#he knows better. would rather make james figure it out

[the-mighty-het-speaks]

jh fighting his guitar (and losing for the most part)

[anakinstwinklebunny]

JAMES KELLY HEADCANONS 🧰

TW: at some point it contains filthy, crazy sexual content, so if you're feeling uncomfortable with it, please do not read

James Kelly who met you during his work. At first he gave you few glances here and there but as you started to appear more often something started to stir in his heart

James Kelly who, from that time, always offered you his services and tried to bargain his friends so they would give him you as his new customer;

From the very first moment James saw you in his workplace, something shifted deep within him. It was a sensation that swept through his heart and stomach, enveloping his senses in a way he couldn’t ignore. Every time you visited the mechanical engineering shop, his ears would perk up at the sound of your sweet, melodic voice. He found himself irresistibly drawn to you, stealing furtive glances as you nervously tried to explain the issue with your car to his friend and coworker.

As the days passed and your visits became less frequent, a hollow emptiness settled in his heart. The absence of your presence left a noticeable void, making him long for your return. His thoughts were consumed by you, turning over the idea of you being his customer rather than just someone who came in occasionally. So, what's better way to make it happen than to persuade his friends to let him take over your case? “C’mon, please,” he sighed, trailing behind Jackson who headed toward the sink.

“james, I’m working,” Jackson replied, turning on the water to wash his hands, a splash of soapy bubbles momentarily obscuring his skin.

James leaned casually against the sink, his arms crossed over his chest, his posture radiating both confidence and a touch of impatience.

“Come on, man,” he said, his tone a mix of desperation. “Just once. I’ll owe you a favor, I swear.” He tilted his head slightly to the side, his eyes pleading in a way that made it clear how important this was to him.

Jackson glanced over at him, a hint of skepticism in his expression. “And what’s in it for me if I agree?”

A knowing smirk tugged at the corners of James' lips. He was on the brink of winning this argument and he loved it. “You name the price,” he said, his voice steady and assured.

Every time you stopped by the shop, James felt a flurry of butterflies in his stomach, as if his entire body were electrified with anticipation. His heart pounded so fiercely against his chest that it seemed to echo in his ears. He didn't understand it. He didn't even know you that much to have some kind of 'crush' on you. But maybe that's the case? Maybe people don't have to know each other so much to be attracted to them. He just wished he'd not mistake himself in thinking about you more as some customer, more as just friend.

Yet it felt like he won a lottery; you were beautiful, seemed so sweet and kind, had a sense of humor.. and the moment you appeared, a wide, genuine smile would spread across his face. He made a concerted effort not to stare too long, but even his best efforts couldn’t entirely tame his wandering gaze.

“Um… hi, is Jackson here?” your sweet voice chimed, cutting through the noise of the shop.

At the sound of your voice, James' heart skipped a beat, just as it did every single time you came around. He looked up from his work, his blue eyes instantly drawn to your figure

“Ah, no, he’s not in today,” he replied, his voice warm and inviting. “Can I help you with something?”

“Oh… he was supposed to check my car,” you said, a hint of disappointment in your voice when you pointed to the black machine behind you

He noticed the subtle disappointment in your voice and gave a small nod, seizing the chance to spend more time with you.

“Well, I’m not doing anything important right now, so I could take a look at it if you don’t mind,” he offered, his tone both casual and eager.

You thought about it for a moment. Jackson's not here, yet he promised to be there, your car in huge need to be checked out, a tall, handsome-looking guy with veiny hands in oil.. “Sure,” you replied, a hint of relief in your voice at his offer. It was important for you. So your car would have a proper care it needs and if someone offers you help and seems genuine about it, why refuse?

He pushed himself up from the hood of the other car he’d been leaning on and looked at you, taking in your slender form once more, your striking (e/c) eyes, and those plump lips that always seemed to captivate him.

“May I get your keys?” he asked, extending his hand in an attempt to appear as nonchalant as possible and forget about the awkward moment

You handed him the keys, and as he took them from your hand, he felt the soft warmth of your skin against his. His gaze followed the gentle graze of your fingers over his palm, which seemed to send a shiver through his body. He swallowed thickly to brush it off. He didn't want to make you uncomfortable and think of him as a perv

“Alright, I’ll take a look at it,” he said, already heading toward your car with a sense of purpose. Over his shoulder, he called out, “And you’re… Y/N, right?” He feigned uncertainty, though he obviously knew your name perfectly well

“Yes, did something happen?” you asked, your curiosity piqued with hint of worry

James inserted the key into the ignition, but he didn’t start the car. Instead, he popped the hood and peered inside at the engine.

“No, no,” he began, his voice thoughtful as he leaned over the opened hood, his tongue briefly touching his lower lip as he considered his words. After a moment, he sighed. “Jackson’s been swamped with clients lately, so he handed off a few to me… and you’re one of them.”

“Oh…” you replied, a bit surprised by the news.

He leaned further into the car, reaching for something under the engine. In this position, he had an unobstructed view of you—one that made his thoughts wander more than he cared to admit. He grasped a specific tool and began working on the engine, trying hard to focus on the task rather than the fact that you were so close.

“Yeah, I hope you don’t mind that it’s me taking care of you,” he said, attempting to lighten the mood. “I mean, not you personally, but… your car.” his tone slightly nervous. Yet to his surprise, you giggled at his awkwardness, the sound bright and uplifting his slightly crashed mood from moments ago

James Kelly who dyed his hair when he found out you like guys with darker hair at the beginning of your relationship (although you were sad that he did it and felt bad for somehow 'pushing' him to this decision)

James Kelly whose evenings often involve hanging out in his garage. It’s where he’s most at home, and he loves having you there with him. You might sit on a stool, sipping coffee while he works, occasionally handing him tools or just enjoying his company as he explains the nuances of car repair in his unique, enthusiastic way.

James Kelly who has a 'mechanic’s touch'. His hands, skilled and gentle from working with delicate engine parts, translate into tender, careful touches when he’s with you

James Kelly who has a soft spot for personal projects, especially ones that involve old, classic cars. He loves restoring vintage vehicles, and he often involves you in these projects;

James' eyes widened in awe as the old car was wheeled into his workshop. It was a vintage marvel, the kind of machine that whispered tales of a bygone era. The worn, weathered metal seemed to glow under the workshop lights, and his fingers twitched with impatience, itching to trace every curve, every detail of the car that had captured his imagination.

“Hell yeah,” he murmured, his voice a low, reverent whisper. A satisfied grin crept across his face as he took in the car's elegant lines and timeless design. “Look how beautiful this baby is.”

You glanced at the car, a little less impressed. “It’s… okay,” you mumbled, your voice lacking the enthusiasm he clearly felt.

His head whipped around to face you, disbelief etched into his features. For a moment, he just stared, as if trying to comprehend how anyone could see this masterpiece as merely okay. Then, with a snort and a roll of his eyes, he let out a soft chuckle.

“Okay?” he echoed, his tone almost incredulous. “This baby is a classic masterpiece. You’re looking at a piece of history, something built with passion and precision. There’s nothing just okay about it.”

His eyes sparkled with excitement as he turned back to the car, already envisioning the work he would do. To him, this wasn’t just a car—it was a labor of love, a chance to bring a piece of history back to life.

"Jimmy," you sighed, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your head against his chest. "I’m just not as into cars as you are."

He felt himself soften at your touch, almost melting into your embrace. But before he could fully surrender to the warmth of your hug, he let out another amused snort. With a gentle hand, he lifted your chin, tilting your face up toward him so your eyes met.

"You’re hopeless," he teased, his tone light and playful. He leaned down and pressed a quick, affectionate kiss to your forehead, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"At least tell me I’m more beautiful than this car," you quipped, your voice laced with a hint of mock seriousness.

He chuckled softly, his hand moving to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing tenderly over your skin. His eyes, a deep and vibrant blue, gazed into yours with a warmth that melted your insides. They were filled with soft, gentle affection, a look reserved only for you.

"Oh, doll," he murmured, his voice full of sincerity. "You’re way more beautiful than this car. You’re more beautiful than anything in this world."

You smiled when your lips connected in a soft kiss. Every time he was around you, it felt like fireworks were exploding in your stomach, a rush of excitement that never faded. The sensation of your skin against his, the softness of your form wrapped in his embrace, and the subtle, enchanting scent of your hair—it was all intoxicating. You were his personal addiction, a perfect drug he couldn’t get enough of, and each touch, each kiss only deepening his need for you.

“So…” he murmured, reluctantly pulling away just enough to rest his chin on your shoulder, his breath warm against your neck, “…what color should we make this car?”

A playful grin spread across your face. “Pink.”

Anakin chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest although something changed in his expression, “Pink? Really? Not red, orange, or yellow, but pink?”

“Why not?” you shot back with a teasing glint in your eyes.

"It's just… wrong on so many levels. Sorry, baby, but this is not a damn Barbie car," he muttered with a shudder, a grimace twisting his features as if the very thought of turning a classic car pink physically pained him.

"But it'd be pretty," you replied with a sweet smile, undeterred.

He stared at you, still processing the idea that you seriously wanted to paint this car pink. His mind struggled to reconcile the vision of a tough, masculine machine with the image of it decked out in pastel colors.

"This car is supposed to be badass," he said, his tone laced with disbelief. "A tough, masculine car. And you just… want to paint it pink?"

You bit your lip, holding back a laugh, and then smiled up at him with wide, innocent eyes. "A cute, baby pink shade… with glitter and jewels."

His soul practically left his body as you listed all the things you wanted to do to the car. He couldn’t believe you wanted to turn a classic, vintage masterpiece into something straight out of a fairytale.

“Are you kidding me? This is a vintage car, baby, and you want to make it sparkle like some kind of princess carriage?” he pleaded, his voice heavy with disbelief. He let out a long, weary sigh, already feeling the inevitable pull of giving in to your whims. Was he really going to agree to this just because he was hopelessly in love with you and couldn’t bear to see you anything but happy?

“Oh, please!” you chimed in, your tone sweet and persuasive.

He looked at you, a pout forming on his lips, his heart caught in the tug-of-war between his love for the car and his love for you. The way you didn’t quite grasp his distress—and the way you so innocently asked for a pink car—left him unable to say "no" outright.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, y’know that?” he grumbled, running a hand through his hair in exasperation.

Your innocent smile only widened, the sparkle in your eyes growing brighter.

He just stood there for a moment, staring at you, trying to find the strength to resist. But finally, he let out a sigh so deep it almost sounded like a defeated groan.

“i am not going to spend hours trying to make this car look decent in freaking pink,” he muttered, shaking his head. “And I swear to god, if you even mention glitter or jewels one more time, I’ll lock you in this workshop and won’t even think about letting you out.”

“Now that’s rude,” you pouted, crossing your arms

James mirrored your stance, crossing his arms over his chest as well, his gaze fixed intently on you. He raised an eyebrow, feigning annoyance, though the small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips betrayed him.

“Oh, and it’s not rude to demand that I paint this car in the most atrocious color and slap glitter on it?” he shot back, his voice dripping with mock indignation.

“If not this car, then another one? Pretty please?” you countered, your tone softening as you tilted your head and gave him those puppy-dog eyes that always seemed to work like magic.

He let out another sigh, the kind that hinted at resignation, but there was no hiding the fond smile that crept onto his lips. You knew he could never resist when you looked at him like that, with those wide, pleading eyes and that sweet, hopeful tone. It was his kryptonite.

“Which other one then?” he murmured, his voice softening as his resolve melted away completely.

James Kelly who loves to show off his work to you since he feels like you're really proud of him

James Kelly who's your one and only engineering. If anything is broken, you call Anakin. If anything needs repair, you call Anakin. If you have to put new furniture together, you call Anakin

James Kelly whose protective nature extends to ensuring your safety. He would always check your car to make sure it’s in perfect condition;

“jimmy, the last time you checked my car was three days ago. Nothing has happened since that day” you said, watching as he anxiously inspected your car, determined to ensure it was in perfect condition.

He straightened up, his expression serious as he leaned against the car with his arms crossed. His eyes held a flicker of concern, betraying the worry he tried to hide.

“You can never be too sure,” he replied firmly, though it was evident he was slightly exaggerating. He ran a hand through his dark hair, ruffling it as he sighed with frustration.

“I just want you to be safe, you know? Let me take care of the car and make sure nothing happens to you,” he muttered, each word underscoring his deep protectiveness.

“You make me think about riding a bike,” you said, rolling your eyes at his overprotectiveness.

“You’d look hot on a bike,” he responded with a wide smirk, his blue eyes locking onto yours with playful admiration.

“Oh, stop. Just—check the car and let’s go,” you said, trying to cut off the conversation.

“Sure, my lady"

James Kelly ho loved to test his motorcycles he fixed;

James had just finished working on the engine of the motorcycle, his hands smeared with grease and oil stains. He wiped them on a dirty cloth, a satisfied grin spreading across his face. There was something about being surrounded by machines that made him feel like a kid again—pure, unbridled joy bubbling up inside him. His eyes traveled to the shiny, black motorcycle, admiring the way the lights danced across the gleaming metal. His body buzzed with excitement at the thought of taking it for a spin.

“Now, it’s for your safety,” he said firmly, as he carefully placed a helmet on your head. “I’m not risking your health nor your life.”

The very idea of something going wrong on the ride—the possibility of an accident—sent a wave of anxiety crashing through him. His stomach tightened, and his heart clenched with worry. He couldn’t bear the thought of anything happening to you, not when you meant everything to him. So, even if you were just sitting behind him, he wanted to make sure you were as safe as possible.

He swung his leg over the seat, straddling the motorcycle with practiced ease, and settled in comfortably. With a quick flick of his wrist, he started the engine, the loud, roaring rumble filling the air and sending a powerful vibration through his entire body. “Hop in, pretty girl,” he called out over the noise.

You climbed on behind him, wrapping your arms tightly around his waist. The moment he felt your body pressed against his back, and your arms encircling him, a sense of contentment washed over him. The warmth of your breath against the back of his neck sent a shiver down his spine. It was one of the best feelings in the world—having you right there with him, close enough that he could reach out and touch you whenever he wanted.

“now hold on tight, doll,” he shouted over the roar of the engine, his voice laced with excitement, as he revved the motorcycle, ready to take off on the open road.

James Kelly who has little rituals that revolve around his work and you. For example, he would always start his day with a quick text to check in on you, and end it with a call to check if youre alright or just to hear your voice

James Kelly who made matching necklaces for both of you

James Kelly who's a big dog person. He'd very often stop by to stroke local dog (if it doesn't have an owner by itself) or gives food if some are wandering around his workplace

James Kelly who used, to your dissatisfaction, shower gel 3 in 1..and even if you've bought him more suitable and better shampoo, he had never used it due to his opinion that 'his shampoo is better and costs less'

James Kelly who had become completely devoted to you, giving all his attention and heart to you. He would do anything to see a smile on your lips and a sparkle in those beautiful eyes of yours. He'd do anything to make you happy, no matter what's the cost. He'd even go against everything and everyone for you if he'd have to

James Kelly who definitely talks you through it

James Kelly who loves to make love to you (obviously) however he, as much as adores sex in bed, he also likes the thrill of making it in the empty workshop..;

"someone could see us" you - tried to - say between moans, your cheeks flushed pink while you held onto James' arms

As often as he does, James ignores your concern, his eyes locked onto yours as he continues to pound into you with no care in the surroundings. "Shh, just let go, sweetheart. No one's around. We're alone out here". he grabs your hips and starts slamming into you harder, the car hood creaking beneath you.

His breath hitches as he feels your nails digging into his skin, his thrusts becoming even more frantic. He almost takes as his goal to hit this sweet spot of yours like he always does. He leans forward, his forehead pressing against your neck as he speaks in a rough, desperate voice. "Yeah..just like that baby..gonna mark this car with your little pretty body..and--oh god--" he groaned after feeling your walls clench and hug him so deliciously "when we're done..whenever I'll look at this car I'll just see your pretty face, those beautiful legs all spread out and waiting for me--"

James Kelly who has a habit to just have you in his lap, while your naked, and play with your breasts. Enamoured by your deliciously perfect taste, he can't help but trace the puffy skin to delicately spread his saliva all over your nipple before taking it back again for the hundreds of time to his mouth, as if almost worshipping your flavour

James Kelly who would definitely finger you while watching TV;

"So wet for me, baby" his fingers glide over your folds, spreading your slickness around in slow, teasing strokes. "Do you want me to touch you here?" his voice rumbled against your ear

"mhm--"

His grin widens, and he slowly slides one finger inside you, his touch gentle yet firm. "Just one to start, alright baby?" He begins to slowly move his finger in and out, his thumb circling your nub. "You're so tight...you like that? Just one finger?"

He tuts disapprovingly to your nod, slowing down his touch although his tone turns into chiming-mocking. "Eyes on the screen, love". He punctuates his words with a slow thrust of his finger "Good girl.." he praised after seeing you submit to him and to give you a prize, he sped up his touch once more, adding another finger and curving them inward to hit that spot. His actions elicited more gasps and moans from your mouth

"Shh, baby...quiet now". He adds a third finger, scissoring them inside you as he rubs your clit with his thumb. "Gotta hear the dialogue..." He whispered directly to your ear

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[moonstruckme]

hello mae! you said that you’re tentatively thinking about doing poly! jily? how about them x shy!reader who is used to spending holidays alone but now that she’s in a relationship, James and Lily wanna give her experiences of like carving pumpkins, baking cookies, or something like that.

just cute and domestic fall activities!! I hope that’s enough.

Thank you for requesting lovely!

poly!Jily x shy!reader ♡ 845 words

You smile, and James plants his lips on your cheek just before the flash. 

“Perfect,” Lily says while the camera whirs. She takes the photo it spits out, going to stow it in a shady corner of the porch. 

“Now one with you,” James urges. 

“No.” Lily waves him off as you second James’ request. “How would we get all of us and our pumpkins in it?” 

“James has long arms,” you say.

"Yeah, Evans." James grabs you roughly around the shoulders, making your face heat even as you smile. "I have long arms. Give it here."

After some debate Lily hands over the camera. James holds it out as far as he can, waiting until you’re all holding up your jack-o-lanterns before pressing the button. 

It goes beside the other photo, waiting for the film to develop. You know as soon as it does, both photos will be clustered in with the others on James and Lily’s fridge, held up by magnets beginning to lose their strength under the weight of so many. Lily has always liked to take pictures, and ever since you got together she’s been cramming ones of you into every empty space. This relationship is relatively new for you, and most days you’re still trying to figure out where you fit, but Lily and James do everything to make you feel welcome. In a million tiny ways, they show you all the time that they care just as much for you as they do for each other. 

James looks between your pumpkins pridefully. “Whose do we think turned out the best?” 

“Lily’s,” you say at the same time as Lily says, “Mine.” 

James’ mouth falls open. “Mine was good too!”

“Sorry, Jamie.” You give his shoulder a consoling pat. “Hers is just better.” 

The fact of the matter is, your girlfriend was simply patient where you and James were not. She outlined her jack-o-lantern’s face beforehand in marker, used a small knife to achieve the curvatures of one heart-shaped eye and one winking one, and took the time to make the edges of her cuts look nice and clean. James and you, however, tried to freehand things with much larger knives; it had not gone quite so well. 

“I think there should be points for creativity,” says James, frowning at his botched pumpkin. He’d tried to give it round eyes, and in the process accidentally cut more than he meant to. The result is jagged and vaguely upsetting, so eventually he decided it was an ill pumpkin and trailed its entrails out of its mouth so it looks like it’s vomiting pumpkin guts. 

“It was a very creative solution,” Lily tells James. And to you, “You did really well for your first time, too, sweetheart.” 

You snort. Yours is nearly as bad as James’. Both of your partners had to show you how to saw through the pumpkin flesh more than once to keep you from yanking the knife out and stabbing yourself. After many tutorials, you’d managed two triangle-shaped eyes, but the teeth you’d tried to put in your jack-o-lantern’s mouth had fallen out, so now it just looks like a rather simplistic, very upbeat face. 

“You did,” Lily insists, but she’s repressing a laugh too as she looks down at your pumpkin. “It’s cute.” 

“It looks like something a five-year-old could have done,” you acknowledge. 

“You and a five-year-old have about the same amount of experience carving pumpkins, so that’s not really so bad,” says James. He reaches for the polaroids Lily took. “Let’s see how these turned out.” 

“James Potter,” Lily’s voice goes sharp, “don’t you dare touch those with your slimy hands.” 

“Okay, alright.” James holds his hands up in the air. He stands instead, backing away slowly like Lily has him at gunpoint. “C’mon, lovie, let’s go fish the seeds out in the sink.” 

“What for?” you ask, following him as he carries your large bowl of pumpkin entrails inside. 

“If you separate the seeds and roast them, you can eat them.” James raises his eyebrows at you. “Don’t tell me you’ve never had pumpkin seeds before.” 

“Nope.” 

“Ugh. You poor, deprived girl.” James takes your face in his hands, and you smile despite the slick feeling of his pumpkin-y fingers on your cheeks. His eyebrows scrunch pityingly as he kisses above your nose. “We’ll right that wrong today, sweetheart, don’t you worry.” 

“You haven’t been missing out on much,” Lily says, slipping past the two of you with your photos. She wedges them underneath a magnet on the fridge. “It’s a lot of effort for a snack.” 

“She only says that because she can’t stand the guts,” James tells you conspiratorially. 

“Really?” You mash your hands into the stringy pumpkin bits. “I kind of like them.” 

Lily makes a face. “They’re all slimy and weird. And sticky.” 

“Wimp,” James teases. 

“You’ve just called them guts, James. In what world does that sound appealing?” 

“Angel,” James says in a quiet voice, “you’ll protect me, won’t you?” 

You frown at him. “Why?” 

He picks up a small mass of pumpkin guts and lobs it at your girlfriend. 

“James!”

[lanawinterscigarettes]

Thoughts on how reader would fluster Wilson?

*rubs hands together evilly* oh, I have plenty of thoughts on this anon, believe me

How the reader would fluster James Wilson

Warnings: the reader is a massive flirt, Wilson's very easily flustered (which is a surprise to no one), very mild swearing, I'm pretty sure that's it

Honestly it's not very difficult to get this man flustered at all. Yes he's a manwhore, but he can get a little shy at times, especially if it's with someone who's being incredibly forward with their advances

Something as simple as an innocent touch or a playful compliment will have him blushing enough as it is, but if you're actively trying to get him flustered then he'll be much less composed

Innocent touches on his back or arm end up lasting longer than they probably should, and playful compliments come across as a lot more pointed and sincere

Wilson won't protest much even if he does feel uncomfortable with a person's advances (*cough* because he's a massive people pleaser *cough*) but assuming he feels comfortable with you he'll most likely just brush it off as you being overly friendly and try to ignore the way his face heats up whenever you act flirtatious

Speaking of being flirtatious, please flirt with this man. There's a good 50/50 that he'll actually reciprocate with a flirty comment of his own, but even if he doesn't it's so fun to see him stammer over his words as he tries to come up with a response

Another surefire way to make his face turn red while getting him all tongue tied is to be physically affectionate. He's definitely touch starved, even after being married three different times (though to be fair he didn't really spend any time with his wives so that's probably one of the reasons why)

Give him random hugs, fiddle with his tie, mess with his hair, etc. After a while he gets used to it but that still won't stop a faint blush from rising on his cheeks when it happens

He might lightheartedly complain about it but if you offer to stop then he'll take it as a threat more than a suggestion and won't bring it up again, even if he'd rather you not wrap your arms around him while he's trying to speak with a patient

And if you happen to surprise him one day with a kiss? Oh boy. It could be as brief and casual as possible and he'll still stand there for several minutes afterwards trying to figure out what the hell just happened

Want to get him really flustered? Wear something revealing. If you're fem presenting, a short skirt and stockings will do the trick, and if you're masc presenting then a tight button up and rolled up sleeves will work perfectly. Even better if you do both or switch between the two

He'll try to pretend like he doesn't notice but it's obvious he does from the not-so-subtle looks he sends your way and how he quickly looks away if you notice he's staring. Don't even bother asking him about it, as he'll just play dumb and change the subject instead of giving you a real answer, not that you need one

Lord help him if you decide to "accidentally" drop something and have to bend down in order to pick it back up again. That's one of the few times he'll forget his manners completely and just watch you in awe. Asking if he "likes what he sees" directly afterwards is almost certain to give him a heart attack, but I suggest you do it anyway. You know, for fun

End notes: I promise I'm working on my other Wilson requests you guys I didn't forget about them I swear

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about james lee ╏ taesoo ma + first gen kings

𓇼 summary: taesoo finally found james lee — he figures he should tell the other kings.

𓇼 details: no reader, takes place after the dg vs taesoo fight (one night arc)

𓇼 wc: 1.4k

𓇼 A/N: thanks to the anon who gave me the idea! there's not much source material for any of them, but...i tried my best to write them in character (-.-)

!!! we don't know how long jaegyeon + dg have been working together. if it's revealed he already knew dg's identity during one night arc...we can just say he's playing dumb 😝

Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 created the group 'ABOUT JAMES LEE'

Jichang Kwak Taesoo? JaegyeoN❤️ Na 🚗 Oh ffs Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 Hello everyone. You know I wouldn't be contacting you all for no reason. I'm recovering in Gangbuk right now and I'd rather not have a group face time. This is about James Lee SEOKDU WANG Yeah we can see that. Thanks for making us look like stalkers Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 Shut up. You know as well as I do how much that prick terrorised us, which is why my people in Ansan made a plan to lure him out. I found James Lee Jichang Kwak You have? JaegyeoN❤️ Na 🚗 Seriously??? DAEHO TEMPLE 🧘☸️ Greetings 😊 This monk doesn't indulge in technology, but it must've been Buddha's will that this phone fell into my hands...What's this about James Lee? Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 Hello Gongseob. Still putting up this sham I see DAEHO TEMPLE 🧘☸️ It must also be Buddha's will to choke you with my prayer beads 😊😊 Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 I'll snap off that prosthetic leg while you're at it DAEHO TEMPLE 🧘☸️ You talk as if you don't have a glass eye 😊 Jichang Kwak Jesus Christ, how did you two children manage to rule your regions? Taesoo, you have us all here, so get to the point. Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 Right, James isn't just in hiding like we all thought. He's taken on a completely new identity, one that's very visible to the public...essentially, he's hiding in plain sight. SEOKDU WANG A new identity that's public? Why would James risk that? Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 No idea. But he fooled me for a good while when I first saw him Jichang Kwak But the bottom line is you saw him, right? So who is he? Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 Yes...and I fought with him. Everyone...this is James Lee

Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗

taesoo stares at the screen in confusion. no one sent anything for a good while.

until finally:

DAEHO TEMPLE 🧘☸️ 😧😧😧 Jichang Kwak ...You sent the wrong picture JaegyeoN❤️ Na 🚗 I don't even wanna know why you have this saved. Aren't you a little too old to be listening to him? 😬 SEOKDU WANG Exposing yourself in such a way...I'd be embarrassed if I were those Ansan kids Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 What the hell??? No you idiots. This is James Lee. He's been hiding as Diego Kang, better known as DG, a famous idol.

taesoo blinks as the chat goes silent again.

until...

JaegyeoN❤️ Na 🚗 🤣🤣😭😭 Jichang Kwak Taesoo... SEOKDU WANG Go vegan and these hallucinations won't happen Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 WHAT??? I've seen him with my own two eyes, this man is James Lee...you guys don't believe me? DAEHO TEMPLE 🧘☸️ Hoho don't you mean one eye? 😊 And...lying goes against the 4th precept... Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 Fuck you firstly. Secondly, WHY would I lie about this? DG is James Lee and he came to Gangbuk once he saw his name was being used...that was the plan to lure him out.

DAEHO TEMPLE 🧘☸️

Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 What would I gain from making this up? JaegyeoN❤️ Na 🚗 I dunno but I always knew you were weird. No sane man willingly shits in the mountains Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 ??? You know I don't live there, right? And that's not the point. I'm telling the truth. Hudson was there too SEOKDU WANG All I'm saying is...you're the most vengeful towards James out of everyone here...so it's not impossible to think you got confused and beat up an innocent celebrity... Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 WHAT??? THAT'S ABSOLUTELY NOT WHAT HAPPENED

DAEHO TEMPLE 🧘☸️

Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 Send a Buddhist quote one more time I dare you Jichang Kwak Everyone...let's stop bickering for a moment. Taesoo, why don't you just tell us everything that happened? Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 Right...so basically, Hudson made a plan to lure out James by having a crew in Gangbuk use his name. James was obviously hiding for a reason, so he'd want to take out the threats to his concealment. DAEHO TEMPLE 🧘☸️ Little Hudson! 😄 His night club in Ansan is fantastic...or so I've heard. Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 😐 Anyway, it worked because James ended up coming. But before that, some 2nd generation kiddies were there...it's surprising but they were quite strong...I felt like I was back in my younger days. SEOKDU WANG Going toe to toe with the 2nd generation...this would never happen in Suwon Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 Whatever. It got interrupted when this guy with pink hair smashed through the window and started fighting me...he did scarily remind me of James but I didn't think too much of it JaegyeoN❤️ Na 🚗 I'm surprised you didn't recognise someone as famous as DG...then again, it makes sense given where you live 🤔 Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 I SAID I DON'T LIVE IN THE MOUNTAINS. And he was wearing some ski mask so I couldn't recognise him either way Jichang Kwak How did you know he was James? Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 That fucker repeated the same lines during our fight back then...that's when I knew. And when he took off his mask, I saw James' face in him. He didn't deny it either, in fact, he confirmed it for me. DAEHO TEMPLE 🧘☸️ Hmmm... Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 Listen...I know it's hard to believe, but ignore the pink hair and flashy accessories and just look at his face. Don't tell me he doesn't look like James.

taesoo sighs as the chat goes silent again, bracing himself for whatever mockery they throw at him.

but to his pleasant surprise:

SEOKDU WANG ...He does look like him JaegyeoN❤️ Na 🚗 And I always thought that kid had good looks...he could've definitely passed as an idol DAEHO TEMPLE 🧘☸️ They look alike, but how come no one else has noticed? Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 This weirdo changed his entire personality too. He's way more calm and stoic, not the cocky guy we saw back then. SEOKDU WANG Hang on, how did the fight go? If you're recovering in Gangbuk, does that mean you lost? Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 Well what do you think?

taesoo rolls his eyes as the radio silence returns. until eventually:

JaegyeoN❤️ Na 🚗 🤣🤣😭😭 Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 What is it now? JaegyeoN❤️ Na 🚗 YOU GOT BEAT BY SOMEONE WHO TWERKS FOR TEENAGE GIRLS 🤣🤣😭😭 SEOKDU WANG I just watched one of his performances...Taesoo...this is a new low DAEHO TEMPLE 🧘☸️ Defeated by James even after forgoing his identity...this too, must be Buddha's will Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 I hope you all choke. Unlike you, I can admit when I've lost fair and square, no matter my opponent. JaegyeoN❤️ Na 🚗 I bet you're crying behind the screen right now Jichang Kwak Stop it everyone. Let's not kick a man when he's already down. Taesoo has suffered enough humiliation Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 ? I just said I wasn't feeling humiliated but thanks JaegyeoN❤️ Na 🚗 I don't get it though, why would James change his whole persona? It can't just be because of the first generation…and he must've gotten help from someone to become DG SEOKDU WANG Wait, didn't he say 'join our group' when trying to recruit Seongji to that 4 major crews thing? Could it be them? Or one of them? Jichang Kwak I think you're bang on the money Seokdu. I have a hunch about why James went into hiding…and who helped him become Diego Kang. JaegyeoN❤️ Na 🚗 Woah. I feel like we're in a detective movie 😆 We should rename this group to 'Incheon Investigations' Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 I'm not changing it. And if anything, it should be called 'Ansan Investigations' because I'm the one who brought this up Jichang Kwak Stay on topic for 1 minute, I beg of you. Anyway, thanks for telling us Taesoo. I'm going to try discreetly look into this…you've been a big help for my investigations. P.S. - It should be called 'Chungcheong Investigations' because I'm in the police force. Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻 I had a feeling this was tied into the case you're investigating. James should be brought to justice. You've had to give up so much because of bastards like him. I hope you succeed. Jichang Kwak :) JaegyeoN❤️ Na 🚗 🤢 Get a room. Anyhow, is there a point in keeping this group? Unless you wanna make the right decision and rename it to 'Incheon Investigations' ;) Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 I will not. But there's no harm in keeping it, just in case anything noteworthy comes up. SEOKDU WANG ...This better not be a regular thing Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 Well I hated this conversation more than seeing that pink princess, so it won't! DAEHO TEMPLE 🧘☸️ Taesoo, can I ask you one thing? Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 What is it? DAEHO TEMPLE 🧘☸️ Since you're friendly with DG, would you mind asking him for some concert tickets as a donation to our temple? 😊

Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 has left the group

A/N: jichang x taesoo is my fav rare pair ❤️ taesoo even said he'd investigate jichang's death at his funeral + he was the first king there bruh 🥺😭 ohhh my shayla...

P.S. - if you liked this, check out the j high gc fic that anon was talking about!

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[empress-simps]

Heart Chaser

Pairing: James Potter x Reader CW: Grumpy reader, James getting injured, and Language. Genre: Fluff Summary: James tries to woo you over many times before, with what he does best- being a showoff and with a promise of a hogsmeade date if they win the quidditch tournament

Note: James is a certified simp. This is a self-indulgent one shot, enjoy reading!

James was stupid- it goes without saying. Stupidly in love with you, who wants nothing to do with him. He always greets you with his charming smile, you greet him back with a scowl or a sneer just for him.

He was like a stubborn gum stuck in the bottom of your shoes that you have a hard time getting rid of.

“Is he hit in the head? Why is he doing fucking flips when he could make our house win?” You scowl, arms folding over your chest as he whizzes near you, sending a wink your way. The other girls around you squealed, thinking it was for them as giggles and whispers surrounded you. If anything, you were quite the contrary. If you could puke, you probably would’ve already done it by now.

“Hm, Black is quite a good player. Quite better than their stupid captain who just knows how to show off.” You commented on seeing Sirius Black swinging his bat to hit the incoming bludger that was aimed at James, effectively protecting the chaser. Her friends, Mary and Marlene looked at each other, eyebrows raised in surprise.

“Fancy dating a beater rather than a chaser, huh?”

Marlene teased while Mary chuckled, trying not to show her amusement to the annoyed you. “Right, so if I compliment a boy on his quidditch skills that means I’m madly in love with him? Great.” You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest as you redirected your attention to the game.

“Oh come on, we were just teasing you, Y/n!” Mary pokes your side playfully, “I should’ve just let the sorting hat put me in Slytherin, that way I wouldn’t have to deal with you both.”

“Oh sod off, Y/n. You were pissing your pants in fear in front of older Slytherin students in our first year.” Marlene snickers, dodging your attempts to get to her as Mary tries to block you from actually hitting her.

“Why you little- “

“…And the Gryffindor team wins!”

Cheers erupted from your side as you widened your eyes in surprise. There he was, James Potter got off his broom as Sirius started to carry him on his shoulders, their teammates surrounding them. James met your eyes and smiled (quite stupidly in your opinion) sending a wink your way which made a sour look appear on your face. What a showoff.

“C’mon, game’s over. I don’t want to see Pothead’s face more than what’s necessary.” You grabbed them both and left the quidditch pitch. Marlene protested at first, but then immediately tried to persuade you into joining the common room party that night.

“Yeah yeah, whatever.” You waved her off, wanting Marlene to shut up and forget what you said. Oh, how wrong you were.

Which placed you in your current position, Marlene and Mary basically dragged you to the common room where you saw people drunk, dancing, or snogging. “Stay here, Y/n!” We’ll be back!” Marlene giggled, as she and Mary went off to Merlin-knows-where. You felt stupid and out of place, so you just stuck to the side and watched the scenes in front of you unfold.

“Didn’t think you were the type to attend parties like this.” A chuckle was heard, looking in the direction of the voice, you saw Remus, leaning against the wall much like what you are doing. You let out a scoff, “Marlene and Mary left to go snog some random people,” He lets out a laugh, “I figured. Would you like some butterbeer?” He offers, you shake your head politely. “It’s alright, I do love some firewhisky.” You joked, his eyebrows shot up in amusement and surprise as Sirius neared you both, seemingly heard your conversation.

“You’re quite surprising, Y/n! No wonder you got Prongs wrapped around your finger.” Sirius had his famous grin plastered on his face, handing you a shot of Olgden’s Old firewhisky. Your eyebrows narrowed suspiciously at Sirius, who urged you to take it. Just where did he even get that and how did he manage to sneak it in?

 “What’s life without a little risk?”

“Don’t even think about giving that to her, Padfoot.”

Like a knight in shining armor, James seemed to pop out of nowhere, getting in between you and Sirius, giving his best friend a disapproving look. Sirius grins sheepishly, raising one arm up in mock surrender, “Alright, Prongsie. Sorry dove! Next time, alright?” Sirius looked at you, winking and running off to somewhere before James could whack him. Remus follows Sirius closely behind to ensure he doesn’t do anything too stupid.

“Thanks, Potter.” You practically forced yourself to utter those words to the boy who had a quite lovestruck look on his face.

“Anything for you, Y/n.”

“Alright, I’ve had enough. Goodbye, congratulations on your win.” You sneered, trying to ignore the blush creeping in your cheeks at the obviously lovestruck James, who seemed to snap out of his trance. “H-hold on!” He grabs your wrist gently, stopping you.

“If we win the next game, let’s go to Hogsmeade.”

Alright, you weren’t expecting that. You stilled, trying to fight the stupid butterflies that started to appear in your tummy. What is happening to you? Did you find James attractive suddenly? This needs to be stopped, at least you hope it will.

“No- “

“Y/n, please! I won’t even pass notes to you anymore in class just to get us both in detention!” He pleads, you must admit that he looks quite cute. Raising an eyebrow, you tried to fight off the amused smirk threatening to make its way on your lips. “So, you’re admitting that you did that so we can spend detention together?” You should’ve whacked him upside the head and be annoyed but strangely, you find it, dare you say- adorable.

James scratched the back of his neck, he was caught. “Erm… So, is that a yes?” You clicked your tongue, “Win the game first then we’ll talk.”

“It seems like the Gryffindor’s Captain is in high spirits today!”

You hear the commentator’s voice rang throughout the cheering crowd. Crossing your arms, you observed James, his demeanor is quite different from last time. He’s more serious than ever, barely even showing off or sending a quick your way when he flies close next to you. It was a huge difference, not that you were bummed out about it (which you secretly are.)

Marlene snickered, noticing your reaction. “Why the long face? Potter not paying attention to you?”

“Sod off, Marlene.” You grumbled, shoving her lightly making her laugh. “Hey! So it’s true! Mary, Potter managed to woo our Y/n- “ You glared at her, a hint of blush dusting your cheek. “I can only tolerate so much, Marls.”

The banter was cut short when you heard gasps and the commentator’s alarmed voice was heard. “It appears that James Potter was knocked off his broom by Ravenclaw’s beater, and he’s falling quite fast! Someone get Madame Pomfrey!”

You paled, mouth turning dry as your eyes searched frantically at the enormous quidditch pitch, feeling your stomach drop as you saw James freefall to the ground quickly.  “No…” Luckily, someone managed to make his fall to the ground a bit less dangerous by turning the ground into a putty-like texture. Biting your lip nervously, you wince as James landed with a loud thud.

He wheezed, lying on the ground, and holding his arm that was probably broken. “Merlin, that actually hurts.” He looks around, shutting his eyes in embarrassment. Out of all the places he could have fallen in, it just simply had to be in front of where you sat. James can already hear you rejecting him taking you out this Saturday.

Rushing to the Hospital Wing, you opened the doors with a loud thud, not caring if you disturbed other patients as you made a beeline to James who was talking with the rest of Marauders.

“You dumb oaf! How could you possibly lose balance in your own broom?!” You furrowed you eyebrows as you saw James visibly wince, feeling ashamed, he looked down at his arm cast. Mary places a hand on your shoulder as Marlene casts an apologetic look towards the boys.

“How will I say yes to your stupid little Hogsmeade date if you’re injured?” You ‘tsked’, crossing your arms in front of your chest, ignoring everyone’s surprised reaction. Sirius whistled, already slapping James on the back as Remus widened his eyes, Peter had his mouth open in shock and your friends stared at you in surprise, looking like you just grew another head.

James quickly looked up at you, eyes beaming with happiness as a dopey smile made its way on his face. “You… you agree?” He bit his lip, trying to contain his excitement. You raised your eyebrows, a small amused smile settling on your face. “I don’t know you’re that daft, but yes. I’ll go on a date with you Potter.”

Everyone around you cheered quietly as Madame Pomfrey sent a warning glare to your group. James grins, leaning in your direction as he looks at you. “Brilliant.” His voice is a soft murmur, only meant for you. Madame Pomfrey’s glare dissolves into a knowing smile as she turns away, giving you both a moment of privacy.

James had a way of capturing people’s hearts by just being himself, he even managed to capture yours- and he doesn’t even think about letting it go.

[metallicames]

Teenage dream

Part 1

Description: After a night of passion, the reader must return to reality and face her father and James and figure out which direction to go and whether to follow her feelings.

Warnings: angst (very little), age gap, petting.

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The silence of the return trip overwhelms even my thoughts. My father has obviously been weird all day with me and James and now I don't know how to start the conversation. I feel terribly guilty and embarrassed but I want to make him understand that I did what I did because I wanted it for a long time and that James treated me in the best way possible.

"So... how long have you liked James?"

His question throws me off, I stop staring at the fields outside the window and turn to him.

"Well.. I've always had a crush on him to be honest." I confess embarassed.

"I would never have expected this thing... from either of you!" his tone is dark and serious, I can see he gripping the steering wheel tightly with one hand.

“Dad…I’m sorry, but I want you to know that it started with me…James behaved well, he didn’t-” my sentence stops halfway.

“Y/N don’t justify him, you’re a girl, he's a man, he could have avoided it!” the words come out of his mouth almost shouted.

“But I’m 20, I’m not a little girl anymore! You’re just annoyed that he’s your friend!”I exclaim almost trembling with anger.

"No, you don’t understand…you're my daughter I don't want you to suffer. I’d rather you never see each other again!” His words hit me, a lump forms in my throat and I try to swallow, holding back the tears.

"I don't even know if he'll be interested in seeing me again, it might have been the first and last time..” my voice shakes I don't want to believe my own words, in my heart I hope that James likes me even if this would make things complicated, especially with my father.

“Y/N I'm sorry to tell you but it's better this way, he's always on tour you're studying and you have to commit to college, it's not a feasible thing”. His tone becomes calmer and sweeter, I know he's right but I wish it wasn't like that. I go back to looking at the fields out the window getting lost in my thoughts until we arrive at our destination.

I spend three days with my head completely elsewhere, in class I can barely take notes my brain continues to process possible scenarios of what could happen. I don't even know if James has spoken to my father, I don't know what his intentions are, I feel suspended unable to act and think clearly. I don't talk about it with anyone, not even my roommate with whom I have a good relationship, I'm afraid that she'll confuse me even more and that she'll deceive me just to make me feel better.

While I'm lost in my thoughts in the college's yard my phone rings making me literally jump out of the bench and I come back to reality, I read the name on the screen - Hetfield - my head spins and I feel my heart rate increase, I stare at the phone unable to act, after a few seconds I take a deep breath and I answer.

"Hello? James?" I try to keep a calm and relaxed tone but inside I feel like I'm dying, "Hey! Sorry to bother you are you in class?" - "I just left", I lie shamelessly, actually I'm on a bench staring into space.

"Sorry, I'll be quick, what time do you finish today? I was thinking of picking you up, I need to talk to you” his tone becomes uncertain and I understand that my father must have said something to him, I remain silent for a moment before answering.

"Ummh. Ok fine, I'll finish at 6.30 pm, I'll send you the address of the exit so we can meet there" - “Perfect, see you in a couple of hours.” His tone is almost cold, detached as if he does not want to reveal any emotion and I begin to fear the worst.

We say goodbye and I spend the next few hours paranoid.

It's 6:20 pm and I head to the bathroom to get myself ready while I try to calm down, I don't know why I'm so nervous I almost want to throw up and my heart is racing like crazy. I take one last look in the mirror, -with my girly skirt, my college sweatshirt and my backpack I look even younger, shit- I think to myself.

I head towards the exit and find James' black pick up parked outside, the sun is setting, I cross the road and look around hoping no one sees me.

"Hey, hi James" I exclaim as soon as I get in the car, even though it's only been three days I've missed seeing him and smelling his perfume.

"Hi Y/N! How are you?" he turns towards me he takes off his sunglasses and looks at me smiling, I notice a change in his gaze the light I had seen when we were in the mountains has gone out and I glimpse a hint of worry. "I'm fine, and you? Are you tired?" I ask as I fasten my seat belt trying to avoid his gaze. “A little, I'm thoughtful, I talked to your dad. Wait let’s go to a quieter area...” While he speaks he moves the car away from the entrance. There is a few moments of silence in which I try to process the information. “What.. what did you say to each other?” My eyes look at him as he is intent on driving, I want to cry but I don’t want to create even more embarrassment so I hold back the tears with all my strength.

“He’s worried Y/N, and I feel like shit, you know, he’s a good friend of mine and I don’t want to wrong him. I don’t even know what to do, what happened the other day it's stuck with me.”

The pick up stops near my apartment and James looks at me again, his gaze penetrates me and makes me feel completely exposed, as if he could see my thought.

“I talked to him too, he wants to protect me but at the same time he forbids me from doing something that makes me happy, because I like being with you James, you make me feel good.” While I speak I turn towards him with my body shortening the distance, I see James’s gaze linger for a few moments on my legs and then rise to my face.

“Me too Y/N, I’ve thought about you often in these three days, but there’s always a part of me that tells me that it’s wrong. I’m much older than you and I should make the right decision even if it hurts.”

The faint hope that had been created inside me vanishes, I shrug my shoulders and start playing with the edge of my skirt so as not to show my disappointment. I thought he wanted to continue seeing me instead he seems to have found a nice way to tell me that he wants to move on with his life even if his body language confuses me. He seems cold and detached since I got in the car as if he wanted to keep his distance but at the same time I notice that he is holding back as if he fears what he might do if he let himself go, his eyes betray him.

"Ok, I thought you cared.. so.." I feel so stupid.

He moves closer with his body, reaching out a hand towards mine and squeezing it: "Of course I care Y/N, and seeing you here in front of me makes everything more difficult..".

The warmth of his hand makes me melt, without realizing it he is making the situation even more painful.

"If this is your decision I don't want to force you...it'll remain a good memory I hope for both of us and... I don't know what to say James.. " My eyes fill with tears of disappointment I look out the window avoiding his gaze.

An almost surreal silence follows, his eyes are fixed on me then I improvise, I undo my seat belt I take my backpack I open the door.

As I prepare to leave James grabs my arm forcefully, I turn around confused and I linger on his eyes, dark, intense.

Why is he doing this to me?

before I can process his gesture James comes closer to me, tightening his grip on my arm and kisses me tenderly on the lips, resting his forehead against mine, running a hand up my neck and then resting it on my cheek.

“your dad is right when he says it's complicated and if we keep going we'll hurt each other, I know what's right, but I need to keep doing the wrong thing” he murmurs.

I'm almost in shock, the constant alternation of different feelings leaves me in a daze that fades away when James kisses me again this time with more passion. I let myself go trying to turn off my brain for a moment while James slowly slides his tongue into my mouth, letting out a little moan. Our tongues meet, rolling over each other, savoring and intertwining with more and more passion and desire, stopping when lips are just barely touching and we breath each other's air, our breathing already labored. “I can’t resist you…” he whispers, placing a hand behind my neck.

I put a hand on his warm chest, and as James begins to kiss my neck I slowly lower it, feeling every part of his torso covered by the thin layer of his shirt under my fingertips, stopping just above his belt. I feel his altered breathing in my ear as he bites my lobe, returning to kiss me shortly after. My hand goes down meeting his big erection pressed against his jeans, I touch it making him pant harder in my mouth, I want him so much that I'm going crazy, his body is a magnet, I can't resist him.

Our hands explore each other's bodies, his fingers make their way along my bare legs giving me goosebumps, they creep under my skirt, I open my legs slightly to make room for him and I feel his big hand approaching my core. His thumb moves on the fabric of my panties sending shocks of pleasure through me as it reach my clit, I squeeze my legs slightly at the sensation and he smiles at me letting out a little giggle. While our tongues meet again his thumb applies more and more pressure moving my panties to the side making me wet from the growing stimulation.

Our mouths search and devour each other, our tongues intertwine while our bodies become impatient as do our hands.

I start to undo his belt and slide my hand into his pants, feeling his bulge under my fingertips and start to palpate it making him gasp deeply. When I open my eyes to admire him and stare into his blue iris out of the corner of my eye I see a car parking near us.

“Shit… that’s one of my roommates” I pull away from James and wave at her pretending to be indifferent while he still has his fingers stuck on my cunt. “Do you think she saw us? Do you want us to move?” he asks me almost dazed with his pupils completely dilated and his lips glossy.

“I don't know! Is better if I go back inside, they’ll all be back home now. I want to take it slow, I mean, see how it evolves and tell them about this later.” Obviously my body would like something else but I try to be rational and not give in to my instinct.

"Ok.. so are you leaving me go home in this state? You’re a mean girl!” he says looking between his legs, my eyes follow his gaze stopping on his boner, I swallow noisily.

“I know, I know fuck James… if someone sees us doing it in the car it would be pretty embarrassing, I'm saying this especially for you” I really care about him, I don't want any pictures or strange news about us to come out in some newspaper, even if a part of me would like to get in the back seat and do literally everything with him.

“Yeah.. You're right...unfortunately” he caresses my face delicately looking at me tenderly. “Will we talk in the next few days? I'm away this week but I would like to hear from you and maybe see you when I get back.” he stares at me with a sweet look but still dazen and horny.

“Of couse, we'll be able to reconcile our commitments, I'm sure”. We give each other one last soft and slow kiss I get out of the car with butterflies in my stomach.

I cross the doorstep with his taste still on my lips, I feel ecstatic, even though I know it will be difficult to hang out with someone like James the connection between us is too special not to try.

As I am about to fall asleep under the covers in my room, my phone vibrates, I immediately pick it up with a very quick movement, instantly coming out of my torpor.

Hetfield: "I still have your scent on me, I don't think I'll sleep tonight".

Well, I don't think I'll get any sleep either.

𝓣𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓮𝓭...

Part 3

[ginnyw-potter]

James' letter

@ginnystrophyhusband prompt: blood-traitor

Ginny heard Harry sigh while he was reading James’ letter. She immediately looked up and saw her husband was wearing a deep frown. 

“Is he okay?” she asked. 

“Yes,” he said quickly. “It’s just… some people have been calling him a blood-traitor.”

She stood up and walked to him. “He’s a strong boy. He’ll be okay.”

Harry met her eyes. “What surprises me more is that people are still some magical people out there who think it’s okay to call people such names. What if next letter he tells us they called his new friend a mudblood?” He laid the letter down on the table. 

“Let’s hope not.” 

“Did it ever offend you to be called a blood-traitor?” 

“No.” She squeezed his shoulder. “I always had pride in it. James knows better. You need to trust he’ll make the right call.”

Harry didn’t seem to like that reply. 

“And accept it that he may get detention for hexing people who call him or his friends names they shouldn’t.” She leaned against the table to look at it. 

“Okay,” Harry said. “I am counting on it that he’ll get detention. He is our son after all.” 

Ginny picked up the letter and read James’ words on her own. “Honestly, I think he was just telling you about his day. I don’t think he meant to worry you. I had five eggs for breakfast, got lost on the way to Potions, some people called me a blood traitor and my classmates don’t believe me when I say I’ll become a Quidditch star. It’s in my blood!” she quoted. “He’s too sure of himself to even think it would worry you. If something was up, Victoire would have written me.” 

“She would?” Harry asked. 

Ginny smiled. “I was going to keep her secrets about boys if she kept an eye on Jamesy.” 

Harry huffed  and shook his head. “Right.”

“She’ll never tell her mother and I am fun auntie Ginny. At least if she’s about to do something stupid, I may be able to influence her somewhat,” she explained. She folded the letter up. “You didn’t ask Teddy?”

“Too much of a disregard for figures of authority,” Harry complained. 

Ginny hummed. “I think he learned that from you.”

“Not.”

“Did,” she said with a smile. “James can handle being called a blood traitor. And I’m sure everyone knows his parents are not people to be messed with.” 

Harry snorted. “I think James would be mortified if we would try to defend him.”

“Exactly.” She pushed off the table. “Which is why he will be eager to fight his own fights. Now Al….” She paused. “I’ll worry about him when he starts, but he’ll have James to watch out for him.”

“That’s not reassuring,” Harry mumbled. 

“At least we don’t have to worry about Lily,” Ginny said with a chuckle. “She has got it handled.” 

“Speaking of which, where is she?” Harry asked, looking outside for her. 

“She’s upstairs doing a summoning circle.” 

Harry looked rather alarmed. 

“Oh. Most young witches go through a phase like that,” she said reassuringly. 

Harry eyed her curiously. “Did you?” As if he already knew the answer, he then asked. “Did it work?”

“It took a few years, but yes.” She winked and turned around, walking into the kitchen. 

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You’re Mine, Sunshine ❝part four❞

♡ Pairing: Grumpy!Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Sunshine!Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: You don’t know what to think of Bucky after he took you to bed last night. Bucky can’t continue to keep the stalking situation hidden from you. Something is found on your doorstep.

♡ Warnings: talk of parent death, light angst, fluff, stalking, hints to death threats

Part 5

Trope ⇢ Grumpy x Sunshine | Mob!Au Bodyguard!Au

Despite falling asleep way earlier then you had meant to last night, you still felt exhausted. Mentally, physically— everything.

You had hoped to wake up, with all the events from yesterday being a dream. But unfortunately, you couldn’t escape the heartbreak.

Your hand itched for your phone, wanting to call your Father— to apologize. Pathetic, I know. You didn’t mean to stress him out, if that’s what you did. You didn’t mean to cause any problems, you were simply trying to spend time with him. As harmless as the act seemed, apparently it was an issue.

You were alone.

The thought brought images of your Mother to the surface, which for the most part were happy. It was the longing to have her hold you that brought on the wave of tears. You missed her so much. Her passing was so sudden— so out of nowhere. You’d give anything to see her one more time, to say goodbye this time.

“Morning Mom… I miss you.” You whispered to the ceiling, a part of you waiting for an answer you knew would never come.

You remembered the nights that you wailed to your walls, crying to the ceilings— in your desperate attempts to talk to your Mother. Even after some time, the pain didn’t fade. You knew it never would.

Although she wasn’t physically here, you hoped everyday that she was watching over you.

Your head pounded slightly from crying last night— into this morning. You quickly decided to hop into the shower, hoping that the warm water would relax your muscles, calm your racing thoughts.

Today was a good day, you would make sure of that.

~

After showering, you already felt better. You felt clean— almost as if the shower had physically washed away the negativity. Well, you hoped it did just that.

Throwing on some shorts and a t-shirt, you headed downstairs. Already brainstorming ideas for breakfast, wondering what Bucky likes?

James. Where to even start.

You figured out pretty soon after meeting him that he was reserved. Kept to himself, would rather sit in the corner of the room while everyone else talked.

You giggled to yourself, thinking of him like a bear. He was a big burley man— like a bear. He could eat an entire fridge— like a bear. He was a total grump… but with that you could see the fuzzy side of him locked away— like a bear. Well, kinda.

You only noticed his fuzzy side from last night, helping you to bed— which was a little blurry amongst you being exhausted. But overall, you could tell he was being gentle with you. He could’ve easily just thrown you on the bed and called it a night, but he didn’t. He made sure you were okay— comfy.

The thought of him caring about you, even in the slightest— had your heart beating rapidly. Your stomach fluttering with sudden nerves.

Before you could finish your thought, you bumped right into a slick chest. Wait— slick?

Stepping back, your mouth hung open. Your eyes betraying you as they scanned up and down the view in front of you.

Bucky had just ended a workout it seemed, and was standing in front of you with his shirt off— exposing his thick, toned muscles. His body shined with sweat, and you could hear his slight heavy breathing.

All of a sudden you were just barely closing your legs together tight. You were only human— and the sight of him like this had your brain short circuiting.

“Sorry (Y/n).” He apologized, his voice breathy.

You took a deep breath, giving him a smile, but you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks— and you just knew you were red in the face. You looked down, pretending that the floor was suddenly interesting.

“Oh it’s f-fine!” You rushed out, stumbling over your word’s suddenly. “I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

What was wrong with you? You see him shirtless once and suddenly you are a cat in heat— control yourself!

Bucky on the other hand noticed your colored cheeks, smirking to himself at your nervous behavior. He realized he was shirtless, but he didn’t think you’d have much of a reaction.

You snuck another look at his glowing chest, your eyes then noticing the dark metal on his left arm. You furrowed your brows in curiosity, and instinctively leaned closer to investigate.

Bucky watched your eyes lock on his arm, and he couldn’t push down the discomfort the gesture brought. It wasn’t you— no. It was the reminder that he was different, and that no matter what— people would always view him differently.

You glanced up for a second, catching the discomfort in his eyes briefly. You cleared your throat and straightened back up.

“Sorry— I didn’t mean to stare like that! I’ve just never seen something so cool.” You admitted, scratching the back of your neck.

Bucky waved it off, like it was no big deal— because it really wasn’t. For some reason he didn’t mind your curiosity.

“Don’t worry about it.” He brushed it off.

You nodded your head in understanding, but he could tell you had many questions.

“Go ahead.” He rolled his eyes, throwing his towel over his shoulder.

Your eyes sparkled and you focused back on his arm.

“Can you feel things with it?” You asked, knowing it was a dumb question— but with how high tech the arm seemed… you were genuinely curious.

“No, it’s like any prosthetic— just a metal one.” He told you, holding his arm out so you could see it better.

“Since it’s metal— is it heavy?”

“Surprisingly no.” He answered, looking down at his own arm— inspecting the gold designs.

He realized then, he never really took much time to investigate his own arm. He was shocked to notice even tinier details amongst the gold streaks.

“If you walked by a fridge— would the magnets stick onto your arm?” You asked and Bucky squinted his eyes, giving you the look.

“I don’t know— but we aren’t going to test that theory.” He huffed annoyed, although it was hard to keep the act up when he heard your light laughter float through the air.

You were holding a palm over your mouth, in attempt to quiet the giggles— but the tune leaked through the cracks of your fingers. The sweet song dancing around him.

“Sorry, sorry. That was mean! I just wanted to know.” You giggled.

Before you could think about your next move, you stepped forward and held his metal hand in yours— looking closely at the metal.

Bucky knew he couldn’t feel things with his metal prosthetic, so why was he suddenly getting this phantom tingling where his fingers should be.

“So cool.” You whispered to yourself.

Bucky fought down the smile at your reaction to something so simple. Well, simple to him.

He cleared his throat and started to pull his hand away, despite him not really wanting to.

You released it quickly, scratching the back of your neck again in embarrassment. By now, your cheeks were dusted a dark pink.

“Oh… um anyway— I was actually looking for you, trying to decide what to make for breakfast? Any ideas?” You asked him.

Bucky waved you off again.

“That’s not necessary, I had…” He only had a single cup of coffee this morning. “I had something already.”

You nodded in understanding, but felt disappointed that you weren’t going to be able to make him something. Providing him with food made you feel needed— even if it was breakfast here and there.

“Oh okay. I guess I’ll just make something for myself then. I was thinking later I could go shopping for some things, wanted to do some baking!” You announced happily.

Meanwhile, Bucky tensed up. Remembering Pierces words of advice to keep you home as much as possible. The threat to your life still looming over your head.

He’d come up with something— something to distract you from going out. Although, the sensible side of him wanted to tell you the truth. Out of everyone— you deserved to know.

“Uh, (Y/n)?” He started, not sure if he should tell you or not.

You faced him, waiting patiently with a smile.

He felt so guilty all of sudden, keeping something like that from you. But he couldn’t go against Pierce’s wishes. He was your Father— despite being an odd one that is.

“Uh… Maybe we could get to know each other better later?” It was the only thing he could think of in the moment, something that would keep you from going out.

Again, he felt the guilt seeping throughout him when he saw your eyes widen in pure joy.

“Yeah of course! I wou— that would be great!” You rushed out, completely forgetting about baking.

You wanted to unlock all his secrets, not because you wanted to pry— no. It was because he was so mysterious, his presence alone made you want to know more about him. You could also see that he was a good man, and you already trusted him. Why wouldn’t you want to know more? That was the only reason— yeah.

You sent him another smile, one that had the corner of your eyes crinkling— and you headed towards the kitchen. He couldn’t ignore the way you were almost skipping.

Yeah— he felt like shit.

~

You had made and eaten breakfast, heading towards the library first thing after.

You had previously been reading lots of Thrillers— the suspense always being one of your favorites. The way you could flip the page, on the edge of your seat— anxiously awaiting what was next. There were so many books where the pages seem slightly crumpled, from the many times you were so eager reading— you squeezed the pages from excitement.

Although, things started to shift since a couple days ago. I guess, things started to shift since Bucky became your bodyguard.

It wasn’t an immediate shift— no. It was a slow change, as before— there was no tension in the air. Well, of course because you were by yourself. Now, the air seemed thick— growing thicker as each day passed. But it wasn’t necessarily an uncomfortable tension, rather one the you felt drawn to.

The change had you ditching your suspense filled books— and replacing them with romance instead.

It wasn’t a genre you shied away from. In fact, you had read quite a selection of them— yet none had stuck with you.

Something in the air brought you to the romance section of the library, and you were shocked to find yourself glued to your spot— your eyes searching the rows of books.

~

Bucky was checking the windows of the house when he heard the sound of faint knocking coming from the front door.

He furrowed his brows, wanting to believe that is was Steve stopping by again. But he couldn’t keep the fearful thought away— that it might be your stalker. The perimeter was guarded, making it impossible for someone unknown to approach the house. But this stalker seemed to of gotten past them already, leaving pictures and notes scattered.

His hands clenched into fists, his shoulder tense. This was another reason why he wanted you to be aware of your stalker— so you could be prepared. He wanted you to know a backup plan, know a place to hide while he took care of them. Right now, you were clueless about the threat towards you. It only caused him to be more stressed, needing to talk with Pierce immediately.

He walked to the door, glancing through the frosted glass— he didn’t see any silhouettes of anyone. Giving one last look, he opened the door and was relived to find the front porch empty.

Although, the relief was short lived. As he looked down near the mat— he found a box. It was white with red ribbon tied around it.

He felt a presence suddenly and glanced up in alert, but relaxed instantly when he saw Steve approaching.

“Hey Buck, you alright?” Steve asked, walking up the front steps.

Bucky ignored Steve’s perfect timing and assumed he had men watching the front door at all times— but if that was the case… then why hadn’t they seen who dropped this off?

“Yeah— just found this.” He pointed to the box, which Steve immediately got triggered by.

“Where did tha— Buck. When did this get here?” Steve asked, grabbing his walkie.

“Just now— I heard a knock and when I opened the door there was no one here. Just this box.” He explained, looking at the box— curious.

“Okay. I’m going to take this and get it off her property— in case it’s a bomb.” Steve told him, which had Bucky widening his eyes in concern.

“Jesus— okay. Be careful.” Bucky huffed, feeling more stressed.

Steve put his walkie away, giving Bucky a nod before grabbing the box carefully, walking it away from the house in a haste.

Bucky ran a hand through his hair, walking back in the house and securing all the locks again. A part of him wanted to know what was in the box— but another part of him was scared to find out what was inside.

His mind was cruel and had him imagining the most vile things, he hoped that whatever was inside— wasn’t what he was thinking.

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Tis The Season

Eight: Music

Jegulus smut with maybe... some plot? Sirius doesn't know (just like if you know me irl? you dont) about jegulus at all... anyway, there's a reason James always has his music on too loudly

“Turn the music down, James!”

The brunette heard his best friend's yell echo from across the hall but he wasn't listening. He was also one hundred percent sure that Sirius would rather hear the possibly too loud bass of his music than the noises his little brother was making.

“Sh-shit, Jamie, fuck,” Reg managed the words between gasped moans, nails digging into the older boy’s back.

He cursed, “that's it, baby, you're so fucking perfect.”

The younger whimpered, arching into him further and throwing his head back, exposing that beautiful neck. That neck he knew he wasn't meant to mark. But it was right there. It was taunting him. Regulus let out a gasped moan when his boyfriend started sucking and biting at his neck. He would've said something, that it was a bad idea maybe, if he wasn't slowly going insane with bliss. A slightly louder moan tore free from him, almost animalistic, when James reached between them to rub circles against his clit, slowly, faster, faster, fuck.

“So good for me, angel.” James grunted at the nails scratching down his back, his hips stuttering slightly, “I'm so close, fuck.”

“Jamie, merde.”

The brunette moaned into his neck, against the skin he'd probably bruised by now, cursing as his boyfriend came, clenching around him. His hips lost their rhythm as he came, pressing fleeting kisses against Reg's neck and shoulders and collar bones as he slowly lowered himself to lie on top of him.

Regulus let out a soft huff as the older man's weight pressed into him and reached up to card his fingers through his hair gently, “hi sweetheart.”

He smiled and reached over for the remote for the stereo, turning down the music and pressing a kiss to the other's temple, “you need to find a way to be quieter, angel.”

“We've music and you like it when I'm loud.”

“Sirius yelled for me to turn it down, he'll catch on at some point.”

“That's his problem, not mine.”

James laughed softly, “it'll be your problem when your boyfriend is hung drawn and quartered, my love.”

“He wouldn't hurt my boyfriend!”

“I mean in his defence, he has no idea-”

“...Stop making excellent points.” He kissed his nose and tugged on his hair gently, “I liked the new mixed tape.”

“I thought you would.”

Reg smiled, about to reply and ask when he'd made it, but a holler came up the steps again. Followed by impatient stomping on stairs.

“James! You arse! It's your bloody turn to cook dinner! What the fuck are you doing in here?” The handle of his room twisted but the door remained closed, the brunette muffling his laugh in his boyfriend's neck. “Why the fucking hell is your door locked? Prongs! Come and make dinner you arse!”

“Go.” The younger whispered it into his hair, shushing the protest he knew was coming, “I'm fine, my love, I'm great actually. I'll be even better if my brother doesn't come barging in here. Go on.”

“Prongs!”

“Coming, I'm coming! Chill, Pads.” He pulled away reluctantly and kissed the figure smiling under him before rolling out of the bed and tugging on his boxers and joggers. He chuckled softly when his boyfriend lobbed his tee at him, lowering his voice to a whisper, “what's this for?”

Regulus grinned and tugged the duvet over himself, “you've scratches.”

“You're such a cat.”

“And you're such a stag, now shoo.”

The older boy scoffed and tugged on the tee before slipping out of his door, making sure it closed behind him before his best mate could look in, “you're very impatient, Pads.”

Sirius scanned him curiously, but merely shrugged and started walking downstairs, “what were you even doing? You're all flushed.”

“Pull-ups, sorry about the music, didn't realise how loud it was when I was in the moment.”

“It's alright, you're lucky Reggie doesn't mind that kind of music.”

“Yeah, really lucky.” He smiled to himself and clapped his mate on the back, “right, what d'you want for dinner?

***

“Reg!!! It's dinner!”

Regulus groaned at his brother's holler and rolled out of the bed he'd buried himself back into after his quick shower. He grabbed his shirt from the side and cursed under his breath at the state of it. They'd maybe been a little frantic to get the clothes off earlier.

“Regulus!”

“I'm coming you grumpy old dog!” He called back, reaching into his boyfriend's wardrobe for one of his tees which fell just above his knees, foregoing his boxers and trousers because… making said boyfriend suffer was awfully good fun.

James looked up as the younger boy walked into the lounge and almost choked. He also almost dragged him back up to his room. He was starving, but the plate in front of him had never looked so unappetising.

“Finally! What took you so long, étoile?”

He shrugged and settled into his spot, the one between James and the arm of the sofa. Which he honestly had made his, before he actually knew where the man who would become his boyfriend sat. He could feel the probably-not-subtle eyes running over him and smiled, “dinner looks good.”

His brother nodded and flopped into the armchair near them, picking up the remote, “I love mum and dad but I might love eating in front of the tv more.”

Regulus nodded and forced a shiver, tugging the blanket over himself and the brunette, “me too. It's far more relaxed.”

His boyfriend grinned at him and moved his hand to his inner thigh, brushing against where he'd expected to find boxers and stifling a groan by stuffing a mouthful of pasta into his mouth. He glanced at his best friend whose attention was affixed to the screen and dipped his hand between his thighs, brushing lightly against his clit.

“Oh, Reggie, Pandora called.”

He raised an eyebrow at his brother, ignoring the teasing touches as best as he could, “she did?”

“Yeah, asked about going to the city centre tomorrow, the library. I said you'd call if you couldn't go but otherwise meet her there at eleven.”

James waited for the moment his boyfriend opened his mouth to pinch his clit, just hard enough to elicit a sharp inhale.

“Oh, yeah, that's great. I'll definitely g-” he forced back a moan as a finger slipped into him, curling up to brush his gspot, “go-oh.”

Sirius glanced over at the stuttered word and furrowed his brows, “you okay, Reggie?”

“Yeah, yea-” he clenched his jaw when his boyfriend repeated the motion and had a sip of his water, smiling sheepishly at his brother, “hiccups, sorry.”

He shrugged and turned back to the tv. James waited a moment to ensure he wasn't going to turn back around and pushed a second finger into him, curling and stroking until he was fairly certain the it other's teeth were grinding together. He leaned over slightly, whispering against the shell of his ear, “so pretty and desperate for me, angel. In my shirt and nothing else. Practically begging me to fuck you, hm?”

Reg let out a quiet whimper, making sure his voice was just as quiet when he replied, “is this you - fuck - teaching me to be quiet?”

“Mm. You're doing so well, baby.”

“Fuck, Jamie, please.”

The brunette smirked and rubbed his thumb against his clit, moving his fingers just too slowly, “if you're quiet you can come whenever you want, angel.”

He bucked his hips into the contact slightly before nodding, biting his lip hard enough to draw the faintest blood to hold back a moan when his boyfriend sped up. His shoulders slumped into the sofa behind him as he focused on being quiet, only a quiet gasp leaving him when he came, head thrown back slightly, back arched up the tiniest amount.

James drew his hand back and waited until his boyfriend was looking at him to suck his fingers clean. He smirked at the almost silent whimper, mouthing ‘good boy’ and watching the younger boy crumble on the spot.

They were going to need louder music.

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What The Sequel(s) to X-Men: Days of Future Past Should Have Looked Like

I haven’t even seen X-Men: Apocalypse or X-Men: Dark Phoenix start to finish but thanks to this app i know practically the entire plots of both films and i’m just so utterly appalled by them. Not just with the way they mess up the timeline (Jean & Scott as teenagers and Warren as a young adult in 1983?? Excuse me?? No way Logan’s time shenanigans altered people’s birth dates, what??) But also with the way they just butcher every character arc - Charles being selfish? Erik settling down with a human instead of continuing to fight for his cause and make up for his 10 years of inactivity? Giving Erik an OC daughter JUST to kill her 2 seconds later rather than focus on his fatherhood story with Peter? Erik and Ororo siding with Apocalypse to destroy the whole world? Hank turning on Charles when he alone stood by Charles post-beach divorce all those years? Raven being ungrateful to Charles for creating a better world for mutants? Trying to convince us that Charles was somehow in love with Moira and Erik was somehow in love with Raven? The X-Men throwing Charles out of his own house?? WHAT IS THIS?????

Frankly I don’t get why the writers tried (and failed) to give us more Jean and Scott and Ororo when we got plenty of them in the other movies and we know thanks to the end of X-Men: Days of Future Past that Charles will still eventually recruit them. Jean and Scott’s very presence at the end of that film shows that the sight of Logan’s memories of Jean’s original fate prompted Charles to NOT repeat his other self’s mistakes and instead use a better approach to help Jean that enabled her to keep the Phoenix under control and not hurt Scott. That’s all we need to know about them in the new timeline. We don’t need to see Charles messing up yet again when it comes to Jean when that ruins a huge layer of the meaning and impact of DOFP’s ending.

James McAvoy himself pointed out how unnecessary it felt to recycle characters from the original trilogy when the X-Men in the comics are full of plenty of other characters that could’ve been introduced in a DOFP sequel instead. He’s absolutely right.

But here’s what I really think: if any sequels to DOFP just HAD to be made, they shouldn’t have tried to stuff in even more characters. If they HAD to include another old character we’d seen before, it should’ve been Kurt Wagner and Kurt Wagner only. Why? Because he’s Raven & Azazel’s son. And this would only add to the parenthood theme already present through Erik & Peter, and Charles & his students; add a new dimension to Raven as a character as we explore how she feels about being a mother, and what happened that caused her to be separated from her child; and add a new dimension to Hank as we explore how he feels about potentially being a parental figure to Kurt as a result of following his heart toward Raven.

The sequel(s) should’ve focused on developing the relationships that actually had been established/hinted at, and those that would naturally branch as a result:

Erik & Peter as father and son

Raven & Kurt as mother and son

Charles’ parental relationship with his young students

Charles & Erik getting back together

Hank & Raven getting back together

Hank dealing with being Kurt’s possible stepfather

Charles & Raven reconciling as siblings once again

Charles & Peter as stepfather and stepson

Charles & Kurt as uncle and nephew

Alex seeing all of this and being reminded of his bad relationship with his own parents that led him to get locked up before Charles and Erik found him, emphasizing Charles’ place in his life as his true “father,” and foreshadowing Scott by revealing he’s not in touch with his family (meaning he doesn’t know he has a much-younger brother)

Erik bonding with Kurt and making Kurt comfortable through being the only other native German speaker in the group

Erik & Hank dealing with their rocky post-DOFP relationship; Hank giving Erik a proper calling out for sending Charles into such a depression for a decade and for trying to kill Raven

Erik bonding with Charles’ other students and slowly realizing there is a place for him at the school

(Logan may or may not work as a character in such a sequel. But whether he has a big or small role, it must be acknowledged that Raven, not Stryker, saved him from the Potomac at the end of DOFP. So now he is on a different path, and is NOT Weapon X. Either he’s still at the mansion or went his own way with the open possibility of returning; I think the latter makes more sense since he’s such a loner and considering he wouldn’t remember the events of DOFP, he’d be pretty overwhelmed. Plus his explained absence would allow space for the film(s) to focus more on the other characters.)

Regardless, any villain(s) of those hypothetical sequels should’ve been the kind of antagonist(s) whose threat inevitably brought those aforementioned characters together and, in the process, fleshed out those relationships.

Also, no stupid 10-year time jumps between every movie. Keep it to 5-7 years after DOFP, at the most.

Think of the emotional impact that would bring:

Charles & Raven dealing with the fact that she chose not to come to him for help when she became pregnant

Hank & Raven discussing Raven’s history with Azazel and both of them admitting they went to great lengths to try to get over each other but nothing worked

Raven exploring motherhood and her feelings about either having abandoned Kurt as a baby or accidentally losing him, and Hank supporting her in this

Erik exploring his newfound fatherhood, and Charles supporting him in this

Peter’s feelings toward his dad for being absent from his life for so long and also for being a terrorist

Kurt’s feelings toward his mom for being absent for so long, and possibly for intentionally leaving him

Peter & Kurt becoming besties and bonding over being super-fast travelers who have spent too many years not knowing one or both parents

Hank wishing things had been different with Raven and that Kurt could’ve been his son and thinking about stepping into a stepfather role for Kurt

Erik & Peter perhaps getting stranded/separated from the rest of the group and forced to bond while trying to find their way back

Erik saving Peter’s life in battle, cementing their new bond

Hank fully embracing his Beast form (mutant and proud) in battle while protecting Raven and Kurt

Raven, Hank & Kurt as a badass blue family

Erik finally deflecting a bullet successfully to save Charles

Charles & Erik fighting side by side once again and realizing they’re better together than apart

Erik & Hank managing to find some common ground as they both have been unexpectedly thrown into fatherhood (see, no need for female fridging!)

Erik coming up with Quicksilver as Peter’s superhero name, at least getting the chance to name his son in this way

Basically the whole group becoming a big family

Perhaps closing with a flash forward a few years: Erik & Raven are now teachers at the school; young Scott arrives at the school and meets Alex for the first time; Charles & Erik hear about young Jean and head out to meet her; Hank & Raven manage to discover Logan’s location and head out to bring him back to the mansion - tying into the finale of DOFP

Those are just a few things that could’ve, and should’ve, been prioritized in a sequel to DOFP.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 14 - Rejection

@jegulus-microfic July 14, Word count 577

“Hey, Evans, go out with me!” 

“No!”

“Hey Lily, date me!”

“Not a chance!”

“Oi, Evans, you me Hogsmeade!”

“I would rather befriend a venomous tentacula!”

James was well acquainted with rejection. It was almost a daily occurrence at that point. He’d been asking Lily Evans out for years. He didn’t know what he’d do if she said yes. He just asked now because he always had. 

After the latest rejection, he wandered out into the courtyard, alone. He lay on one of the stone walls around the fountain and let the early summer sun warm him. 

It was quiet in the courtyard, all the other students were either in lessons or studying for their exams. He began to drift off and was woken by a set of footsteps entering the courtyard. The footsteps paused, and he heard the sound of shoes spinning on the stone slabs. He cracked open an eye and saw Regulus Black exiting the area. 

“Hey, Regulus, you can stay,” He watched as Regulus’s back and shoulders tensed. “I can go if you want to be out here alone,” He added. He’d tried so hard to get Regulus to like him the first two years he was at Hogwarts, but he’d finally given up when he couldn’t even entice a smile out of the boy. Regulus huffed but came back over to where he was lying. James sat up and made room for him. 

They sat in silence. James watched Regulus out of the side of his eye as Regulus tipped his face up enjoying the sun and breeze. He, of course, knew how alike the brothers looked, but this close to him, he could see the differences. Regulus had the Black family's high cheekbones and angular jaw, but it was softer than Sirius’s. His eyebrows were a slightly darker shade than his brothers and his curls had more of a wave to them. 

“Stop staring at me, Potter,” Regulus grumbled. James quickly pulled his eyes from Regulus. He couldn’t figure out how Regulus knew he was watching him, as he hadn’t opened his eyes at all. Regulus rolled his shoulders and stood up. He nodded at James and walked back to the castle door. James realised he didn’t want him to leave. He gave into the impulse and opened his mouth. 

“Hey, Regulus, wanna go on a date?” He was fully prepared for a rejection. Regulus turned his head and looked him up and down. His head tilted to the side. 

“What have you got in mind?” He asked. James’s mouth went dry. This had never happened before. Lily had never asked him what the date would entail. He quickly racked his brain for something they could do that Regulus would enjoy. 

“Quidditch pitch? We could run some drills, I could watch you run rings around me. We could toss a quaffle around?” He winced, it was a lame idea, Regulus Black would expect far more. 

“Tomorrow evening after dinner?” Regulus said to him. He was in total shock. Was this actually happening?

“Yeah, sure, see you then,” He stammered. Regulus opened the door, he paused before he fully left. 

“Oh and Potter, I won’t be going easy on you, so you’d better be on your game,” He left James slightly bewildered, but for the first time he hadn’t been rejected. He rushed upstairs to make sure his quidditch uniform was clean and to polish his broom ready for his date tomorrow. 

Next part

[imsonormalipromise]

Thoughts about El's understanding of homophobia and how it can be presented

Basically I was thinking about whether El knows what homophobia is or not (obviously she wouldn't be homophobic). Because she grew up away from society and had very little interaction with others, and unless Papa and the others taught her it, I don't think she knows? And from what we've seen, I don't think there's anything to suggest she was taught it.

And while she was present when Troy and James were making homophobic comments about Will to Mike at the gym, again I don't think she understood what they were talking about, just that they were bullies and "mouth breathers".

And so this led me to think about how El would react to either Mike or Will coming out to her or just talking about it. If she doesn't know about homophobia or doesn't understand/realise why it exists, it can give the audience a rather simple view of how stupid and nonsensical homophobia really is, if that make sense.

For example, Mike could talk to El, apologising to her and expressing how "disgusting" or "wrong" he feels or something for loving Will instead of her, but for El to express genuine confusion as to why he feels that way. For her to ask why he feels wrong for loving someone, and why it's any different for a boy to love a boy, or a girl to love a girl. Because at the end of the day, homophobia really is so stupid, and it's so easy to see it when you've never come across it or grown up with that prejudiced societal view before.

I used Mike as the example here because while I would not be opposed at all if Will were to come out to El, I do think he'd come out to Jonathan before, and I do want to see Mike and El talk (platonic Elmike save me). I want Mike to tell her that he does love her and that he does care about her, but not in the way he's "supposed to", in the way that boys are supposed to love girls. And for El to also say the same (as I also think she's not in love with Mike). I want them to realise that it's better for them not to be together like that, and that it's okay for them to change and figure who they are and who they want to be, emphasising the core message that it's okay to be different, in whatever way that is.

I'd really like to see different perspectives of how people view and disagree with homophobia. Having someone like Jonathan, who knows what homophobia is and disagrees with it and is accepting, is awesome! But also seeing another perspective from someone like El, who's never even heard of it and who provides a very simple but insightful view of it, would also be very impactful.

[moonstruckme]

He would never take those bracelets off 😭 now I kinda want a fic of counselor James and counselor reader how cute

Hi, I've lowkey been hoarding this for months because I wanted to wait until I felt summery enough, thank you for requesting!!

camp counselor!James x fem!reader ♡ 693 words

“Land ho, boys!” A familiar voice reaches you over the water. Your eyes are closed towards the sun, but you feel your lips twitch upward. “Thomas, if you don’t help Callum paddle you’ll fall behind, and the last one to shore has to buy me a popsicle after dinner. Hey, look, we’ve got a mermaid on our beach!” 

You turn your head to the side, squinting your eyes to see James and his cabin of boys paddling toward you in kayaks over the lake. You lift your hand in a lazy wave. 

“Oh, false alarm, it’s just y/n. Hi, y/n!” He raises an arm to wave back at you, wrist stacked with string bracelets made with care by small hands.

You swear he’s got more from your own campers than you have, but you don’t mind; James is a hero to most of the kids, the goofy gentle giant who lets them ride on his shoulders when your manager isn’t looking and deals temporary tattoos out of his cabin during mealtimes.

“Careful, Archie, mate, if she catches you rocking your kayak like that she’s going to hang you from the lifeguard stand by your toes.” The boys laugh, and James protests, “No, really! I’ve seen her do it, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

You roll your eyes and close them again, turning your face back towards the sky. It’s not until you hear the shushing of kayaks against the coarse sand and a shadow falls over you that you say, without opening your eyes, “Spreading rumors about me again?” 

“They know better than to take me seriously.”

James’ shadow moves as he sits beside you on the sand, and you turn your head again to see him. He’s looking over his shoulder at the boys, the lean muscles of his abdomen stretching and dusky skin shining with sweat in the afternoon sun.

“Hey, whoever puts my kayak and paddle up, I’ll buy them a popsicle after dinner.” Shouts and bickering ensue, and James turns back around with a smile. “Where are your kids?” he asks you. 

“In arts and crafts,” you say. “Figured I’d catch a nap while they were busy.” 

He hums, setting his hands on the warm sand behind him and leaning back. “So you didn’t just come here to see how fit I looked dragging a paddle through the water?” 

You know James is only playing, but embarrassment tingles down to your toes anyway. “Not this time, sorry.” 

“Mm, don’t believe you.” He shoots you a grin, and you look away under the guise of rolling your eyes. That thing is more glaring than the sun. “You coming to the bonfire tonight?” 

“Don’t we have to?” you ask. It’s the last night of this session, and camp always closes out with a bonfire and s’mores for the kids. 

“I mean the other bonfire.” At your blank look, James continues, looking rather too pleased to know something you don’t, “After the kids’ bonfire, when they’re all watching a movie in the cafeteria, some of the counselors are planning to go out into the woods and have a grown-ups’ bonfire.” 

You giggle. “Grown-ups? What are we, twelve?”

James bobs his head. “And we’re gonna have s’mores, and tell ghost stories, and maybe play truth or dare,” he says in an exaggeratedly animated tone. “It’s gonna be super cool.” 

“It sounds super cool,” you agree, laughing. “I’ll be there.” 

“Excellent.” James casts a look over his shoulder and starts standing up. “I should get back to my kids before they injure each other.” 

You check the time and sigh. “Yeah, me too.” 

“Want a hand?” 

You reach up and James takes your hands in his, hauling you upright. Your head lightens once you’re vertical, a combination of your sun-warmed skin and James’ touch making you woozy. 

“See you later?” he asks, releasing your hands and starting to back away as the shouting behind him grows more boisterous. “I’ll come find you in the cafeteria, we can walk together.” 

“That’d be great, thanks.” You start walking away, too, ignoring the pleasant buzzing in your chest. “I wouldn’t miss it.” 

[persephone-writes]

A Diviner's Guide to James Potter

Chapter Twenty-One: Severus' Story

James Potter x Fem!Gryffindor!Reader

Chapter Twenty - Chapter Twenty-Two ☆ Series Masterlist

Description: It seems as though the past always has a way of catching up with you (and everyone else around you), even if Quattlebaum has hopes for your future.

Word Count: 6.4k

“Remember, this will be on your preliminary exam, though I am sure all of you will prove to be fine Diviner’s,” Quattlebaum said, strolling back and forth in front of the fish bowl sitting on his desk. It seemed to swim along with him, following him left to right. “By the middle of June, you should have a fair idea if your Ichthyomancy predictions are, in fact, predications…I invite you to focus on such during these coming weeks, allowing your minds to open to all possibilities.”

“I better be rich, then,” Peter muttered under his breath. 

Quattlebaum did not seem to notice, lost in his own musings. “Although your initial interpretations may be wrong, I am always open to meeting with you to discuss a reassessment.” He met your eyes, flickering under the candlelight. Quickly, he looked away, humming when a student raised their hand. 

“Will meeting with you increase our grade?”

He laughed a bit, his hands clasped behind his back. “No, though it will provide you with the satisfaction of perfecting your craft.”

A few of your peers let out grumbles of displeasure, though like before, Quattlebaum paid them no mind. 

“Additionally,” he began again, “I would like you, over the course of this week, to observe your dreams in relation to the weather patterns. I have a feeling you may be surprised at what you find.”

Just as he finished speaking the bell tower rang, you and Peter packing your things and climbing down the tiered platforms to leave. Before you could go, Quattlebaum said your name, a small smile on his face. 

You looked to Peter, letting him know he should leave for Transfiguration without you. Looking rather sorry for you, he warily went down the ladder with the rest of the class, leaving you alone.  

“I’ve been meaning to speak with you, though you’ve been rather occupied,” said Quattlebaum once everyone had left.

You swallowed, watching as he settled into his chair, pouring himself a cup of tea from a porcelain pot, decorated with the symbols of the planets. “Have I done something wrong, Professor?”

“No, no,” he said, offering you a reassuring smile. “Not in the slightest. Please, sit.”

He motioned to the chair across the desk, the one you had sat in when he read your Tarot. Hesitantly, you went over, throwing your bag down beside you. 

“Miss Trelawney has been pestering me, though that is not why I wanted to speak with you. Though, I have noticed the healthy change in your aura…it has settled since last week, though no less jubilant,” he chuckled, pouring another cup before pushing it across the desk towards you. 

You thanked him as you took a sip, light and flowery on your tongue. 

“It is a white tea,” he said, setting his down, “with jasmine and rose. Do you like it?”

“Yes,” you said, wondering if it was better to speak your mind or stay silent. You remembered your last meeting, deciding on the latter. “I assume you didn’t keep me back to discuss tea, though.”

He laughed again, “No, I did not. You’re sharp, Miss L/N. Very bright, indeed.”

If figuring that out made you bright, you didn’t know what could make you dense. You looked down into your cup, though there were no leaves to settle at the bottom. 

“I’m not here for a reading, either,” you said, looking back up. 

“I do not give formal readings of any kind without permission,” he said, his voice lower than before, more serious in tone. “However, I cannot help doing so by accident, as it happens. I imagine that you do the same.”

You shook your head. “I don’t have the sight, sir.”

He looked at you curiously, his eyes twinkling as his lips turned up, only in their corners. “Are you quite sure?”

“Positive,” you said, your mouth gone dry. You took another sip of your tea, holding it in your mouth a moment longer than usual. 

“Tell me,” he said, back to his normal buoyancy, “how are your independent astrological studies coming along? I admit, they have been on my mind since you last came to visit.”

“Oh,” you said, running a finger along the lip of the cup, “fine, thank you.”

“Just fine?” he asked, his question like a little hammer and chisel, slowly chipping away your sturdy wall of secrecy. 

You nodded, perhaps too much to be believable. “I’ve had to put it on the back burner, focus more on studying for the N.E.W.T.s. I’ll take it back up again once the school year is over.”

“Once you’ve graduated,” he corrected, his expression particularly winsome. He smiled at you as if genuinely proud, as if you were his kin. “Do you have any plans for after graduation?”

Yes, you wanted to say, I have an appointment for tea with the Longbottoms. 

“No,” you said instead, “nothing in particular. Get a job, I suppose.”

“Oh, employment can wait. You’ll have all your life for that,” he said with a soft laugh, taking another sip. “When I finished my time at Hogwarts, or so I thought, I hopped around the continent with a few galleons and a crystal ball to my name. Such is the way of youth! I found myself back on its doorsteps when Professor Dumbledore contacted me in Bern to inform me that the position of Divination Professor had opened and I was their first choice. I was far more flamboyant then, perhaps a bit unappealing to my more enthusiastic students,” he seemed to find great joy in reliving the memory, his tea nearing spilling from the cup. 

“I’m not sure my parents would agree,” you chuckled.

“They must be proud,” Quattlebaum said, genial in a way you had never seen from him before. “Do not fret, I am sure you will find your way. It is rare we do not, in the end.”

You nodded, glancing down at your watch in the most subtle way you could. You only had a few minutes before Transfiguration. Even if you left now, you’d be still be tardy. 

“Yes, I nearly forgot you had other classes,” he said, noticing your distraction. 

“I apologize, sir. I’m sure Professor McGonagall will understand if you need to keep me longer.”

“Nonsense,” he said, waving his hand. A piece of parchment flew in front of him, followed by a quill from one of the student tables. One of his desk drawers opened, an inkwell shooting out and onto his desk, the cap unscrewing and falling beside it. “I will let you go, though let me write you a slip. I’d hate for you to earn a detention due to my error.”

“Thank you, Professor,” you said, picking up your bag as you stood. He handed you the parchment, following you to the hatch. “Thank you for the tea, as well.”

“You’re welcome, Miss L/N,” he said, watching as you climbed down. Once you were at the bottom, he went to close the hatch, saying one last thing before he did, “Until Wednesday.”

You offered him a nod before spinning around to hurry down the steps, hoping McGonagall would show you some much needed leniency. 

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Mary furrowed her brows, leaning closer to the parchment as she read it, “Describe the Pipwinkle, or Van Allen, radiation belt.”

“Energetic charged particles captured by a planet's magnetosphere. Muggle James Van Allen discovered them in the late fifties, but wizard astronomer Nahla Pipwinkle discovered them in eighteen twenty-one,” you said, your hand unconsciously rubbing at your jaw. 

Dorcas snorted, shaking her head without looking up from her textbooks. Out of all the subjects, she always found Astronomy to be the most confusing. 

“Okay,” Mary began, “what’s a type 1-A supernova?”

“A supernova that occurs in binary systems, next,” you answered proudly, leaning back in your chair. 

Mary pressed her lips. “It says more here…”

You groaned, your head tipping back. “Uh, it can only happen when one of the stars is a white dwarf.”

Lily grinned at you from the other side of the table, forgetting her own schoolwork. “Very good!”

“You don’t even know any of this stuff,” you said, sitting up straight again. “I could be wrong every time and you’d have no idea.”

“I still think you’re going to do great,” she said, her smile still as sweet as pie. 

“Thanks, Lils,” you chuckled, turning away so you wouldn’t have to look at her any longer. These days it was only getting harder and harder to face her, to acknowledge her kindness. 

It was Thursday, meaning it was going on two weeks since you and James kissed, a week since he told you the details of his and Lily’s breakup. You were becoming obsessive, thinking about the timeline more often than it was healthy. At every point you had a memory to attach, a feeling to feel again, all laced with your crimes-against-friendship. 

It was the middle of May fifth year when Marlene came running into the common room, telling you Lily had agreed to go on a date with James. You were mostly surprised and slightly confused, thinking she’d go mad having to spend an entire day with him, dumping him as soon as they got back to the castle. That hadn’t occurred. Rather, Lily came up to the room with an unusual look in her eyes, vaguely dreamy and a bit puzzled. Marlene had questioned her endlessly, begging for details, though Lily had stayed tight-lipped. Over the next few days you all realized it was becoming more than James Potter, the annoying guy who pestered your friend, finally getting a single, solitary date. It was more than that, it was the beginning of something far more permanent. You could still remember the letter you had gotten from Lily at the end of July, which at the time had made you incredibly happy for her. 

We’ve been writing to each other almost every other day. When I didn’t send him back something for a few days (when I was in Cornall visiting my aunt), he sent almost three letters a day. My father was livid when he tried to open the front door and hit the pile. I think it’s sweet, though. 

When you came back to school they were inseparable, or rather James was inseparable from Lily. After a while it began to wear on her, but during September and October she allowed it without complaint. Whenever you and she went to the Library, James was by her side. He walked her to classes he didn’t take, begged her to follow him to quidditch, hung out with her by the fire every single night. Remus, Sirius, and Peter were necessary add-ons to the growing list of regulars, their idiosyncrasies becoming nothing more than ordinary. At some point you shuffled around your spots in the Great Hall to combine into what Sirius called “A supergroup, y’know, like Zeppelin?” By the end of term it was too far gone to reverse. You were all friends whether you liked it or not, and for the most part, you did. 

“Oh, aren’t they so sweet?” Lily said, sarcastic as ever. 

Dorcas, James, Sirius and Peter were over by the radio in the common room, screaming at the hunk of wires and wood as if it would make a difference in the way the Holyhead Harpies were playing. They all wanted them to lose, though by the sound of it, they were playing well. 

“Get ‘em, you bastard!” Sirius leaned over the table, his hands gripping the side like his life depended on it. 

“No!” Dorcas screamed, slamming her hand onto James’s shoulder in a fit of excitement.

“Ow!”

You couldn’t remember if the Harpies had lost or not, only that you found the display of opposition to be funny and oddly heartwarming. It was November, and only a year prior Dorcas’s quidditch-based friendship with James and Sirius rarely extended past the pitch. There was something gnawing at your chest, however, something beautiful and ugly at the same time. You realized that you were going to miss James over Christmas far more than you should, certainly more than you would Remus, or Sirius, or Peter. You purposefully did not connect this to the way you thought he always seemed more alive than anyone else in the room. Everything he did was like a booming call out to the world in its entirety: I am here and I am living. But no, you told yourself, that is not why you’ll miss him. 

“What is the name of the largest star cluster and what are its attributes?”

Mary’s voice brought you back to life, your eyes snapping away from where they had been gazing at the tapestry of a lion wearing a fez. 

“Godric, Mary, I’m sorry,” you said, checking your wristwatch. “I’ve made you do this for an hour.”

She shrugged. “That's okay, I’m procrastinating doing my DADA homework.”

You chuckled, grabbing your study sheet that was sitting in front of her, “Go do your work.”

“Fine,” she drawled, pulling out her things from her bag. “I really hate DADA, though.”

“Do you hate DADA or Taurisus?” Dorcas said, raising her brows. 

“Both,” said Mary, throwing herself over her parchment with a huff, her head resting on the table. “I think he had a vendetta against me.”

“He doesn’t have a vendetta against you,” Lily said, placing a hand on her shoulder. 

“Yes, he does,” Mary mumbled.  

“You know who doesn’t hate you,” Marlene began, her smile growing. Mary lifted her head, her fringe sticking out in awkward places as she peeked at Marlene. “That guy you’ve been seeing.”

Mary dropped her head again, letting out a long noise of embarrassment. 

You started to laugh, your hand pulling at his jumper where your arms were wound around his neck. James continued to kiss down the side of your face, smiling into your skin. 

“Stop! That tickles!”

He left one last kiss on your cheek before his head popped back up. You made a show of disgust, wiping your face with a grimace. 

“We shouldn’t do this here, you know,” you said, glancing around the passage. It was empty, though there was a chance someone could walk through at any moment. You didn’t think anyone but your little group knew about it, though it was still an unnecessary risk. 

James’s hair was illuminated behind him by a small torch, a halo of curls around his head. You ran a hand over them to smooth them down, though as soon as you pulled away, they went back to the way they were before. 

“I know,” he said, his head tilting as his eyes roamed across your face. “We’ll have to think of some better hiding spots.”

“There's always the boathouse,” you suggested. 

He pondered it for a moment, ultimately shaking his head with a scrunched nose. “The boathouse isn’t very romantic.”

“And the Basil passage is?” 

“Don’t make me feel worse,” he said, a hint of woeful longing passing over his expression, leaving as soon as it arrived. He touched the side of your face, gentle enough to make you shiver. “You deserve better than this.”

“Stop with that,” you chided, giving him a stern look. “I’m the reason we’re here, remember? Merlin knows what we’d be doing if it were up to you.”

He smiled, bright enough to light up the narrow corridor. “I’d borrow Sirius’s guitar and write a really cheesy song and perform it in the common room, and you’d pretend that you hated it, but really you’d find it charm—”

“All right, all right,” you said, your ears burning up at the thought. “You don’t even play the guitar.”

“I’d learn for you,” he said, his hand moving down to your chin, held between his forefinger and thumb. 

Your smile was coy, half hidden as you bit your lip. You couldn’t tell if he was joking or not, though it did sound like something he might do.

“Don’t you have the prefect’s meeting soon?” you asked, if only to move the subject off of his desire to make grand gestures of love. You still felt guilty over suppressing them, even if they’d made you die of embarrassment without the added complication of your relationship being kept secret. You realized this was likely the most bottled-up he’s ever been in his entire life, even worse than before he kissed you. 

“Probably,” he said, not seeming to think the matter of making it on time was all that pressing. 

You pulled back a bit to look at him, his hand falling from your face and onto your shoulder. “You have to be there, you know, given that you’re Head Boy.”

“Lily can hold down the fort till I get there,” he said, his voice dropping. “I’ll deal with her complaining for my girl.” 

“Don’t talk about me in the third person, you weirdo,” you laughed, cut short when he leaned in to kiss you, short and sweet. As soon as he gave you an ounce of leeway you stepped out of his arms, knowing that the longer you stayed, the harder it’d be to leave. “I’ll see you at dinner,” you said, slowly walking backwards to savor the moment just a second longer.

“Don’t wanna come and watch? I can hide you under the cloak,” he said, flashing you his most persuasive, suave smile. 

“Maybe another time, hotshot.” You finally turned to leave, laughing as he called out to you one last time. 

“And I’m all yours!”

In a minute or so you arrived at the portrait of Basil Fronsac, pushing it open just enough to peek into the Grand Staircase. There were a few Ravenclaws chattering on the levels above you, the rest walking below. You jumped out, shutting it behind you as quickly as you could. The passageway was not the most coveted of them, as it only led to the boathouse, though it was agreed upon that you’d all try to keep them as secret as possible. 

As you headed up towards the fourth floor, you nearly missed him lurking on the platform. He was wearing his usual all-black ensemble, his hands hidden within his pockets. You stopped, your nerves alight as you reached into the back of your trousers for your wand, holding it at your side. You glanced across the staircase at the Ravenclaws, though their voices were growing faint as they moved into the third floor corridor, soon out of sight. Below, the other students did not seem to notice your one-sided standoff, going about their own business. 

You stayed standing at the base of the stairs, watching as Severus paced back and forth, muttering something under his breath. You could not make out what he was saying, only knowing that your hand was beginning to quiver, your muscles tensed as you thought about all the routes you could take back to the common room that did not involve passing him. 

No, I’m a Gryffindor.

You took the first step slowly, the others coming easier the closer you got to him. Halfway up he caught you out of the corner of his eye, his head whipping around to look at you. Again, you halted, a small rush of fear washing through you as he continued to stare, frigid like ice whipping your cheek raw. 

Your face hardened, determination replacing your anxiety as you flew up, moving to brush past him at a near jog. 

“Wait!” 

You were a quarter ways up the fifth floor steps, almost to safety, though you still stopped. He didn’t speak, staying where he was as you deliberated with yourself, your hand squeezing the stone railing. Eventually, you turned around, noticing that his hair was tucked behind his ears, revealing an unusual display of emotion in his expression. For once it was not blank, but rather ambivalent, a reluctant knit in his brows. He took his hands from his pockets, his wand nowhere in sight. 

“I’m—” he began, his mouth closing around his next words. 

For a reason even unknown to yourself, his reluctance got under your skin, hitting a nerve that sent a jolt of anger rising through your chest and straight out your mouth. “Spit it out or leave me alone.”

Startled, he pulled back a bit, swallowing as his eyes darted around the large stairwell. They found yours again, hauntingly ordinary. “May I speak to you…someplace else?”

For once, he seemed earnest, enough to replace a fraction of your fear with curiosity. You began to remember him how he used to be, always a bit strange, shrinking back where no one could see. He used to be a boy following Lily with a stack of books, clever and frightened. Now it was you who were frightened of him. For a brief instant you saw him the way Lily must, a friend lost to an unimaginable darkness. 

You nodded, surprising even yourself. He glanced behind him into the corridor, turning back to you with a nervous twitch. 

“There's an empty classroom,” he mumbled, though even from your distance you caught it well enough. 

He didn’t wait for you to walk back down before he left the staircase, leading you through an adjacent corridor. You still held your wand as he opened a small door, poking his head through for a moment before heading inside. He closed it behind you, his pale hands lingered on the doorknob as you took a few steps into the classroom, just to be safe. 

“If I so much as see your wand, I’ll curse you. I don’t care how many detentions they give me,” you said, watching as he took his hand away. 

He gave you a single, curt nod, remaining silent for a beat as his head bent towards the floor. “How’d you find out?” he asked under his breath.

You set your jaw as he lifted his eyes, looking at you through his lashes. When you didn’t give him an answer he gaze drifted away again, as if he couldn’t speak while seeing your face. 

“I wasn’t going to do it.”

You could hear your breath shaking as you wondered what to say. “What do you mean?” 

He walked further into the classroom, his steps short and purposeful. “I wasn’t going to poison you. I was brewing Veritaserum, but I told them it was something else, one of my own,” he paused, turning so you could see his face. “I wasn’t going to give you the Veritaserum, either. I had some Hair-Raising potion to use instead.”

You were getting a little more used to taking in shocking news, though Severus’s story was less than believable. You weren’t sure how to play your cards right, or if you had any cards to begin with. 

“Where were you for those two weeks?” you asked, deciding not to let him know you were doubting his truthfulness. 

“The Ministry.” 

His answer made you run cold, prompting a thousand more questions than you had before. “The Ministry?” 

His eyes darted away, his shoulders slumping beneath his black robes. “They questioned us, all separately. I told them what they needed to know.”

“What they needed to know?” you scoffed. “If you told the truth you’d all be sitting in Azkaban right n—”

“I didn’t lie,” he spat, losing his childlike countenance and returning to his former self. 

You were taken aback, your feet moving forward on their own accord. “What did you tell them?” you demanded, stopping a meter shy of him. 

His lip curled, his thin face dragged down by what seemed to be an immeasurable weight. 

“I told them everything I just told you,” he paused, his eyes darkening like a storm rolling in on the horizon, obscuring the sun. “You’re lucky I was with them. Mulciber would have done it himself if I hadn’t insisted he’d get caught. It would’ve been sloppy, too.”

Your heart dropped, though you kept your face severe and unrevealing, lest he get any clever ideas. “Done what?” 

“I think you can guess,” he whispered, ominous in the air.

You swallowed, watching as his eyes softened again, almost sorry for you. “Why didn’t you do it? I’m sure you must hate me, given who I’m friends with.”

“Lily,” the word fell like gravel, dinging off your imaginary armor. 

“Is that why you’re telling me this?” you asked through a breath of shock. 

He nodded once, his hair falling back into his face. 

You took another step forward, just close enough to see the crease between his brows. “Why did they let you go?”

“Wilkes’s father, I assume,” he said, looking away. If it were anyone else, you’d think he was feeling shame. “The prosecutor said they lacked suitable evidence to retain us any longer.”

“Lack of evidence? We didn’t even testify!” The anger you had thus far kept down was beginning to fester, the thought of the Ministry allowing Mulciber to walk out of their door becoming too much to bear. 

Your eyes shot to Snapes’s arms, concealed under heavy robes. As your will to keep your cool shattered you flew forward, grabbing at his wrists. He tried to pull away, cursing as he struggled against your grip. You pushed up his sleeve before he could get away, though there was nothing marking his pale skin. As you attempted to reach for the other he twisted out of your grasp, sending you stumbling back. 

You saw him reach into his pocket as you steadied yourself, your hand moving faster as you whipped out your own wand, pointing it at his face. 

“Stop!” 

He obeyed, slowly straightening. Both his hands fell back down at his sides, his fingers curling into fists. He looked like a cornered animal, searching for an escape. You didn’t give him one, your heart pounding as you kept your wand forward, your eyes never leaving his face. 

“Show me the other,” you barked, your breath beginning to shake. When he didn’t move, your voice grew even harsher, “Do it!”

His hands unclenched, reaching to push up his other sleeve. He thrust his bare arm in front of you, showing that it bore no mark, just like the other. Still, you kept your wand at the ready, your feet planted into the floor just as James had shown you. 

“Stupid halfwit,” he hissed. “You’ll be dead before you’re twenty.”

You could feel your jaw quiver, closing your mouth as tightly as you could. You tried to remember every spell you had practiced in the RoR, though your mind was going blank. All you could recall was your first and only duel, the feeling of bleeding on the floor of the corridor. 

“And you’ll be the cause?” you asked, low and biting. 

“No.” He straightened his shoulders, almost poised. “You saw, I’m not one of them.”

“But you will be,” you said, your whole body hot with untethered rage. You didn’t care that he didn’t have the mark, that he claimed to have been double crossing Mulciber and his gang. You couldn’t trust him, every word out of his mouth meaning little in the way of fact. “By the summer you’ll be climbing the ranks, you slimy little—”

“I see Potter has rubbed off on you,” he said his name like a curse, his expression contorted with deep seeded hatred. 

You couldn’t speak, swallowing down the last of your sentence. Your throat was growing tight, your eyes burning.

“Who's taken it?” you shouted, though it came out broken, revealing the real meaning of your question. You knew Snape must have caught it, the thought which haunted the nightmares of your friend. Did Regulus have it, or is it not too late?

Snape took a step forward, then another, the sound of his feet light against the floor. He stopped when his chest nearly touched the tip of your wand, though he made no move for his own. His eyes fixed upon yours, cold and unsettling. There was something else behind them, however, something like the ghost of sympathy. 

“Let me go, or soon I will not be so kind.”

“Tell me,” you demanded, though you were quickly losing your confidence. “Has he? Is Regulus one of them?”

“He will be,” he said, strings of hair falling over his eyes, “though he can be persuaded.”

Severus side-stepped you, moving around towards the door. You spun, your wand dropping to your side as you watched him leave, unsure why you were allowing him to get away without a fight. Too many questions still flooding your mind, questions that he could answer, if he was willing. He threw open the door, not looking back as he walked through.

You stared into space for Godric knows how long, your mouth ajar, not knowing what to do. The first thing you thought of was Sirius, the looks he gave his brother in the corridors, watching his black head of hair disappear into the crowd without so much as a second glance, as if they weren’t related. Regulus’s eyes, dark and hollow, seemed blind to his brother, to you, to anyone who Sirius could possibly call a friend. Before you started to hang out with Sirius you barely noticed Regulus, though even you could see the difference in him over the years. These days he could barely hold his shape, a phantom in the company of the living. 

Still, he hadn’t taken the mark. Though it may be little, there was time. 

A switch flicked inside of you, sending you dashing towards the door and down the corridor towards the tower. There was no sign of Snape as you ran up the staircase, brushing past students with half-finished apologies. You were panting by the time you made it to the Fat Lady, saying the password between heavy breaths. 

“Dragon fire.”

“Always in such a rush, you are,” she said, side-eyeing you as she swung open. 

You climbed through and into the common room as fast as you could, skirting to a stop to look around. There was no sign of Sirius anywhere, only Dorcas and Mary at one of the tables near the back, a pile of Sugar Quill and Jelly Slug wrappers in front of them.

“Have you seen Sirius?” you asked as soon as you reached them, completely frenzied. 

They shared a look, Dorcas more intrigued than anything. 

“I think he’s with some girl,” Mary said, turning back to you. “He left about a half an hour ago—”

“Where?” you asked immediately. 

“I don’t know, he never said—”

You spun around to leave, Dorcas interrupting you with a shout of your name. 

“You’ll be scared for life!”

You didn’t respond as you rushed towards the portrait, your heart pounding with every step. As soon as you made it out into the corridor again you crashed into someone, slamming into their chest before tumbling to the floor. Dazed, you looked up to find Lily staring down at you, her textbooks scattered around her. 

“Have you seen Sirius?” you asked frantically, standing up again. 

“Wha— why are you in such a rush?” she stuttered, looking at you as if you had gone mad. 

As time went by you grew more and more agitated, your hands flailing as you spoke, “I just need to talk to him, like, right now. You haven’t seen him?”

She shook her head, too puzzled to adequately answer. 

“I gotta go,” you said, moving to sprint down the corridor. “Sorry about your books!”

You had a few ideas of where he might be, if he really was with a girl. He never took them to a passage or the RoR, nor did he frequent any of the other commonly used snogging spots. Sirius was a creative, after all. 

You took a left towards the Astronomy Tower, though when you walked inside you did not head up the winding staircase to the observation deck, but down towards the small storage room near its base. It housed old telescopes and planetary models, sometimes to be tinkered with by the more zealous Astronomy students. Mostly it remained unvisited by anyone, making you wonder why you and James hadn’t thought of it earlier when you made your rendezvous in the Basil passage. 

The enchanted ceiling twinkled above you, though you had little mind to be captured by its beauty, whipping open the storage room door without listening to hear if you were about to walk in on something that made you want to bleach your eyes. On a positive note, Sirius was inside, though you could hardly speak a single word, the breath taken from your lungs. 

“Y/N!” Marlene gasped, pushing Sirius away. He stumbled back, hitting one of the telescopes and sending it falling to the floor with a loud clunk. 

“You and, you and…?” you were practically incoherent, your thoughts scrambled at the inconceivable notion present before you. 

Sirius crossed his arms, glowering while Marlene stared at you as if you were McGonagall about to give her a month's worth of detentions. 

“When— when did you,” you said, motioning between Marlene and Sirius. 

“Uhh,” she began, her fingers nervously fidgeting with the bottom of her shirt, “only, like, a week-ish.”

“A week…ish,” you repeated, still trying to understand how in the world this possibly could have happened. 

“You’re one to talk,” Sirius scoffed, almost sneering as he finally looked at you. “You can romp around with Prongs like you got hit with Cupid’s fucking arrow, but we can’t have our fun?”

“We are not romping around,” you said, flashing him the same look. “And besides its— wait, you told him?”

Marlene shrunk away a bit, nodding with a pained expression. “Yeah, it sort of came up.”

“When?” you shrieked.

“I don’t know,” she whined, growing animated as she looked between you and him. “He already knew that you fancied him, and it was so nice having someone to complain to when you got all ‘oh, he’s never gonna like me!’ And then when you told me you guys were a thing I was dying because I just wanted to tell someone and…you understand, right?” 

She spoke so quickly as you had trouble following, though you got the gist. You groaned, rubbing your eyes until you saw stars. 

“Whatever, that's the least of my worries,” you said, trying to forget what you had walked into. 

You didn’t have time to unpack the horrors of Marlene snogging Sirius, even if you did want to strangle them. The fact that Marlene made no mention of having any interest in Sirius whatsoever was not lost on you, though you’d just have to deal with that another time. 

“Sirius,” you said, regaining your focus, “there's sort of something I have to tell you.”

“If it's that you’re actually in love with me, you’re too late,” he said dryly, running a finger along the tube of a telescope, inspecting the dust left behind. 

“It’s about your brother.”

His hand dropped, the playful curve of his lips vanishing as he looked at you. “What about him?” he asked, poorly hiding his surprise.  

“I just had a very weird conversation with Snape,” you began, trying to word things as gently as you could. “He told me that your brother would, y’know, fully commit soon.”

“He said that? Exactly that?” Sirius asked, taking a few steps towards you. 

You shook your head. “I asked him if he, your brother, had taken the mark. Snape said no, but it seemed like it would happen sooner rather than later, maybe this summer or something. But he also said it wasn’t inevitable, that he could be persuaded.”

Sirius’s stare was blank, off somewhere behind you. You shared a glance with Marlene, who had been looking at the back of his head, completely aghast. Regulus was almost never mentioned, and if he was, it was only in passing. The only other time you had ever seriously spoken with Sirius about his family was a few months ago, and even then, the subject of their involvement in the war had not been breached. 

“You need to talk to him, Sirius,” you began again. “You need to tell him to come back with you this summer. He might listen to you, he might have second thoughts—”

“He didn’t have second thoughts when my parents threw me out, when they sent me to live on the street,” Sirius snapped, awakening himself from his daze. 

You wanted to weep as you took in his hair, the same as his brothers. The same jaw, the same nose, so similar yet so incredibly different. “He was just a boy—”

“So was I,” his words fell heavy in the room, the air boiling. 

“Sirius,” you whispered, trying your best to make your voice sound like Lily’s. You were in no position to ask anything of her, though for Sirius’s sake you wished she was here, that she had been the one to find out and not you. She could word things just right, calming even the worst tempests. “He was fifteen, just as scared as you were, maybe more.” He seemed to recoil, his gaze flickering to the wall. “He’s not like you, even I know that and I’ve never even spoken to him before. If it were me in that house, Merlin, I don’t think I’d ever have gotten out. Most people— most people would’ve stayed on that doorstep until they let you back in.”

He didn’t move, looking as if he was soaking wet. You were growing desperate to convince him even though you knew you ought to wait for someone else to speak with him, for Remus to talk his way through his obstinance, “He’s your brother, you have to try. Think about if you don’t, if you let him…it’ll haunt you, Sirius, I know it will.”

He ran a hand over his face, suddenly seeming as if he had stayed up three nights straight. He let out a long sigh, exhausted even by the notion. 

“He’s gone. You don’t know him like I do,” his voice was filled with a sorrow you hoped you’d never feel, charred on his bones. 

“You might not anymore,” Marlene said softly. 

Sirius glanced back to look at her, his expression hidden from your view. For a moment they each simply stared at one another, Marlene’s eyes pleading. He turned back around, moving past you to leave without another word. You and Marlene followed him out into the corridor, though he was already walking up the stairs, clearly with the desire not to be trailed. 

“What should we do?” Marlene asked, turning towards you. 

Your arms felt like dumbbells hanging off your shoulders as you considered her question, the sound of his footsteps fading above you. “Nothing.”

Chapter Twenty-Two

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[not-wholly-unheroic]

Hook headcanon, please!

Smee is around 20 years older than Hook and has known him since he was very young. Smee occasionally sailed with young James’ father (also a captain) and—seeing how poorly he treated the boy—ended up often being more of an actual father figure to him than his biological dad ever was.

Young James was a sickly, “soft” lad who preferred the quiet company of his poetry books to more “manly” activities. Once, on a voyage with his father, James (who like most sailors at the time didn’t know how to swim) went overboard and his father decided he needed to learn to swim then and there. He wouldn’t let Smee or anyone else intervene and made the panicking boy figure it out for himself. Another time, when his father attempted to take him on a fox hunt and James didn’t feel comfortable shooting the creature once they had it cornered, his father tortured the animal until finally young James broke and decided killing it would be a mercy. He vowed after that point that he would learn to become an excellent shot so that whenever he had to shoot again in the future, it would quickly put whatever he hit out of its misery.

Smee, on the other hand, embraced the “softness” he saw in young James. They would see each other on occasion down at the docks and it was James who eventually taught Mr. Smee (who came from a poor Irish background) how to read. He never got beyond the basics at reading and writing but the fact that he could at all was thanks to James.

For a long time after his mother died and his sister vanished, James also “disappeared,” taking on a new last name and trying to get a new start in life away from his father. He lost touch with Smee in the intervening decades and only ran into him again by pure coincidence after he had turned pirate and happened to take the ship that Smee was on. Smee didn’t immediately recognize him, as so many years had passed and he honestly wasn’t even sure James was still alive, but James recognized him instantly and if he was being entirely honest…he was rather ashamed to be found out in such a way by his old friend, who he knew would not approve of his new life. He had planned on taking no prisoners, but he managed to convince the men under him that Smee could be useful to them as an addition to the crew. Later, pulling Smee aside in his cabin, he revealed who he was and told Smee that he would drop him off at the next port if he wanted to conveniently “escape.” Smee considered it…but he felt responsible for James in many ways, regretting he didn’t do more to make his life better as a child and feeling as though he might still be able to help the man turn his life around. So he decided to stay on.

That’s why he cares so much about Hook—he still sees the potential for good in him, still sees the little boy he loved like a son. He just can’t quite bring himself to give up on him entirely.