I wrote a lil something based on this lovely art piece by @green-lights-33. It's so beautiful that my brain couldn't let it go. So here we are. Enjoy :)
Light spilled in from the window, casting the bathroom in gold as the sun continued its descent through the sky. Lily's boyfriends were a picture of beauty: James' dark skin glowing amber, and Regulus' gray eyes smoldering in the light.
Regulus was sat behind James on the counter, pressed into his back. He'd wanted a front row seat to learn Lily's top makeup tips.
“Make me pretty,” James grinned at her, all full lips and honeyed charm.
Lily swayed forward as if pulled on a string, gripping onto Regulus' leg to steady herself. She felt it down to her toes. The undeniable pull. The knowledge that she would do anything, go anywhere for these two.
Luckily, all James was asking for was help with his winged eyeliner.
She’d tried to teach him how to do it himself, but he always came back pouting. “It’s just better when you do it.” And when he pushed out his lip and gave her those puppy dog eyes, how could she say no?
Regulus kissed the side of James’ neck. “You’re already pretty, mon amour.”
James huffed. “Well, prettier then.”
“You’ll be the prettiest one at the party,” Lily promised, leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth.
She focused on making the line straight, and getting the perfect angle for the wing. But Lily could feel Regulus’ gaze heavy on her, watching her face, following the curve of her neck and shoulder, down to her waist, where James’ hand rested. Lily felt his attention like a brand, her body buzzing with it. She wanted to throw the makeup across the room and kiss Regulus right there, James crushed between them.
“Aren’t you supposed to be paying attention?” Lily asked instead.
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The Gryffindor common room was packed. It was filled to the brim with sweaty, excited bodies, languid with liquor, and alight with victory. The Quidditch team had won their fifth game in a row this season, and everyone had thought it the perfect occasion for celebration.
Normally, James would agree with them, but right now, he was drowning.
James took in a deep lungful of air, trying to calm himself, but he regretted it immediately. The air was stale and sour with sweat and breath. It seemed that everyone in the bloody school had come to celebrate with them, save for the Ravenclaw team who'd lost that day. James could feel the swirling tendrils of energy building in his chest, clawing at his insides and begging to escape.
He wanted to scream. He wanted to run, and throw things, and smash everything in sight. He wanted to destroy and ruin. He wanted to hit something. He wanted to hit himself. God, he wanted to hit himself. Just a little punch to his head or his thigh. Maybe bang his head against the wall while he was at it.
Anything to stop feeling like this.
He was ready to crawl out of his skin because the music at this party was too loud, and everyone kept talking to him. How 'bout that win, Potter? And Great game! And Where'd you learn that trick you did in the last quarter? He had to smile and nod and engage in conversation all the while pretending that the flashing lights weren't hurting his eyes, and the music wasn't pulverizing his brain, and the unbearable heat of the common room wasn't suffocating him.
But he couldn't react. People didn't like it. They didn't like it when he complained or cried. They would just call him an attention seeking prat like always.
"Alright, James?" Frank frowned at him, looking at him strangely.
They were mid-conversation and James couldn't keep still. The intense energy in his body continued to grow, and James just nodded his head, trying his best to look like he was still listening to whatever Frank was saying.
But James' breathing was going wonky, and he could feel his hands starting to shake, so he shoved them in his pockets. He wanted to sink to the floor and sob. He wanted to shout for everyone to shut up for one bloody second.
But he was the optimist, the ray of sunshine. People depended on him to look at the glass half full. James had to be okay because he was always supposed to be okay. Right?
The awful pressure increased to a level that James feared he wouldn't be able to contain. The buzzing energy climbed up his chest and into his throat, tearing him apart. Just when he was positive he would burst, a dizzying fog washed over his brain, making his entire body go weak.
He needed to sit down. He needed to sit down right now, or he would collapse. James felt distant remorse for leaving a confused and annoyed Frank behind mid-conversation, but he was too weak and too far away in his brain to fully care.
James collapsed into an armchair, staring unseeingly down at the floor, feeling like he would never move again for the rest of his life. His body was leaden, an anchor at the bottom of the ocean.
People kept walking past, patting his shoulder and asking if he was okay, but he could only shake a half-hearted thumbs up in their direction. He wanted to tell everyone that no, he was not okay. He felt like he was drowning, dying, trapped in his mind, subjected to the continued torture of the heat and the lights and the noise.
But he couldn't speak. Just the thought of producing words was exhausting. He wanted to tell everyone to just stop talking to him and leave him alone, because their voices hurt. Why did everyone have to speak so loudly? But when he tried to talk, pain wrapped around his heart and squeezed, as if he would die if he uttered a single word, so he gave up on that altogether.
Soon, people assumed he was being an attention seeking prat yet again and left him be. They muttered under their breath about how dramatic James was. But how could he be looking for attention when all he wanted was to be alone?
He didn't know how long he sat there wishing for this nightmare to end, when he felt two cold hands gripping tightly to his wrists. The touch was immediately calming because it was firm with decisive pressure, and cool enough to take away the edge of his feverish skin.
"I'm going to get you out of here, okay?" A soft voice intoned. "Lily's gone to make sure the room is ready for you."
Regulus.
Regulus was here, and he was going to be okay.
James wanted to sink into Regulus' arms and his grounding touch, but he still couldn't move. So, he simply hoped the boy knew how grateful he was. Regulus muttered something under his breath, and an invisible barrier descended around them. A personal silencing charm just around James' armchair.
James felt such relief at the quiet, that a tear escaped from his eye and rolled down his cheek.
"I know, mon soleil," Regulus tutted. His boyfriend wiped his tear away with a firm hand and pressed his palm against James' face. If James could have leaned into the touch, he would have.
James heard rather than saw Lily join them. The task of processing his surroundings was too great, so he couldn't look up at her, unable to move his gaze from the spot on the floor.
"Everything's ready, Jamie," Lily murmured, careful not to disturb the silence. His boyfriend and his girlfriend always knew what to do when he got like this.
"Can you stand?"
James gave a jerky nod. Regulus and Lily supported either side of him and helped him shuffle towards the stairs. He must have looked in a right state, having to be pulled along like that. The world was still too far away for him to notice, but he heard his two partners dismissing everyone's concerns.
With their help, James stumbled up the stairs to his dorm. Sirius, Peter, and Remus were still partying, so it was quiet, especially with Lily's silencing charm keeping out the raucous noises of the party.
Lily had dimmed the lights, casting the room in a gentle glow. The tension in his shoulders unraveled slightly. Lily had set up silencing charms round his bed too, so he wouldn't have to hear his mates stumbling in later that night. She'd also put up his favorite galaxy charm above his bed. She knew it calmed him to watch the swirling stars.
Regulus laid down first on the bed, dragging James into the cradle of his arms and legs. Then, Lily laid directly on top of him, Regulus wrapping his arms around them both and squeezing tight. James instantly relaxed, feeling buoyed and supported by the steady pressure of them.
They laid there for some time, allowing James' mind to quiet and the clawing energy in his body to settle. Lily ran her fingers through Regulus' hair, while pressing firm kisses to James' collarbone, while Regulus held tightly to both of them, fingers stroking Lily's side.
Finally, James began to come out of it. He still couldn't speak, but he could move easier and at least make noises. And the first noise out of his mouth was a sob.
Lily and Regulus sat up, knowing that James could handle a gentler touch now. They ran soothing hands over him, brushing his hair back from his face and stroking his tear streaked cheeks.
"Baby, it's okay," Lily murmured, wiping his tears away. "We've got you. Let it out."
And James cried harder, glad to have the permission to let go. Regulus dragged his nails up and down James' back, whispering soothing words in French. Even though James didn't understand, Regulus knew that he liked hearing him speak French anyway. Lily peppered kisses over his face and ran her hands through his hair, and he knew he was safe.
But James still had an urge to hit. He could hit himself. Just a little. Just to make himself feel better. He raised his hand to smack the side of his head, but Lily and Regulus pushed his hand away.
"No, mon soleil. Not that."
"We don't want you hurting yourself, Jamie."
He cried in protest, but they guided him to punch the mattress, which he did until he felt better. James punched the bed and cried, loud and ugly, all the discomfort he'd felt for the past few hours bubbling to the surface.
Slowly, he calmed, sobs subsiding into little whimpers, and his partners held him through it. After, he felt exhausted and boneless, all the energy and stress zapped from him. Lily and Regulus laid him back onto the pillows, snuggling close.
James tucked his nose into Lily's throat, breathing in the scent of her, and Regulus curled around his back. He blinked up at the galaxy swirling above them, feeling safe and supported by the two people he loved.
He couldn't speak now, but in the morning, James would thank them. He would tell Regulus and Lily how much he loved them and how much he appreciated them for helping him through this. He knew they would wave away his gratitude, but James felt it overtake his heart. He knew how lucky he was to have people to take care of him. He sighed, and his eyes fluttered, growing closer to sleep.
He loved Regulus and Lily. And he was so grateful to have them.
prongsfoot fluff microfic
drunk prongsfoot first kiss, unrequited wolfstar, light angst
this plot bunny would not go away. It might even become a little series? idk we'll see what happens.
"James," Sirius hisses, voice straining. "Come on, mate. Help me out here."
James couldn't stop giggling.
He often felt like that after drinking, like everything in the world was just so funny, how could he not laugh along? And he certainly was drunk tonight. He and Sirius had gone out together, taking shots like there was no tomorrow. But the bubbly, bouyant feeling in James' chest may not have been from the alcohol, but from Sirius' arm around his middle.
"I had such a good night," James sighed, delighted to be here with his best mate in the whole world feeling drunk, and happy, and invincible.
He loved how he always felt invincible when he was with Sirius.
"That's great, Prongs, but could you pick up your feet?"
Sirius was just as sloshed as James, but James always tended to get floppy when he was drunk. They swayed up to the front door of the house, pressed together hip to hip, Sirius holding onto James' waist, and James was buzzing from the warm point of contact.
After dropping them twice, James finally managed to get the keys into the lock. However, the door was finicky, and in his addled state, he couldn't twist and unlock it properly.
"Bollocks," James cursed. "Bloody door."
"Here," Sirius murmured, reaching over him.
Sirius took the keys from James' grasp, brushing over his fingers and sending goosebumps up his arm. It must have been the cold night breeze. Sirius leaned in closer to maneuver the sticky lock, invading James' space.
James traced the line of Sirius' jaw with his gaze, desperately wanting to know what it felt like under his lips. From this close, James could count the freckles on Sirius' ear, blow warm breath across his neck, and breathe in his scent of spearmint and eucalyptus.
He was captivated by the curl of dark hair currently falling over Sirius' brow, which was furrowed in concentration as he fiddled with the door. What would it be like to brush the hair from his face? To take those soft pink lips with his own…
With a great heave, Sirius finally got the door unstuck and the two boys tumbled forward into their front room, the door slamming behind them. They landed in heap of tangled of limbs, James on his back, and Sirius half on top of him, his curls hanging into James' face. James dissolved into hooting laughter, guffawing from the ridiculousness of it all.
"Prongs, shhhh!" Sirius shushed him with a hand over his mouth, but he was holding back giggles of his own, face flushed red with mirth. "Shh, Remus and Pete are sleeping."
James tried to respond, but Sirius still had his hand over his mouth, which caused them both to erupt into barely contained sniggers, grinning like idiots.
"What were you going to say?" Sirius giggled, moving his hand down so that James could speak, but keeping a finger on James' bottom lip.
"Who cares if they're sleeping! They should have come out to celebrate with us."
James and Sirius liked to go out sometimes to celebrate on random Fridays, just to commemorate the start of the weekend. Peter and Remus valued their sleep too much to go out with Sirius and James every weekend.
"Nah, it's better like this," Sirius whispered, his gaze roaming James' face.
James looked up at Sirius, his pale skin glowing in the moonlight, smiling down at James like he was the only thing in the world. James felt that same bubbly effervescence in his veins, and he didn't care whether it was the alcohol or not.
Invincible.
"Yeah, Pete can't hold his liquor for shit."
Sirius sniggered, laughing so hard that his whole body was shaking from trying to stay quiet. He swayed forward, resting his mouth on his fingers, which were still on James' lips. Sirius' warm breath whooshed over his tongue, and James tried to drink it in. Sirius tipped forward even more, until he was giggling into James' mouth, grazing his tongue, and smiling against James' bottom lip.
And every touch, every breath, every connection sent electricity humming through James' veins.
Sirius.
Invincible.
James surged upward, meeting Sirius's tongue with his own, moving his lips over his, and inhaling his scent like it was oxygen. He kissed Sirius so hard that the other boy fell back until James hovered over him, devouring Sirius' mouth like it was his last meal.
It was Sirius.
His Sirius, and they were kissing. His best mate, but they didn't feel so friendly any more.
Their noses knocked together as they pressed impossibly closer, sharing heat and breath, and this- this was better than being drunk, James decided.
Sirius Black was his own personal drug.
He needed him more than anything. More than everything.
James took Sirius' bottom lip between his teeth, pulling back slowly, enjoying the keening moan that left Sirius. He placed his lips on Sirius' throat, tracing it with sloppy, open-mouthed kisses, and it was better than he'd imagined.
"Wait," Sirius said, out of breath and chest heaving. "We can't."
The words didn't register, and James continued his ministrations underneath Sirius jaw, because he wanted nothing more than to swallow him whole and be swallowed in return. But Sirius pushed on his shoulders. "We can't, James. You're drunk. We're drunk."
James pulled back, dazed and wanting nothing more than to have Sirius Black under his hands and in his mouth once again. "Drunk?" James pouted, petulantly.
"Yes, James," Sirius sat up on his elbow, pushing James out of the way to do the same. "We're drunk. We're not thinking straight."
James looked at Sirius, the angles and planes of his face, the smoothness of his skin, that mane of raven hair that James wanted to tangle his fingers in and never let go.
"Nope, not straight at all," James murmured.
Sirius gaped at him for a moment, letting out a surprised chuckle. Then he surged forward to capture his lips once again.
It was like Sirius couldn't help himself. He hummed into the kiss, reaching up to card his fingers through James' hair. Sirius gave a gentle tug on the strands, and James felt it all the way to the base of his spine, moaning wantonly into Sirius' mouth.
"Fuck, James," Sirius groaned, the noise only spurring him on.
Sirius moved to put a knee between James' legs, and the pressure was so exquisite James thought he would combust right there. He let out a whine, grabbing at hips, clothes and skin, clutching Sirius closer.
The light turned on then, a voice breaking them from their hormone cloud. "Prongs? Padf--"
Remus stood in the hallway in his pajamas, squinting from the light, and probably from the confusing scene in front of him. James bit his lip, wanting to laugh again, but when he looked closer, he realized that Remus wasn't confused, he was horrified. Frowning, James looked to Sirius, who was flushed and anguished.
Sirius pushed off of James, sitting up and allowing a rush of cold air to slip between them.
"Remus," Sirius said, guilty and pleading.
Remus said nothing, face stony. He just turned and went back to his room. Sirius buried his face in his hands, while James watched on, bewildered, his drunken buzz going silent.
@sapphicmicrofics nobleflower angst (dark mark prompt)
"Cissy..." Alice hisses, tears threatening to spill.
Narcissa hates the disappointment in her face, hates the disapproving slant of her brows, hates the expression that says she's too far gone for saving.
Alice used to look at her like she was worthy. Like she was redeemable. So much so, that Narcissa had almost believed it.
She needs Alice to see her that way again.
"But I didn't get it!" Narcissa pulls up her sleeve for proof. Her creamy skin is unmarred. "I didn't get the mark, Al."
"You may as well have!" Alice shouts angrily. "You're letting that... that maniac stay in your house!"
"It's only for a little while... Lucius says-"
"Lucius?! Why are you still letting him run your life?"
"Alice..."
The silence stretches uncomfortably for a moment too long.
"Oh, Merlin. You're never going to leave are you?" Alice's eyes are wide, staring at Narcissa like she could disappear any second.
"I- I will. I want to. I- Alice, listen, I can't just-"
Alice shakes her head, and the tears roll down her cheeks, brown eyes glistening. She gives Narcissa a tiny smile, one of resignation.
"I keep thinking you'll change, but you never do."
Narcissa's throat burns with tears, but she keeps her face cold, expressionless like she's been taught. "Al..." she croaks.
Alice leans in and kisses Narcissa, just a gentle press of lips, a token, something that she can keep for later to remember her by. Alice lingers, eyes closed to take in the moment, but Narcissa doesn't look away for a second. She desperately tries to memorize the slope of her lips, the dark flutter of lashes on flushed cheeks, the curl of hair resting across Alice's forehead.
"I wish we could have been different," Alice whispers.
Narcissa always knew that they were destined to crash and burn, she just didn't know that it would hurt like this.
prongsfoot smut~ read part 3 here!
cw: sexual content, frottage, face fucking, praise kink, possessiveness, biting
James was not waiting up for Sirius.
He wasn't.
It's just that his brain was having trouble understanding that he needed to be asleep this instant. He didn't want to be awake while Sirius and Remus had… whatever discussion they were having. At the sound of Sirius knocking on Remus' door, James had put a pillow over his head. Either to drown out the sound or suffocate him, whichever happened first.
His mind was going around in circles.
He wanted to curse his stupid drunk brain for kissing Sirius like that. Except, he couldn't regret having tasted him. And now he knew…
Sirius wanted him.
James was ecstatic and his heart was singing. All this time, James hadn't dared to let his feelings get out of control. But Sirius wanting him too? It felt too good to be true. And wasn't it just? Because there was Remus.
James had never been much good at sharing.
And sharing Sirius Black… well, James couldn't promise that he'd be fair about it. But if that was what Sirius wanted… He would take him anyway he could have him. Whatever Sirius wanted from him, that's what James would give. Unconditionally.
So, when he heard the door to Remus' room open and shut, heard feet pad down the hall to his room, heard Sirius tentatively call out to him, he scrambled out of his bed like it was on fire, throwing open the door to see a wide-eyed Sirius Black.
"I don't want Remus," Sirius said, gaze roaming James' face like he would disappear any second.
"No?" James whispered.
"No." Sirius affirmed. He took a breath steeling himself for his next statement, but he didn't say anything else.
"What did you talk about?" James had to know. Before anything else happened he had to know. It wasn't like it would change much, as saying no to Sirius had never been his strong suit. But he couldn't live with not knowing.
"We talked about how I'm a flirt, James. I'm a shameless fucking flirt." Sirius exhaled shakily, but his gaze didn't waver from James'. "And we talked about how you're the only one that I want. You're the only one that I… that I need, and I can't live without."
"Really?"
"Really. I was scared before. Honestly, I still am. But it's you and me. We're all or nothing. And I want it all."
"Sirius," James breathed, stepping closer until their lips were barely touching. "You're-- I-- you just--I love--"
Sirius smiled, bringing his hand up to trace his fingers over James' jaw, sending shivers down his spine.
"I know, Jamie. I know."
James crashed their lips together, feeling like he wanted to crawl out of his body to live inside Sirius forever. The sensation should have scared him, but snogging the daylights out of Sirius was the perfect outlet. In the past, he'd expressed his devotion through catering to Sirius' every whim. Even if that meant hexing people for his amusement.
This was a much better use of their time.
Sirius pushed James back by the shoulders, and James let out a pitiful whine. "Hey, I'm not drunk anymore. Are you? I want you clear-headed for this."
James felt his abdomen heat at the thought of for this. After waiting an hour for Sirius to figure shit out, he was definitely sober. And he was as clear-headed as he could be in front of Sirius Black. James shook his head.
"Good." Sirius charged forward, shutting the door, and marching James backward until he fell onto his bed, Sirius hovering above him, his raven curls a curtain around their faces. Sirius had wanted this for so long. He just hadn't known how to let himself have it.
He bent down to kiss James long, and slow before pulling back to gaze at him. Sure, the two of them were an explosive pair, but Sirius would gladly burn if it meant he could have James Potter under him again.
"Fuck," Sirius cursed, running his hands over James' arms and chest. "I was so stupid not to have done this sooner."
"You always were bad at letting yourself have nice things."
Sirius laughed, leaning down to kiss the smirk off of James' mouth. He shimmied his hips down to grind against James'.
"Fuck you."
"Yes, please," James whined.
And at that, whatever control the two of them had been holding onto snapped. There was no one else, nothing else but James, James, James. James and his beautiful plump lips. James and the lines and ridges of muscle along his shoulders. James and the delicious moans he made as Sirius lifted one of James' legs up around his hip to grind their erections together.
Sirius drinks in every sound that James makes, refusing to break the kiss as they move together. When he feels James' hand travel down to give his arse a squeeze, Sirius decides that he simply must get as close to James as possible. He sits up to rip off his shirt as well as James' before diving back in and mouthing at the other man's jaw.
He presses their chests together, licking in the hollow of James' throat, running his nose along his collar bone, sucking bruises onto his skin so that everyone would know: Sirius Black was here. Sirius was here, and James is his.
"Fuck," James gasps, his voice high and reedy. Sirius glows at the sound. "Fuck, Sirius. I don't want to come in my pants."
Before he realizes it, James' other leg is thrown up around his hip, and the two are rutting together with abandon. Sirius groans at the friction, rolling his hips, while James thrusts up, grabbing his arse for leverage.
James has his head thrown back, groaning Sirius' name like a promise. All the while, Sirius grinds against him, chanting "mine, mine, mine" into James' sweat slick skin like a prayer.
Sirius slows down to a gentle roll of his hips, giving James a breather, but not wanting to stop completely. Now that he's had James like this, he's not sure he'll ever be able to go back.
"What do you want?" Sirius asks, grey eyes smoldering.
James closes his eyes, whimpering.
Sirius does another slow roll of his hips, leaning down to whisper in the other man's ear. "Words, baby."
"I want to suck you off!" James looks up at him with big brown eyes wide beneath his glasses. He had his bottom lip in his mouth, glossy from their sloppy kisses.
"You do?"
"Please?"
And how could Sirius say no to that?
James had been wanting to have Sirius in his mouth for a very, very long time. So, now that Sirius was sat on the edge of the bed before him, completely nude and James much the same, he could hardly believe it. He placed his hands on Sirius' thighs, and lowered his mouth.
When James' lips wrapped around his length, Sirius released a plaintive groan that spurred James on. He bobbed his head, pulling on his own prick at the sounds Sirius was making above him. James hollowed his cheeks and focused on taking Sirius deeper, loving the feel of the other man's hands in his hair guiding him along.
James let his hands glide along Sirius' thighs and up to his waist, squeezing and touching, wanting everything that Sirius had to give him.
Sirius.
James wanted to give everything he had to Sirius. He took him even further into his mouth, relishing in the tightening of Sirius' fingers against his scalp and the ragged moans leaving his lips.
Invincible.
Every time he thought he was close enough to Sirius, he just wanted to get even closer. James needed to consume and be consumed by Sirius. He wanted Sirius to have him--to have all of him.
"Sirius," James gasped after pulling off his dick with a pop. "I want you to fuck my face."
Sirius gaped at him. "Are you sure?"
But James had already taken Sirius back into his mouth, placing Sirius' hands into his hair, so he nodded and hummed his assent, looking up through his eyelashes at Sirius like a debauched angel. James continued his bobbing, picking up the pace, and encouraging Sirius when he bucked his hips or tightened his fingers in James' hair.
"You want me to fuck your face, baby?" Sirius asked again.
James moaned and nodded, diving into Sirius' lap, Sirius reaching the back of his throat. Sirius choked out a moan before grabbing James' hair, and setting an unrelenting pace.
"Fuck."
James relaxed immediately. Letting Sirius use him for his pleasure, his senses heady with the feeling of having Sirius in him, under him, above him, and all around him. James groaned, something in his abdomen curling tighter as he wanked himself to the rhythm of Sirius' thrusts into his mouth.
Sirius was lost in the wet sounds of James choking on his cock. He brought James' head further down his length on every stroke, until James' nose was pressed into his pelvis. Sirius shouted out James' name up to the ceiling, and James only snuggled closer to him, wanking himself faster.
"That's it, Jamie. Yes. So good. You feel so good. You're taking my cock so well, baby."
So, Sirius fucked into James' mouth, petting his hair, lovingly wiping tears from his cheeks, and groaning out praises. "Look at you. You're perfect." Sirius held James to his pelvis for a moment, grinding into his throat before releasing him to let him breathe. "You're perfect for me."
James moaned much louder this time, one of his hands shooting up to Sirius' chest. Sirius held his hand there, wanting to feel James under his fingertips.
"You like that?" Sirius murmured and James moaned again. "You like being perfect just for me?"
Sirius picked up his thrusting again, one hand in James' hair, the other keeping James hand on his chest. "You're just for me, aren't you?" James' other hand was flying over his own prick, while Sirius continued to fuck sloppily into James' throat. "You're mine, James. This is mine. All mine."
Sirius was so consumed with James, James, James, he needed something else, something more to be able to hold onto all of James, to be able to be a part of James the way James had always been a part of him. Sirius gripped onto James' hand, holding it more firmly to his chest.
"You're mine," Sirius said again, before biting down on James' wrist.
James came immediately, moaning around his length, as Sirius came down his throat. Sirius held James' wrist in his mouth, suckling at it to soothe the ache of his bite. James pulled off of him, and rested his head on Sirius' thigh. Sirius ran his finger through his hair.
When they had both calmed down, James looked up at him, eyes twinkling. "You bit me."
Sirius grimaced. "I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. I just--"
"I liked it," James smirked up at him before inspecting the bite mark on his wrist. Sirius hadn't broken skin, but it would leave distinctly teeth shaped bruises.
Sirius grinned. "Then maybe I'll bite you again sometime."
"Yes," James whimpered. And then they were kissing again.
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prongsfoot endgame, unrequited wolfstar angst
Remus was pacing back and forth in his room, fists pressed to his eyes. Wishing that he could erase the memory of Sirius and James from his brain.
Remus isn't stupid.
Anyone could see that James and Sirius were… close.
And as their friend, he knew that better than anyone. But somehow Remus had gotten the idea that he and Sirius could be something, that they were on their way to that. Sirius' smoldering gaze on him when they went out dancing. A flirtatious smile. Embraces that lingered longer than usual.
Naïve. He'd been so naïve to think…
A timid knock at the door, and it was Sirius, of course, but he didn't even bother responding. He just kept pacing and wondering how he could have been so stupid to think that Sirius was doing anything other than having a little bit of fun. He'd seen him do it before with countless other people: a little harmless flirting to pass the time.
Another knock at the door. "Remus?" Sirius' voice was muffled, but he could still hear the pity.
Angry, hurt, and annoyed, Remus swung the door open to reveal Sirius Black staring up at him with sorrowful eyes. And what did it say about Remus that he couldn't help but sigh and let him in?
Sirius ducked inside, as if afraid that Remus would change his mind and slam the door on him. And that's what he should have done. Remus should have told Sirius to go away and toy with someone else's emotions. But he didn't. He let Sirius inside his room and they just stared at each other in silence, because Remus was a glutton for punishment.
After a few moments Remus finally spoke. "What do you want?"
Sirius took a deep breath. "I'm sorry."
Remus clenched his jaw. "What are you sorry for?"
Sirius squeezed his eyes shut as if he'd hoped that he wouldn't have say it explicitly. But no, if Remus suffered, Sirius would too.
"I shouldn't have…" Sirius bit his lip, blowing out a heavy breath. "The kiss just happened. I didn't expect it. And I didn't know that James and I were… I didn't know he felt that way about me."
"You didn't know?" Remus scoffed.
"No!" Sirius exclaimed, eyes wide. "Honestly, Remus. I didn't know."
And it should have made it better, should have made the burning behind his sternum dissipate. But it didn't matter because Remus had known. Remus had seen how the pair looked at each other. He had witnessed it their entire childhood. And he had still allowed himself to flirt with Sirius. He'd still allowed himself to be pulled into his hypnotizing orbit.
"So, what about me?"
"You?" Sirius whispered, eyes glittering with unshed tears.
"Yes." He ground out. "Were you flirting with me just to pass the time? Just for shits and giggles? To bide your time until James made the first move?"
"No! No, I-- I did it because I wanted to. Because-- because I liked-- liked seeing you blush, and--"
"So, to embarrass me then?"
"No, Remus! I--" Sirius looked at him like he was working out a puzzle in his head: confused, intrigued, and realization as the pieces finally fell into place.
"I like you," Sirius continued, his hands clasped tight in front of him. "I do like you. And I-- I-- but James-- James is--"
"You can be just friends with me," Remus interrupted, voice abrupt and matter-of-fact, "but you can't be just friends with James. You can't be just anything with him."
Sirius' eyes were swimming in tears, and he gave a sharp nod in agreement.
And even though Remus was the one to say it, his heart still dropped. He couldn't deny that he'd wished Sirius had disagreed with him. Told him that the one he couldn't be just friends with was Remus. Told him that he didn't want to let him go.
But that was the truth:
For Sirius, James Potter could never be just anything. He was everything.
Even if Remus and Sirius gave it a go, Sirius would have to have James too. He could never give him up. And Remus didn't want that. He couldn't handle that.
"Yeah," Sirius whispered, gaze falling to the floor between them, a single tear dropping to the rug. And Remus couldn't watch him cry. Not over this, not when he was the one who wanted to fall apart.
"Don't worry about it," Remus willed his voice to stay steady for a little longer. "I get it."
And he did get it. He'd spent his time flirting with other people hoping they would make him feel like Sirius did. How could he really be angry, when he'd known all along that it would end up this way?
But that didn't stop the ache in his chest from spreading and taking up residence in his belly: morphing into the kind of ugly jealousy that grew tentacles and claws to pull you under, to keep you close. He turned away from Sirius, not wanting to look at him that way, not wanting the jealousy to make him hate his best friends.
"You do?" Sirius whispered.
"Just get out," Remus croaked, voice wobbling precariously.
He squeezed his eyes closed, waiting for what felt like hours, hearing the door click shut, and feeling the cold stillness of Sirius' absence.
Regulus Black takes pride in knowing how to ruffle his opponents. He's spent years honing his skill, studying his enemies, and using their own weaknesses against them. Usually weaknesses they didn't even know they had.
It meant that he could win any argument, which often resulted in tears (though never his own). Students at Hogwarts didn't mess with him because they knew they would lose, and nothing ever came to a duel, because one round of verbal sparring, and Regulus had already won.
He was quick witted, sharp, and no one could best him.
That was until he met James Potter.
It was strange to Regulus that the bumbling git Potter could ever be the one to leave him speechless, but there they were in potions class, and this man was not at all what he had expected.
He'd seen Potter gallivanting in the halls with his band of idiots (his daft brother included) and had thought there was nothing going on in that boy's head.
And it was true, his potions knowledge was abysmal, but the way James looked at him sent strange shivers down his spine. Regulus wondered what kind of crazy spell he'd cast that would make his heart race and his palms sweat too.
"You have to crush it, not slice it," Regulus said, watching with bated breath as James handled the ingredients of their potion.
"I was going for a creative interpretation of the text."
Regulus didn't know what deity he'd pissed off to be saddled with James bloody Potter in potions class, but he figured it was too late to start counting his karma now.
"If you want to lose your head, by all means get creative with the instructions," Regulus waved his hand over the bubbling cauldron in front of them. "That's actually a great idea. Why don't I stand over there, and you forget the recipe altogether?"
James looked up from the mortar and pestle with a large smile. His eyes were sparkling behind his glasses, which perched precariously at the end of his nose, tendrils of unruly hair flopping in front of his face. Regulus had the most peculiar urge to push his hair back and right his spectacles.
He scolded himself immediately. There was no way he wanted to touch James Potter. His glasses could fall into the cauldron for all he cared.
The older boy's smile turned into a sly smirk, and he gazed at Regulus for far longer than was polite.
"What are you grinning at, Potter?"
"You're smart."
"Yes, I know. As for you, I don't know how you've made it this far."
James laughed, those damn brown eyes twinkling at him again, and Merlin if he wasn't careful, he'd surely lose those glasses.
Regulus was caught off guard by James' reaction. Regulus was insulting him. He was being pompous and self-centered and controlling. Shouldn't he be angry with him? Regulus watched James suspiciously from the corner of his eye, but the boy kept smiling and preparing their potions ingredients.
"And you're pretty."
Regulus felt his face go hot, and he spluttered for a moment, scrambling for something witty to say.
"Why don't you tell your girlfriend that?"
Why would James Potter tell him that he was pretty when he'd been chasing Lily Evans for years? No, they weren't dating, but she'd wake up and see what a catch James was eventually.
Or-- well--Regulus just meant…
Oh, bloody hell.
"Oh, she knows," James said. "We talk about how pretty you are all the time."
Regulus' stomach clenched and his face burned even hotter. Lily Evans was talking about him? He swallowed hard and tried to look normal, act normal after this strange turn in conversation, but James had turned back to the cauldron, leaving Regulus spinning in his thoughts.
That was the first time James had bested him, and Regulus was determined for it to be the last. He was a Black for goodness sake! Making people scared of him was in his blood. He wasn't going to let any Gryffindor get into his head ever again.
Regulus, however, had never gone toe-to-toe with Lily Evans.
When Lily found him in the library, he could hardly even think. She was prettier up close than any time he'd glimpsed her from across the corridor. And she was so sure of herself, walking right up to his table and sitting herself down across from him without an invitation. Normally, Regulus would say something snarky and derisive about wanting his personal space. But how could he think of something rude to say when she pinned him with that beautiful green-eyed gaze and smirked at him like she knew something he didn't. He was struck speechless.
Regulus was never speechless.
She quirked an eyebrow, and Regulus realized he'd been staring too long.
"He's been flirting with me!" He blurted, panicked. "Whatever it is, it's not my fault."
Lily smiled, and Regulus knew he'd just let yet another Gryffindor get the best of him.
"And did you like it?" She asked, batting her eyelashes.
Regulus' heart pounded. What was happening? Was he dreaming? Was this some kind of trick?
"What?"
"Did you like it?" Lily leaned in, and her perfume floated across the table. "Did you flirt back?"
"I wouldn't even know how." Regulus wanted to slap a hand over his mouth. He couldn't say that to Lily Evans! To the girl that James liked. To the girl that Regulus-- that-- well, Regulus…
Oh, bloody hell.
"Lucky for you James likes that kind of thing," Lily smirked at him. "And so do I."
Regulus felt his breath catch in his throat, speechless once again. Lily raked him over with her gaze, and he felt undone and exposed. Lily Evans was powerful like that: a storm that raged through and stripped you down to your most essential parts. It was simultaneously thrilling and terrifying.
"Don't you worry your pretty little head, sweetheart. You don't have to impress me." Lily's eyes sparkled mischievously.
"I- I don't?" He wanted to. Merlin, he wanted to be the kind of person who could impress Lily Evans.
"I can do enough flirting for the three of us. You just be your lovely self."
"The three of us?" Regulus must have been confused. Mistaken.
Lily just sent him a wink before standing and sauntering out of the library. Regulus slumped back into his chair. He had no idea what was going on, but he thought he liked it.
Jegulily angst
guys, I wrote another sad one, whoops
It was two in the morning when Lily woke to find a ribbon of light shining from beneath the closet door.
Her heart anchored into her stomach, and she was wide awake in an instant. It had been 2 months, 3 weeks, and 5 days since they'd had a night like this. Secretly, she'd hoped they had gotten past it. But some demons were hard to exorcise.
Lily slipped from the bed, her feet silent on the wood floor as she crossed the room.
"James!" she hissed, shaking him awake.
"Wha-" James startled, blinking up at her.
But when Lily tilted her head to the closet door, he sobered quickly. They stood together outside of the closet, knocking to let Regulus know they were out there.
He didn't always answer right away. Sometimes, he'd keep the door locked until morning and when he emerged, he'd refuse any comfort. But Lily and James stayed up with him no matter what. Whether he opened the door or not, they were there.
"Reg, sweetheart. Open up, please," James coaxed.
The silencing charm fell, and they heard a sniffle and a thin voice from behind the door.
"I'm alright."
Lily hated when he sounded like this. Like he was trying his hardest just to not break apart. She preferred him any other way: cold, superior, terse. Never like this.
"It's okay to not be alright, love. We just wanna be here for you."
A tense silence followed, with more sniffling and hushed sobs. Lily found it troubling how he locked himself in there when his mother had often used it as punishment. He still got nightmares sometimes. About his mother, about being tutored by his cousin Bellatrix, and about being trapped as the Black family heir with no way out.
Finally, the lock clicked, and the closet door opened a crack to reveal Regulus' pale and tearstained face.
He looked so small that Lily didn't even think before crawling to him and gathering him into her arms.
"Oh, sweetheart." James joined them too, tucking himself against Regulus' back and nuzzling his nose into his neck.
Regulus was shaking from head to toe, and Lily rubbed her hands up and down his arms to remind him that they were there. They were there and they weren't going anywhere.
"I don't deserve it. I don't deserve this."
"Yes, you do," Lily said firmly. "We love you so much and you deserve every bit of it."
She pressed kisses into his hair, wishing that she could get him to believe it. She knew what it was like to live in a family that didn't love you for who you were. A family that was trying to put you into boxes where you didn't fit. It was different of course, not violent. But she and Regulus had always seen themselves in each other. They had both spent so much time contorting themselves to be what they thought everyone wanted, that it resulted in estrangement from the people that they loved most: their siblings.
"She said... she said that..." Regulus spluttered between heaving breaths. "I- I was bad, and…"
"She's wrong, Regulus." James assured him. "She's a liar, and she never deserved having such a wonderful son."
"You're not bad," Lily smoothed her hands down his cheeks, wiping away tears. "You're good. You're so good, I promise."
"I want to," Regulus sobbed. "I want to be good."
"You are, sweetheart. You are."
He didn't believe it yet, but James and Lily would tell Regulus every day until he did.
