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padfootastic · 1 year

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sirius @ james for this one: “what can i get you? do you need water? a hug? space?”

anon we have the same brain fr because i looked at this and had the same thought. (and so did others because i have 2 more asks w this exact premise)

i hope u like this! personally, it’s one of my favs 🙈

Sirius cut his way through the post-dinner throng of students as swiftly and efficiently as he could, resisting the urge to case a wide-area Blasting Charm to clear the route faster. His destination was the large gathering of students in the middle of the courtyard, jeering and chanting.

As he got closer, the voices floating from the centre of the circle became more distinct, making his face twist into a grimace.

“Think you’re so much better than us, don’t you, Potter?” An unfortunately familiar voice was taunting, though it sounded a bit funny, muffled. A part of Sirius knew, even before he pushed through the crowd, that it would just be Snape putting his nose somewhere it had no business being. Usually, it wouldn’t be such a big deal for Sirius who couldn’t care less about him if he was held at wand-point. But today, today he’d decided to go needle James.

Who was already in a terrible mood this week. It was a combination of everything—Effie and Flea’s declining health, the constant chatter in the castle, the pressure from the Quidditch Cup, Lily’s taunts, McGonagall’s nagging—all of it building and building and building until it reached a boiling point. Sirius had been waiting for him to blow this entire week; it’s only unfortunate that it happened the one day they’re in different classes, on opposite ends of the castle, and at the hands of Snape at that. Sirius had heard that something was going down in the courtyard, could only catch James’ name in between the gasps and giggles before promptly booking it out of there.

And sure enough, he got there just in time to see James send his fist into Snape’s jaw with a ridiculous ‘crack’ that Sirius can hear all the way to where he’s standing, making him wince slightly. Clearly, this isn’t his first, because there’s a stream of blood running down Snape’s nose, pooling over and around his mouth. There’s a scratch-bruise situation on one of his cheekbones that he’s guessing is from James’ Potter Ring.

James is…not entirely blemish free—there’s a wicked bruise blooming on his temple—but in comparison? He looks practically untouched.

It’s no wonder, though, because despite Snape’s mouthing off, it’s clearly an act, put upon for his own sake just as much as for others. Now that Sirius is right in front of them, he can see exactly how terrified the guy looks, though he’s made a valiant effort to hide it. One look at James and he immediately understood why.

James had Snape lifted up against the wall by his collar, teeth bared and a feral tinge to his eyes. His hazel eyes were almost black as he said, “Say something like that again, Snape, I dare you.”

Clearly, the Slytherin had lost the few brain cells he had left because he actually opened his mouth to answer. James didn’t give him the chance, only pushing him harder into the granite. “I will end you, Snivellus, don’t try me. Stop fucking running your mouth if you can’t deal with the consequences of it.”

That was the point Sirius decided to step in. It didn’t seem like anyone else would—Remus and the other prefects were standing on the far end of the hallway, huddled and whispering furiously; no teachers were present—and judging by Snape’s rapidly reddening face, he was less than a minute away from getting his face fully bashed in. Sirius didn’t want James to deal with the aftermath of that in his current state if he actually went through with it. There were too many people around, anyway.

“James,” he called, stepping forward. He could’ve sworn he heard at least three different sighs of relief but all his attention was now fixed on the way James’ fists clenched harder at the sound of his voice. He sighed—so it was like that, was it?

He stepped up to the two of them and placed a hand on James’ forearm. It was taut with tension, like steel to the touch, almost blazing hot. Ignoring the fact that James was deliberately ignoring looking at him, he started massaging his arm with a light touch, gently working his way down from his elbow to wrist, feeling the muscles loosen with each second. Once he’d repeated the action a couple times, he started rubbing circles with his thumb on the bottom of his palm, increasing the pressure with each rotation.

Eventually, it didn’t take more than a minute before James’ shoulders sagged, almost imperceptibly, and his fists unclenched. Snape, who’d been uncharacteristically silent so far—perhaps showing some of that Slytherin self preservation and realising Sirius was his best bet to getting out here without further harm?—quickly slid out from under his arm, going to stand a safe distance away. He opened his mouth, forgetting that distance meant nothing when James was as good with a wand as he was, but Sirius quickly put a pin in that one.

“Piss off, Sniv,” he muttered, not even bothering to look in his direction.

“Black you—“

“I said, piss off,” Sirius growled, arm moving so fast that Snape couldn’t track the wand now pointed between his eyes if he’d tried. “Now.”

With whatever was left of his tattered dignity, Snape tucked tail and fled. Good riddance. Without sparing a single glance towards the rapidly growing crowd of students, he tucked his wand back in its holster and wrapped a hand around James’ wrist, pulling him away from the courtyard and into one of their hidden alcoves on the ground floor. It was quite removed from the rest of the castle and the most traffic it saw was when the Bloody Baron and Grey Lady decided to rehash some centuries old fight.

Once they were properly inside, he dropped his bag to the floor and pushed James agains the wall, pressing as tightly against him as physically possible, not willing to let a single inch of space between them. For a few minutes, they did nothing except look at each other, James’ breaths sounding like heavy pants in the empty room.

Sirius held James’ face with both hands, hard enough that his fingers pressed indents into his skin, knowing the pressure grounded him. “What can I get you, James? Do you need water? A hug? Some space?”

James stared at him as if seeing through him, eyes unfocused and far, far away. Sirius pressed harder, curling his fingers for his nails to dig in, willing James to come back to him. And of course, James did.

“I need you.” Rough hands grabbed the front of his robes, pulling him forward abruptly and with a little too much force. Sirius had to grab onto James’ shoulders—not that he was complaining—just so he didn’t topple them both sideways. Gently, he shifted his grip until one arm was curled around James’ and the other was buried in his hair, cradling the back of his head. He tucked James’ head under his chin, trapping his hands between them, holding him as tightly as he could.

He knew James needed to be clutched when he was like this, that he loved being surrounded on all sides—as if someone was holding all of him, refusing to let any part of him go. He craved safety, comfort, when he got overwhelmed and this was the best way Sirius knew to give it to him.

They stood like that until the sun set and the air cooled, but all that Sirius cared about was his James—his breathing easier, eyes less frantic, and face much more relaxed. If all he had to do was hold tight for a while to get him there, then well, he’d be the happiest man on earth.

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veeples-archive · 3 years

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hai vee 🙈 pls can we have #9 for lu/ felix for the meet cute prompts!!!! thank u luv u

💕💕💕 AAAAA omg hi becky!!! ; o ; becky really said “fuck off faustus it’s time for the golden boyfriends”

Luv u 2 luv!!! I hope you enjoy!!

Prompt #9: They’re hiding from bad guys and realize they’re just how close they are.

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There, in a shadowy corner of the hallway, Lucedio spots a door. He darts for it and when he gives the handle a shake, it swings open. Without another word he leaps in, snapping Felix against him as the door slams behind them. Felix gives a little yelp when his chin collides with his chest.

Quickly, he has to be quick. Lucedio fumbles with the lock for a moment and as the shouts and footsteps draw nearer, he sucks in a breath. Some part of him still, the part that seems to be attuned to Felix whenever he’s close by, is distracted by the hand at his back and the cheek pressed against his collar.

But even those thoughts fall away. The footsteps pound closer, almost as loud as the pounding in his ears. They’re feet away from the door. Inches.

Lucedio grits his teeth when a shadow darkens the line of light at the bottom of the door. If he’s fast, he can shove Felix behind him if it comes down to that (God why didn’t he shove Felix in first, at least then he could have protected him with his body if they were found, if they open the door now Felix is so, so exposed and the idea of him getting hurt sends an icy chill down his spine). Every part of him tenses, ready to spring forward.

After the longest beat, the shadow passes with a murmur of go that way, they can’t be far, keep looking but it’s not until the voices fade past the edge of his hearing that Lucedio finally releases his breath.

His next breath fills with thoughts of how to sneak past them and where he may have dropped his phone. The breath after that is the acute awareness of just how close Felix is to him.

One of Felix’s arms wraps around his waist, his shirt clutched in his tight fist; his other hand splayed along his ribs, right under his heart. It’s frighteningly intimate, the idea of Felix’s hand cupping around the very thing Lucedio thinks about giving him on a near daily basis. Lucedio swallows thickly and he knows the rush of blood in his head is not from fear.

Felix seems to realize that too. The closet is nearly pitch black save for a small window high up. It lets in a slant of moonlight that falls across Felix’s eyes as their eyes meet, the liquid amber of them a shade more like the glow of molten metal. Just as hot, as intense.

“Pretty close call, huh?” Felix says, nearly breathless. His fingers inch up, sweeping along the flat planes of his chest, the line of his neck, to curl around his jaw. “Super close, I would say.” His voice drips like honey, rich and full of meaning.

He wishes he could take comfort in that Felix couldn’t see the flare of red across his face. But the grin that lights his lips reminds him no, he cannot be granted that mercy.

“We should-“ Lucedio rolls his lips together, and God, when did they get so dry? “We need to get out and find a way to contact Ava.”

“In a minute,” Felix murmurs. His fingers ghost over the stumble of his chin to sweep along his lips. “Let me just…”

It’s too much, that gentle touch that makes his mouth quiver. Lucedio slides his hand over Felix’s, sliding his fingers through his (so delicate, those fingers. So strong.) and turns his hand over to expose his palm. He nuzzles his hand there, at the juncture between his thumb and forefinger, stubble scraping lightly over the fluttering pulse at his wrist.

“We have to go. It’s still too dangerous. But I promise,” Lucedio presses a dry kiss to the center of his palm. A promise. A declaration. “Later. When you’re safe.”

Felix’s breath hitches. “When we’re safe, Lu. Don’t forget about yourself, okay?”

Yes, of course. When they’re both safe. Lucedio curls Felix’s fingers into a loose fist and kisses the knuckles, soft, gentle, an allusion of how much he wishes he could do more than just that. Later, he repeats in his head.

He lets himself linger there, just a moment. Lets himself indulge in the feeling of Felix all around him, so close, so frighteningly close, of the smell of his coconut shampoo and the impossible warmth of his skin before he tugs away. Later, he repeats again.

“Later,” he repeats again, this time to Felix, a smile finally cresting across his lips. Felix returns it back, ten fold, and he feels it in his bones that there will be a later for him to take the time to truly appreciate the promise of the sweet thrill of post-mission kisses.

#ty becky ilu 💖💖💖💖#my writing #the wayhaven chronicles #lucedio jansen #felix hauville #lulix

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