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remusmoonbaby · 1 month

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James Potter is the type to be a complete and utter perv in your relationship. Of course it's mostly in private because well...he's got a reputation to keep being Gyffindor's Quidditch Captain and all. But that doesn't stop him one night taking the underwear he's "sneakingly" stolen from you, using it on himself as he jerks off in the middle of the night. Duh he takes the red silky one that drives him absolutely insane.

"Fuck...mmgh! Feels so good." He moans into his shirt that is being bit between his teeth, as a form of trying to keep his moans and groans quiet. But the sweet, cold sensation of your silk underwear stretching over his sensitive tip, many times, makes this one last stretch turn into shudders and quiet moans as he starts to come onto the fabric. James's eyes rolls to the back of his head, and his toes curl at the sensation of the cool fabric meeting his hot cum.

James Potter is definitely the type to send you little notes telling you how he wants to take you in front of the class just at the mere fact that he can see some other guy staring at you, and he wants to claim what's his. (Sirius's relationship antics rubbed off on him 🤷🏻)

If he keeps turning his head to the side to keep looking at you, I'm going to bend you over this desk and show him who you belong to.

James, you can't do that!

Watch me gorgeous.

James Potter is the type to pull you in a corner of an empty corridor, where honestly, if someone was looking for y'all they will see what's happening. But does he care? Of course not, why would he? All he cares about is quenching his thirst and keeping you satisfied, while also on your toes.

"James what you doing?" You said as you look at him getting on his knees with wide eyes and a fierce blush covering your face.

"Just trying to get something to drink real quick, baby." James said as he looked up at you with a smirk.

"People will see!" You squeaked out as your eyes scanned around the corridor in a frantic manner.

"Let them see then." He says coolly before lifting your skirt, getting underneath it, moving your underwear to the side, and licking a long strip of your wet pussy.

Let's say the idea of someone coming across the two of you completely slipped your mind as you let James get his much needed thirst.

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0anonnymouslyours0 · 2 months

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hi there!

maybe a fluff with my favourite James Potter? i was thinking something about reader leaving a lipstick mark on James..

enjoy writing, kisses:*

james my beloved, i want to kiss him all over <3

james is technically supposed to be leaving for quidditch practise... technically. but, instead, you've distracted him. i mean, how could he not kiss you, when you exit the bathroom, ready for the day- with your lips painted a perfect red.

how could he not pull you over, begging for a kiss. of course, you oblige, because how could you resist james potter. its sweet, hes all giggly, cheeks flushed as you kiss. his hands are firmly placed on your waist, pulling you tightly against him.

"okay.. practise jamie, you have practise." you giggle, pulling back and resting your hands on his shoulders.

"i know.. but-" he says, squeezing your waist.

you giggle, leaning in and kissing his cheek, leaving a lipstick print.

"off you go." you say, neglecting to till him of the mark you left on his cheek. and patiently waiting to hear the reaction of his teammates when james arrives at practise.

#hes so cute i love him #my no.1 man #oneshot #fluff #female reader #masterlist #smut #james potter fic #james potter hc #james potter marauders #james potter fanfiction #james potter fluff #james potter x reader fluff #james potter x reader #james potter x you #james potter smut

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pretty-little-mind33 · 3 days

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fluff ✿ angst ✮ hurt & comfort ✷ smut (nsfm) ♥

main masterlist

~ REQUESTS OPEN ~

most popular - WILDEST DREAMS ✿ - Finding out that your ex-best friend might have smelt you in the Amortentia feels as surreal as you smelling him.

author's favorite - INVISIBLE STRING ✿✷ - When you're having cramps, your boyfriend doesn't even think of shying away from helping you in anyway he can.

latest work - SUBURBAN LEGENDS ✿✷ - James tries to teach you how to ice skate.

KING OF MY HEART ✿ - You and James are friends with benefits until daisies and an incident with one asshole Quidditch player stirs up some hidden (or not-so-hidden) feelings.

MAROON ✿ - James usually doesn't like violence but he'll fight anyone who bad-mouths his girlfriend.

LAVENDER HAZE ♥ - Having a thing for your best friend's dad was your dirty little secret. Up until it wasn't so secret anymore.

THIS LOVE ✿ - Sometimes your lovely boyfriend can have a hard time with the word 'no'.

HOW YOU GET THE GIRL ✿✷✮ - You've never had your first kiss — well not until you stupidly kiss the boy you've had a crush on since forever, the same boy who happens to be your best friend.

FOOLISH ONE ✮ - James was and would never be yours.

TIMELESS ✿✷ - James wants to take you out to one of his families' fancy parties. However, he underestimates how cruel people can be when someone is different.

* * * related: muggle!reader * * *

ENCHANTED (pt.1) ✿ - Three weeks after his devastating break up with Lily, James wanted Remus and Sirius to bring him to a muggle bar in central London.

SWEETER THAN FICTION (pt.2) ✿ - After months of dating, James finally tells you he's a wizard.

* * *

YOU ARE IN LOVE ✿ - You never realized how much of an idiot your brother's best friend is until he becomes jealous.

GLITCH ♥ - You never intended to admit you would fuck James Potter. You hate him. Well, turns out you hate him a little less when he's touching you in ways you'd only dreamed of.

STAY BEAUTIFUL ✿✷- When you overhear some of James's friends comment on your weight, James comforts you.

SANTA BABY ✿ - James wants to make his family's Christmas special.

SNOW ON THE BEACH ✿✷ - When your eleven-year-old son comes home for Christmas break in tears, you and James are instantly worried.

NEW ROMANTICS ✿✷ - When your "friends" play a dangerously stupid prank on you, James is the last person you'd think would help you.

COLD AS YOU ✷✮ - You want your boyfriend's attention again.

I THINK HE KNOWS ♥ - Your boyfriend promises to watch over you when you want to get drunk.

BEGIN AGAIN ✿ - James has been persuing you for years and you've never said yes, until now?

END GAME ✿✷ - Playing Quidditch against your secret boyfriend is usually fun…

GOLD RUSH ✿✷✮ - You're a stupid drunk and James Potter is very very bad at dealing with his romantic feelings.

DAYLIGHT ♥ - When your boyfriend finds out he didn't make you come, his anger quickly turns into lust.

THE ALCOTT ✮ - You love James but he loves Lily. It's simple until it isn't so simple anymore.

SUBURBAN LEGENDS ✿✷ - James tries to teach you how to ice skate.

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solthewizard · 2 months

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james potter is the type of guy who does his duolingo at full volume and screams the speaking answers into the phone in the middle of the night

#marauders #marauders era #marauders fandom #the marauders #james & peter & remus & sirius #james potter marauders #james fleamont potter #james potter

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shh-shh-secretagent · 4 days

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the forever duo ❤️🖤 the edit

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hearts4robs · 2 months

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Hi, I wanted to request a marauders era matchup!

My name is Ollie, short for oliver, i use he/they/she pronouns and im 18. Im queer and have a preference for men. I am also from the netherlands!

My personality type is infp, and to go into more detail:

Im usually more shy in at the start, but can get quite talkative when i warm up to people. Im more of a listener though.

I love singing, reading, writing daydreaming, baking and making art.

My love language is physical touch, i love hugs or sitting next to someone and having our knees or shoulders touch. Laying on someone's shoulder is a big yes for me i love it.

I struggle a lot with my feelings and communicating them, but im getting better.

I have social anxiety and autism which can make social interactions and parties and such things difficult for me.

My ideal date is difficult. I've never been on a date before so its hard to judge. I think I'd like going to a coffee shop, maybe stargazing or going to an arcade. The ideal date for me is something relaxing where i can get to know the other person well. I want it to be intimate.

My ideal type is also difficult. I've never really dated anyone (im going to be a virgin until retirement i swear). I think I'd probably just like someone who makes me feel seen and appreciated, who reminds me I'm loved and helps me feel less self-conscious.

My favourite tropes would probably have to be friends to lovers and mutual pining. Im a sucker for hurt to comfort.

Physical appearance stuff:

5'6, bit chubby, pretty darn pale skin, short straight brown hair that i usually tuck behind my ears, grey eyes with glasses, black nosering in my left nostril, L and R tattooed on my wrist (yes for left and right lol). I mostly wear skater or cottagecore style clothes, usually dark and earthy colours with the occasional blue and red.

Hope thats enough (or not too much lol)

Have a great day :)

𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫: 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝

“Hold my hand, sweetheart. It’s okay.” James reassures, blindly waving his hands around behind his back for you to grab.

Your hands finds James’s and his warm hands immediately dwarf yours. He pushes through the crowd, making sure you’re right behind him.

James smelt of alcohol, but he still seemed grounded as he lead you out of the Gryffindor common room and up the stairwell. The party continued at the bottom of the stairs.

James let’s go of your hand and holds your face in his hands, finally facing you probably.

“What’s the matter, handsome? Too loud?” James questions, moving his hands over your ears. You don’t answer, your throat was tight. He just nods, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“You’re okay.” He murmurs against your temple.

“I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t give me that, you’re okay!” James assures you by pulling you into a tight squeeze.

“What do you say to a cuddle with that weighted blanket we bought last week?”

James struggles to repress his smile when you nod. Oh, he was so up for a lazy cuddle.

Headcanons:

James learned morse code and basic sign language to communicate with you when everything was too much.

James is such a physical touch/quality type kind of guy, and taking you for a walk to Hogsmead for a coffee + browsing date is an every other week occurrence

He’s a yapper. You know everything there is to know about quidditch. Whenever you read or do anything that doesn’t make James the center of your attention, he yaps.

Writes you dumb notes whenever he can. Like, not cute. Dumb.

i rlly hope you like this🫶i’m SO SORRY for how delayed it is, i’m only just now getting back into the flow of writing.

#★ robins match up event! ★#★ robins events ★#james potter x reader #match up #★ match up event! ★#james potter x gn!reader #james potter #james potter x y/n #james potter fluff #james potter comfort #marauders #marauders era #marauders era x reader #marauders james potter #james potter marauders

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band--psycho · 11 months

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Moodboard Monday!!

James Potter x Reader- Sunset Conversations

A huge thank you to my amazing friend @xacatalepsyx ; who created this masterpiece of a moodboard for my new moodboard writing challenge!

I hope you all enjoy this story as much as I enjoyed writing it!!

Warnings: Horrible parents, disowning, pureblood prejudice

I’m in love with an idiot.

That was all I could think to myself as I watched James Potter singing at the top of his lungs to the latest number one of the muggle world.

Sirius and James had been taking it in turns to sing muggle songs to try and settle the argument they were having over who the best singer was.

So naturally, the only way for them to settle the argument was to have a sing-off.

They were taking it very seriously, I could've stopped them, told them that they were both awful singers, but it was entertaining and quite funny to watch them battle it out; and merlin knew I needed something to make me smile today.

“So,” Lily began sitting down next to me, “how did the date go?”

Ah.

The date.

I’d been trying really hard to forget about the date that had taken up most of my afternoon.

It wasn’t a date I wanted to go on, especially given who it was.

Lucius Malfoy.

Neither of us really had much say in the matter, my family had arranged it with his; I think my parents were hoping that the date would go well and I’d somehow fall back in line with the traditions of our family.

Pure blood mania.

They were a nightmare.

They hated pretty much everything about me, what I was interested in, who my friends were, what I wanted to do when I left Hogwarts.

I think Lucius was their last attempt to pull me back in; not that that would ever work.

But still, angering my parents a few weeks before the holidays was not something I wanted to do either.

So, I went on the date.

I was polite; until Lucius started badmouthing my friends and telling me that what I wanted for my life was only influenced by them.

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“You’re friends with a Muggleborn” the disgust was evident in his voice.

Merlin I wanted to punch him; if we hadn’t have been in a crowded bar I probably would’ve,“Her name is Lily, and yes I am,”

Lily was one of my closest friends. And I, unlike the rest of my house and family, didn’t care that she was muggleborn.

“Can you not see why your parents are concerned about you?”

Concerned? About me? No. They’d never been concerned about; what they were concerned about was their image and how I was ‘damaging’ it.

“Because I have friends?”

“The wrong type of friends,” he whispered venomously; as though I’d somehow offended him. And although that was not my internet, it did give me a lot of satisfaction.

“As opposed to?”

“Having friends of your class,”

“Sirius Black is of a higher class than me or my family,”

I could see a little vein on the side of Lucius’ forehead that looked like it was about to burst in his anger, “Sirius Black is a traitor and a disappointment to his family,”

Well that makes two of us.

That is why I am friends with the marauders, Lily and Marlene, because of Sirius Black.

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I hadn’t told my friends who the date was with; but I did tell them that my parents had arranged it for me.

“That bad?” Lily asked, obviously noticing the look on my face as the memories flags he’d through my mind.

“It was awful,” I stated, trying to force the memory out of my mind once again, “I guess I’m just old school, I still like flowers and real dates, not arranged ones with people I don’t even like,”

I felt Lily's hands wrap around me as she pulled me into a hug.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered; she was my closest friend, she knew all of the drama that went on between my parents and I. And I knew she felt guilty because she thought she was the cause of it, which she wasn’t.

My parents weren’t nice people.

That’s what it came down to.

Nothing to do with her, or me, or anyone else, just them.

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I needed space; some time away from the castle, away from my friends, so that I could think.

The forest wasn’t exactly the safest place to be, I knew that, but I just needed some time.

You are not our daughter

The words from the howler my parents sent me this morning played on my mind like an annoying song I couldn’t get out of my head.

I should’ve been relieved.

I should’ve been happy.

My parents weren’t good people.

But, they were the only family I had.

I think somewhere in my heart I had hoped that they would change, maybe that’s why their words stung so much.

“What’s wrong?” I heard a familiar voice ask; snapping me out of my thoughts and halting my steps.

When I turned around, I saw the one and only James Potter standing behind me, his eyebrows furrowed slightly in concern.

Lily must've told him I was here; she was the only person I had seen today; she was the only person who could've noticed that something was wrong.

“Nothing, I'm fine,” I smiled. Of course it was a fake smile, and I was hoping James didn’t notice that.

But of course he did, “you’re a terrible liar,”

“I just needed some space,” I answered simply. It was a vague answer. I knew that; but right now I really didn’t want to have a conversation about how awful my family was.

“Come with me,” he said softly, offering his hand to me.

“James-”

James stepped closer towards me before I could finish my sentence, capturing my hand in his,“I know somewhere safer than the forest for you to have some space.”

And with his fingers intertwined with mine, he left me out of the forest and to a place I was sure only he knew of.

It was an abandoned house with a little ladder next to it that led up to the roof.

“After you,” he whispered, letting go of my hand so I could climb the ladder.

When I reached the top of the roof I sat there; taking in the view.

I could see why he liked it here.

It was quiet, peaceful and beautiful.

Especially in this moment as the sun was setting; transforming the once blue sky into an intense assortment of orange, yellow, pink and purple.

The view from up here was absolutely breathtaking; it almost made me forget why I was up here to begin with; that was until I felt James sit down next to me.

“I’m here,” he murmured, his hazel eyes meeting my own, squeezing my hand lightly, “you can talk to me or not, but I am here for you, always.”

I remained silent for a few moments, my brain processing what he said.

“I’ll give you your space,” he continued, giving my hand a final squeeze before beginning to stand up.

“I got a howler from my parents today,” I said; making James sit back down where he originally was.

“I see,” James began, his hand returning to mine once again, his thumb rubbing small circles onto the back of my hand, “what did they say?”

“Long and short of it is that I’m not the person my parents wanted me to be,” I was surprised by the way my voice cracked as the words left my lips; I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down and stop myself from breaking, “they hate the subjects I’ve chosen to study, my plans for the future, the people I associate myself with…they hate who I am,”

“Then they’re idiots,” I could see the anger from what parents had said burning in his eyes; though his voice remained soft.

“Y/n/n,” he whispered; placing his other hand on my cheek; I couldn’t help but lean into his delicate touch, “you are you,”

A smile formed on his lips as he said those words; the type that made the butterflies in my stomach swarm like crazy.

“And that is nothing short of amazing,” he continued, as his thumb moved down my cheek to my chin, pulling my face closer to his so that our noses were touching.

“We should be getting back to the castle,” I mumbled, mentally cursing myself as soon as the words left my lips.

But it was getting late; the once beautifully coloured sky was now darkening and the last thing I wanted was for James to get into trouble because of me.

“We should,” he agreed with a small smirk, before he closed the distance between our lips.

It took my mind a second to catch up to what was happening; James Potter was kissing me.

It sounded like a dream.

It felt like a dream.

But as I began kissing him back, my lips molding effortlessly against his own, I realised kissing him was much better than any dream I could muster.

I had to fight back a small whine when I felt the coldness of the air on my lips rather than the warmth of James’ lips.

“Now we can go back,” He chuckled, his thumb ghosting over my bottom lip.

It didn’t take long before we were both on our way back to Hogwarts; our hands intertwined just as they were when we arrived at the abandoned house.

“Remember what I said, darling,” he started, catching me off guard with the little nickname at the end of his sentence, “I’m here for you, always,”

“Thank you,” I said, not knowing what else to say. In the course of a few hours James had turned one of the worst days of my life into the best. Just a simple thank you didn’t seem anywhere near enough, but they were the only words that I could think of.

He smiled at me again, the same smile that made the butterflies in my stomach swarm when we were sat upon that rooftop.

“You don’t need to thank me, love, I would do anything to see you smile,” he breathed, as he leaned in to capture my lips in another kiss, “Now, I’ve gotta go otherwise I’m never gonna leave you.”

And with that we bid one another goodnight; I didn’t think today was going to end like this; with me happy, and it was all because of James Fleamont Potter.

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bonniebirddoesgifs · 1 year

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John Lennon (Nowhere Boy) - Credit if using

#john lennon #nowhere boy #bonniebirdgifs #james potter faceclaim #james potter marauders #marauders era

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aphrcdites · 9 months

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the bond between a girl and their favorite fictional man is both an unstoppable force and an immovable object

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soreddieforit · 4 months

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the bitches traumatized by saltburn would never survive the fics in my ao3 history

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maluceh · 4 months

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blood ritual — James and Lily Potter circa 1981

#fan art #the marauders era #the marauders #harry potter #lily evans #james potter #jily #the marauders fanart #jily fanart

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0anonnymouslyours0 · 5 days

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Hii! I love ur writing so much, I had a h/c fic idea for James but I can't write to save my life so I figured I'd request lmao. Feel free to ignore if it's not something ur interested in writing ofc.

I was thinking smtn where James asks out reader and they think it's a joke so they like walk away or tell him to fuck off or smtn and James is just so confused so the next day asks r wtf that was about and she's like "if ur gonna be a dick you shouldn't expect other ppl to just take it" or something and he's still confused and asks her what was happening so she explains what she thinks is going on and he like comforts her and tells her that he fr likes her

getting around to answering some requests... i took a short break but im thinking about writing a bit again. this is just cute fluff. little rusty tho. 💞

james potter is an absolute idiot.. truly. and yet, somehow, you've still had a crush on him for 3 years. it's truly a marvel. james and his friends, fondly referred to as the 'marauders', often play practical jokes. of course, when out of the blue on a random tuesday james sheepishly approaches you asking if you want to go to hogsmeade together, you think it's some sort of joke. a cruel trick of the universe, to tug on your poor pining heart. so you scowl at him, and turn straight on your heel and march off.

james and you have been friends for years, longer then you've ever liked him, so the only logical answer is that its all a joke. a cruel joke. and one, though you'd never say to anybody else, hurts. a lot. so, like the very mature person you are, you decide to ignore his existence for the rest of the day, and the following morning. when james gets remus, your loyal potions buddy, to past notes to you in class, you throw them straight in the bin; ignoring remus's skeptical stare, with an eye-roll and shrug. and just as you think you've evaded him the whole day, he corners you as you leave history of magic.

"whats wrong with you? you've been ignoring me all day? did i fuck up that bad?" he says, hot on your heels behind you as you storm through the hallway away.

"you know james, if your gonna be such a fucking dick about peoples feelings, you shouldn't just expect them to take it. and if you do, consider yourself no longer my friend. don't talk to me, stop passing notes, stop staring at me, and stop corning me on my way out of class!" you snap, turning to stare at him with your arms folded.

and james, well, james just pouts. a confused look spreads across his brow.

"i- i thought you liked me? and i really like you- and i don't understand, i truly wasn't trying to play with your feelings or- or anything like that!" he replies, sounding adorably confused and sincere, and you falter.

"you asked me out as a joke james! how is that anything but playing with my-"

"sorry what? no! i was very serious. i like you. a lot. have for a while and it's taking me so, so long to work up the courage. i've taken too long and now i've blown it." james cuts in, stepping forward into your space, except you don't back away.

"you.. weren't joking?"

"of course not!" he says, placing a hand on your shoulder. he looks rather upset actually, a frown on his face.

you blink at him, stepping closer.

"you actually meant it? you, er, like me?"

"head over heels." he confirms, with a smile spreading across his face

"well then, ill see on saturday night." you say, a small smile in return before turning rather quickly away to rush off to your dorm, a light blush coating your cheeks.

james twirls on the spot, throwing his fist in the air in a quiet "yes!" before dashing after you.

"wait! where do you wanna go because i was thinking something special? my treat- god let me treat you right!"

#im a little rusty on the writing front #apologies 😓#oneshot #fluff #female reader #masterlist #james potter #james potter fluff #james potter smut #james potter x reader fluff #james potter fic #james potter fanfiction #james potter marauders #james potter x reader #james potter x you

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rosieandthethorns · 5 months

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i don't WANT to read smut right now

i WANT to read a passionate, poetic, jaw dropping, tears streaking down my face, heart wrenching, giggle inducing, feet kicking, cringy yet amazing, gorgeous story written by someone who apologizes for english not being their first language(they're the best writers ever) which has 4 chapters and then makes me scream because it hasnt been updated in months and the author is mia

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bellaxisworld · 3 months

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february 4, @jegulus-microfic prompt: old. word count: 622

It began with a conversation—the aching nostalgia, triggered by a memory from so long ago, Regulus could barely taste it anymore. He couldn't fully picture the memories in his head after all these years, he couldn't remember every detail. But he remembered how it felt—he remembered it so well, it was very deeply ingrained in him, he could feel it within himself now. Regulus could feel his chest swell and burn at the thought of his young love, blurry memories of crooked smiles and golden skin, dark curls and grabbing hands and messy kisses. Regulus had practically memorized how it felt to fall in love with James Potter, as if he was still in that perpetual free fall, terrifying and exhilarating love permeating the air and every breath he took. That feeling never went away, it never grew fainter. He was always falling in love with James a bit more every day, even a lifetime later.

They were old now, and their love never faded. They loved as devastatingly as they did when they were 17, and then 20, and eventually 30 and so on. Now, there was a domesticity to their relationship, instead of the impulsivity and adventure that they searched for every day. Now, they made grocery lists together, they folded laundry and bickered over the dishes, and shared kisses by their fireplace, curled up under a blanket and keeping each other warm. Now, their bones ached with age but their hearts grew fonder, grown soft from years of love and affection. They still gravitated towards each other in every room, bodies turned towards the other even if they were in a separate conversation. They came as a packaged deal, James and Regulus. They didn't go anywhere without the other—not because they were possessive, or jealous, or controlling, but because they simply didn't want to go anywhere the other wasn't. They were almost disgustingly in love, and they were unashamed. They were quiet but bold, and they still acted like teenagers in love, sometimes. Their friends would understand when they sat in a corner in their own little world, whispering and giggling to each other like boys again, kissing between whispers and getting a little too handsy. Their friends would roll their eyes fondly.

The vague conversation with Sirius about their school days brought with it a landslide of incomplete memories, snapshots and feelings from his younger days spent stupidly in love.

Regulus dug around his office searching for the dusty, long-unopened box with withered hands, needing the visuals to aid his memory. He pulled out the box with a relieved sigh, and he held it to close his chest like he could absorb the memories and love contained within these old photographs.

James was sitting up in bed when Regulus found him, pen in hand and writing a letter. James was a bit old-fashioned like that, he preferred to handwrite letters and mail them. James even kept an envelope he would put the letters to his mom and dad, and leave it on their grave beside fresh flowers when they would visit.

James looked up with an easy smile, putting aside his letter to welcome Regulus in bed beside him.

“Darling,” James whispered against his lips after a chaste kiss.

Reg smiled at him and lifted the box. “I’ve resurfaced the archives,” he said, offering the box to James.

Eyes glinting behind his gold-rimmed glasses, James chuckled. “Are we feeling sentimental?”

“Always for you,” Reg replied. And they looked through the old photographs together, smiling and laughing softly with barely-there longing coloring their words, memories shared and remembered, feeling affection for their younger selves—so clueless sometimes, but so brave and full of a love that would last a lifetime.

also found on ao3(multi-chapter microfic wip): february, i'm yours

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