#p:james

[dom-bastiansmythe]

Sebastian crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe, and gave him a curious look. "If I had thought you were intruding, I wouldn't have asked to come over in the first place. I don't enjoy having intruders" he said, with a teasing tone and a small wink, then pulled himself from the bathroom door and headed for the room's one. "I'm glad to hear that you don't, but I'm walking you there. Stay here" he said before disappearing out the door, and he went into his master bedroom and took the shirt he was wearing off, then grabbed one of his hoodies and put it on, before heading back to the playroom, where Jamie was. "You're still on shaky legs, Jamie, and it's three floors to go back to your room. Let's go."

They both left the penthouse and begun the walk down the stairs, slowly, while Sebastian kept aa watchful eye so the other wouldn't fall. Eventually, they made it to the other's room and when he opened the door the Dominant turned to him and put his hand on his shoulder. "Well, get a good rest, and don't forget to keep drinking plenty of fluids, understood?" He gave his shoulder a soft squeeze. "You did good. Sleep well, James." With that, he smiled at him and took the stairs again to go back to his penthouse.

Jamie appreciated the fact that Sebastian gave him a moment, even if he wouldn't have spoken up about the twinge of pain. Jamie knew his description of the scene was a bit all over and nothing like how he normally spoke, but it was the best the submissive had right now. He let himself be guided back onto the bed, taking the water once again when Sebastian gave it to him and told him to drink more, and he'd thank you the man later. That wasn't entirely true because Jamie knew he'd thank thank the man now."Yes, Sir. Thank you." He said as he opened the water and took another sip from it. He gave a shake of his head at the Dominants question. "Nothing was bad, Sir. Unexpected and intense? Yes, but not bad." He promised him.

It was only when Sebastian brought his clothes that Jamie remembered he was, in fact, still very much naked compared to the other man. His cheeks flushed red even though he knew he should be passed the point of embarrassment with Sebastian. "I think I will, Sir." He said softly, closing the water he'd only taken a single sip from as he grabbed his clothes and began to dress again when Sebastian was in the bathroom. He looked toward the door when the man spoke and gave him a choice to stay or return to his room. "I don't want to intrude any further than I have, Sir. I also don't mind walking myself back to my dorm." He told him. He finished getting dressed and then sat quietly on the bed, fidgeting with the cap on the water bottle.

[elmswriting]

Sirius&James @mighty-prongs​

Summer, 1976 (right?)

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

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

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

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

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

It hadn’t even rained that evening. 

It hadn’t even rained. 

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

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

[calionexonerp]

Phonecall|| Jelliott

Elliot: [Excuses himself from rehearsal and rings James' number]

[elmswriting]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

afracturedstar​:

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

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

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

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

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

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

[serena-lacroix]

partners in crime || james&rena

Serena knocked on the door to James’s apartment, balancing the pizza boxes and bag of breadsticks with one hand. The food had cooled a bit on the way over, but Serena could still feel the heat that emanated from the bottom of the box, warming up her palm. She doubted James would be upset even if the pizza had been cold. Boys seemed to have the strange ability to digest anything remotely edible. It had led to several horrifying meals when they’d all been at Hogwarts.

It took only a few seconds for the door to open and Serena grinned up at James. “I have a ton of food and no one to share it with. Care to trade some company for a free meal?”

@siriuslyjamesii

[notlittlelucyweasley]

the road to ruin || james&lucy

Lucy had learned early on that every conversation had the potential to change someone’s life. She’d experienced it when her father had told her that her mother would never be coming back home; when Daniella had grumpily burst into her life; and when she had followed a boy out of a party. But most recently, it had been her talk with Aislinn. She’d started to follow the older woman’s advice, working through what she was feeling as opposed to repressing them. It was hard and she’d had to really focus in order to do it properly. 

It wasn’t until she’d really started to pay attention that she’d realized just how angry she was. At the Death Eaters, at herself... It was constant. And it was driving her mad. She’d never been one for self-loathing. But ever since she’d returned to her normal life, even the sight of her reflection was enough to make her feel sick. Lucy knew that she couldn’t keep going the way she had been. Something had to change or else she would never feel comfortable. 

Perhaps during a family dinner had been the wrong time to make the decision. But as she stood in her grandparents’ bathroom, half of her hair gripped tightly in one hand and a pair of scissors in the other, she found she couldn’t really care. Lucy was halfway through the first cut when the door opened. 

@siriuslyjamesii

[maxinercgers-blog]

@jamessorrento

Mascara and lipstick had turned to just smudges from the night before. She was hungover like every damn week and she would have taken her time like every other day, go back home, take a shower, some coffee– except she had forgotten today was not the weekend, and she actually had an audition in just a few hours. She knew that if she went all the way to her apartment, she would waste enough time and end up missing it, therefore she had to take different measures. She remembered from a text a few days prior, she had James’ address and it was not far from here. It seemed like the perfect excuse to finally see each other and to save her own ass from missing a possible hire. Besides, showing up at his doorstep would not be a new thing between them, but just an old habit that would most likely never die. 

Maxine used the last numbers in her battery to pull out the address and walked the three blocks south, one east from her location to James’ place and phoned him. “Heyyy,” she started with a very mellow tone. “I know it’s early, but I was around the area and... I was just wondering if you had some coffee, a phone charger, and possibly a warm shower I could use? I’m outside your door,” she blurted out– James wasn’t looking but her body swung from side to side as a conceited child.

[little-miss-valentine-blog]

[Text] - James

Riley: Of course I want to see you tonight. Brayden's not going to be here the whole night.

[lostboycharlie-blog]

Being a Good Boy || Hook&Charlie 1/23

Messaging his Uncle James during class had been a terrible idea. Not the messaging itself, but the fact that he was now having to hide a half erection as he raced to the bathroom at the end of class, needing a moment to compose himself before heading to his Uncle's office. To say he was excited was an understatement. The last time he had really been dommed had been with Frollo, and everything since had just been sort of lackluster. He needed someone confident and strict, and James seemed like the perfect candidate. So as soon as he made sure his arousal wasn't noticeable and his cheeks were no longer flushed red, he hurried to James' office, wanting to make a good impression by arriving on time. He knocked on the closed door and dropped to his knees, ducking his head down while he waited to be let in.

[chalametdaily]

fashion legend arrived

James Ivory wearing a shirt with Timothée/Elio’s face on it. Legend.

[samantha-greyrose]

Adventure Time.

Tagged: Sam Greyrose & James Bradley Location: The Chasm & Dauntless Training Room Time: December 18th, 2013 12:00AM General Notes: Sam sneaks James into the training room to teach him a thing or two. Side Notes: Sam might feel the urge to injure James.

It was nearing midnight by the time Sam had found herself leaning against the slick, iron railing of the Chasm, her eyes focused on the rushing water beneath her. Sam and James had agreed the night before, to meet up after the training room had cleared out, and everyone turned in for the night. Sam wasn't too concerned about getting caught with an Amity on the compound, although it wasn't wise, she couldn't be bothered to care about it. Sam knew how to tip-toe her way around, and talk herself out of problems she sometimes found herself in. Besides, all she planned on doing was sneaking him into the training room for a few hours, and maybe she'd drag him out to her favorite hiding spot afterwards.

The time seemed to drag on rather slowly, as Sam's eyes were focused on the waves crashing into rocks at the bottom of the Chasm, and the sound emitted from the waves was the only thing she could hear. Sam envisioned what it would be like to have been thrown over the railing, either by someone else or their own doing, which made shivers run down her spine. If it didn't kill you, she could see it actually being fun. With a heavy sigh and a small shake of her head, Sam pushed away from the railing, waiting for Prince Charming to show up, so they could get started already.

[calionexonerp]

Phone|| Jelliott

Elliott: [Presses speed dial and waits for a response]

[manyxmarvelxmuses]

Peter frowned "I don't know what it is either that makes war so... Certain. Guess the best we can do is just... Help end it how we can. For me I just try to help the little guy you know?"

manyxmarvelxmuses·:

“War…. War never changes,” Peter said on an overly deep voice mimicking Fallout. He gave a sheepish grin not that it could be seen under his mask. “I mean… It’s not wrong?”

“Maybewe would have nothing to do if there was no war. But at least, there would be no unnecessary death nor unnecessary periods of overpopulation.” James pointed, as he kept on checking the weapon. “Thing is, for what I’ve seen in the universe, every single sentient being wars for control and space. I don’t know if calling it a survival instinct by now, but I wished there was no such an  instinct.”

[braveheartedlilypad]

Confrontation || James & Lily

Lily felt oddly anxious waiting for the Gryffindor to arrive at the Common Room. It was already dark outside and the only light in the bloody place was from the fireplace. The redhead plopped herself down on the sofa and swung her legs. There were very few advantages of being the size of a pixie; one was that no matter where she sat, she would always have the luxury of kicking her feet through the air. She hummed absentmindedly, fixating on the carpet beneath her as she continued to wait. If Potter didn’t plan on showing up on their very first patrol together—well—she’d have to enforce the school rules herself, wouldn’t she? However, the girl heard a rustling behind her that prompted her to stop humming. Lily had no idea why the time sounded so familiar, but she turned slightly to flash the boy a look. “You’re late, Potter. What made you late this time?” She glanced down at her lap and rummaged through her satchel to make sure everything she needed was there.

"Are you ready to go or—" Her words cut off abruptly once she really looked at Potter. Alarm settled on her features and she jumped to her feet. "What the bloody hell happened to your face?"

[roxanne-northman]

James?

Hello?

[memoriesintheflames]

Sirius Black in his Animagus form during the summer walking through the nearby ravine. 

Taken by James Potter who had snapped the photo just before he also changed forms and rushed passed his best friend. It was silently acknowledge that Sirius would come chasing after him. Like he would let a damn Stag beat him in a race. circa. 1977

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