platonic multifandom microfics

Jeremy wasn't freaking out. Of course he wasn't, he's totally chill.

He just couldn't find Jean anywhere. The Frenchman had disappeared soon after dinner, that was four hours ago. He thought Cat had stayed with Jean. Apparently Cat thought he was with Laila, she thought he was with Cody, and Cody thought he was with Jeremy. Overall, a hot mess.

Okay, so maybe he was freaking out a little bit. But can you blame him? After that encounter with Grayson, Jeremy was just being cautious. He knows Jean can take care of himself but Jeremy would prefer if he didn't have to.

And now he was running out of places where Jean could be. He decided to try the pool, just in case. It was definitely a long shot but Jeremy was desperate. He scanned into the pool room and opened the door.

The muggy air and smell of chlorine hit him first. The sight of Kevin and Andrew arguing in the pool greeted him second. They both paused, looking at him. Andrew was stoic as ever but Kevin smiled slightly, climbing out of the pool to greet him.

"Jeremy!" He smiled in response.

"Kevin, Andrew. Nice to see you guys. Have you seen Jean? I can't find him." He asked a little frantic and tired. Andrew scoffed from to pool, pointing a thumb to the corner of the pool room.

"Neil stole him over there, last time I looked." Jeremy, a bit confused, padded over to where Andrew pointed.

And there he was.

Jean always looked more peaceful when he was asleep. The crease between his eyebrows smoothed and his jaw relaxed. He and Neil were so intertwined, it was hard to tell where one stopped and the other began.

The Fox was awake though, presumably an Exy game pulled up on his phone as he lay on Jean's chest. Neil scowled as Jeremy came into view, pressing a finger to lips in a shushing motion. As if Jeremy would ever have the heart to wake Jean up. He looked so cozy there with Neil, surrounded by towels on a pool chair.

"Send him up to room 235 when he wakes." Jeremy whispered. He only gets a nod back before Neil buries back against Jean.

As he walked out, he waved goodbye to Kevin. He headed to his room, smiling and shaking his head.

It was late at night when James collapsed onto Peter's bed. He had been trying to read his new book from their Hogsmeade trip earlier that day, the frogs and crickets outside acting as a relaxing soundtrack.

Remus and Sirius were Godric knows where, and honestly, Peter didn't want to know. Ever since the two boys got together, nowhere was safe from them. He could tell it was getting to James, the change in the groups dynamic.

Maybe that's why instead of pushing James off of him to continue his book, he scooted over, patting the bed next to him. James wasted no time, laying next to Peter in a bed definitely too small for two 17 year old boys at the same time.

Peter didn't complain when James laid his head on his shoulder and took his fingers, fiddling with them. They sat there for a couple minutes, just existing together. Peter reading, James thinking.

"Peter?" James' voice was quiet, too quiet for him. Peter hummed softly, setting his book down on the nightstand.

"What's up, James? You're quiet today." James paused, like he's thinking of his next words.

"We are best friends right?"

The question was so unlike James and maybe that's why Peter's next words are a joke. To get back a semblance of normal James.

"I mean, I'm yours." It was clearly the wrong thing to say because James only sunk against him more. Peter sighed, pulling the boy closer.

"Of course we are Jem, where did this come from?" He only shrugged, quiet again.

They sat in silence again and after a bit, Peter picked up his book again. This time, he began to read it out loud to the mellow boy next to him. Eventually, it was past midnight. James made no move to get up.

"Can I stay with you? Just for tonight?" Peter doesn't respond, only shifting them under the covers. He took James' glasses gently off his face, setting them on the nightstand.

They settled in a familiar way, habits from when they were little boys. From before they came to Hogwarts and everything got complicated. Just as Peter's eyes started to close, he heard James' quiet voice.

"You're my best friend Peter. Nothing will change that. Not dating or pranks or stupid arguments." Peter smiled despite knowing James wouldn't see it in the dark.