hidden stories, one sensational scoop at a time.

That's all for this morning, lovely readers. As you sip your pumpkin juice and ponder the intricacies of wizarding relationships, remember that Rita Skeeter is ever on the hunt, ready to bring the tastiest gossip to your breakfast table. Stay curious, stay vigilant, and most importantly, stay ready for the magical revelations that await.

@vclatiles @mighty-prongs @battleofpeter

[elmswriting]

Sirius grinned, his eyes dancing with amusement as he leaned back in his chair. "You're right, mate," he said, chuckling. "The world might not be ready for such a legendary child. Might give the poor kid an identity crisis before they've even learnt to walk."

As he watched James, Sirius noted the telltale signs of his friend's underlying emotions. Despite the levity of their conversation, there was a twinge of anxiety buried deep in James' eyes. Sirius knew him well enough to read between the lines.

"No need to worry about what happened, Prongs," Sirius advised, his tone gentle. "You handled it just fine. More than fine, in fact. She said yes, didn't she? Twice, you said?"

A mischievous glint sparked in Sirius' eyes at the mention of Peter. "Our little Wormtail?" he teased. "Mary must have some potent charm on her sleeve."

But when James admitted his disbelief, Sirius felt a pang of understanding. He knew, perhaps more than anyone else, the depth of James' feelings for Lily. How this relationship was a turning point for his friend, something that anchored him in ways Sirius could only guess.

"You're not alone, mate," he said softly. "But it happened, didn't it? Lily said yes. You've got to let that sink in, and stop second-guessing it." Sirius paused for a moment, his gaze holding James'. "She loves you, James. And you love her. Nothing else matters."

At James' final words, Sirius straightened up, an eyebrow arching in curiosity. "Oh?" he prompted, curiosity lacing his words. "What is it you need to ask, Prongs? Ready to bestow upon me some grand honour, are you?" His tone was light, teasing, but his gaze remained steady, ready for whatever James had to say.

afracturedstar​:

“Oh, come on, Elvendork would be blessing to the world,” Sirius grinned, taking a swig of his beer. 

Sirius’ eyes widened as he finally registered what Prongs was telling him, and Sirius let out a loud, unapologetic shout of happiness and surprise, slamming the table. He didn’t have time to do anything else as James dived into the details and the merriment Sirius felt didn’t dim by how the proposal came along. He furrowed his brows slightly at the mention of them having faced Voldemort. “Holy Godrick, Prongs,” Sirius laughed, all boisterous boyish energy in him taking him up on his feet, taking the few steps to stand by James, and sweep him up into a tight hug. “You’re facing death, and all you could think about was proposing to Lily,” Sirius chuckled amusedly. “Means she truly is the one,” Sirius added more soft. He hadn’t been easy on Lily when she had begun to really go out with James, and not on James either, but he loved her as his sister now. 

“Holy fuck, marriage,” Sirius whistled as he sunk back down again. “Well, it’s not exactly a surprise, I always knew you’d be the first of us to go down that route. Mate, congrats, honestly, Prongs. I’m happy for you.”

James laughed, “Elvendork would, they would be the most loved bay in the world, but I feel the world is not ready.” he joked, drinking from hi glass.

Sirius believed that his emotions were always hidden behind this mask he liked to put on, but James could see the changes, the worry and the excitement almost mixing together, but he knew that Sirius did worry about the encounter. James was glad that he survived it and he knew Sirius did too. “The words just left me as they cornered us, I know it’s madness, but it just did and…” he laughed like he could barely believe it himself. “And she said yes. Both times.” 

“I’m sure Peter is really close, Mary has him smitten.” he admitted, taking another sip from his drink. “I can barely believe she said yes,” he admitted softly, not daring to voice that with anyone else other than Sirius, knowing that he would understand. “However, there is something I need to ask you.”

[ericbrandonrp]

❝ you are my best friend in the world! ❞ (hahahahahaha)

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@thepropertyofalady

The thief's brow rose, then a single eyebrow. So either the guy was drunk, completely shitfaced out of his mind - or his level of sarcasm had evolved into eternity. That Bond even know the meaning of 'friend', though, was highly unlikely. Eric didn't see the man as someone who was collecting friends around the world - acquaintances, maybe, but nothing more. He changed those like normal people changed their socks.

His head tilted to the side as he was studying the other man, and soon a cheeky grin spread over the thief's features. "Oh, I a'ways wanted ye ta say tha' ta me!" he told him cheerfully. Two could play that game. "Gosh! Why didn't ye tell me sooner? I found 'em really cute friendship bracele's the other day! They woulda suited yer eyes perfectly."

[herosneednotapply]

“Both of us?” (Addie/Bucky, please! @vvolfstare)

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Addie accepted the pen back. Spinning it in her fingers as she made a mental list of what needed to be notated down and what could go back to the graveyard. Ideas, thoughts, and memories that she had buried in order to live some semblance of mortal existence. A quick list of names and locations appeared on the page as she finally began to write.

"I'm fine." She said brushing off the brief moment of disassociation. There was no need to explain to him the horrors that came with being long-lived. Not at the risk of dragging him into a dark place he only just got out of. "Most of them are dead but the ones with the stars next to them are living and probably know something."

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She was thinking…or more remembering. Being able to rewind your life and play it back like a movie meant that at the moment everything else was on standby. So Addie hadn’t even noticed the rhythmic tapping of the pen until it stopped. Her eyes refocused and she turned to look at him.

“Sorry I wasn’t thinking,” Addie whispered reaching out a hand for the pen. If she didn’t write down what she saw she’d lose it.

He’d seen a thousand yard stare before, but never quite pried back the surface to the root of it - though it dod not stop his mind from wondering.  Curiosity was such a human emotion, and he needed those to remember.  To remind himself he was out and free. So Bucky allotted her the privacy to regroup, to not see the recognition fill his features as he tipped the pen back towards her, as if he were passing a knife.  “Or you were thinking too much.”