@jegulus-microfic 23th April - Resist
Word count: 284
(AU: no Voldemort, housemates)
James is often described as an open book. Caring, sweet, happy, cheerful, impulsive. There's just one chapter of him, that he's ripped out and tucked carefully into the covers, so nobody would know.
James is not known well for resisting temptations. When they were at school, he never passed on an opportunity to prank someone, he never resisted the desire to go out and have fun with his friends. He never held in the words of love for his friends.
But there's one thing he resists, one thing that is written in that one secret chapter - Regulus. James is hopelessly in love with his best friend's brother and now housemate, and he's resisting the urge to hug him, to kiss him, to hold him, and to whisper sweet words into his ear.
It's hard to resist, when Regulus is so cute. It's hard to resist, when he has just warmed up to James, and started acting comfortable. When he lays on James's legs on the sofa in their living room and reads. When he sits on the kitchen counter and watches James cook.
What is the hardest to resist is when both he and Regulus can't sleep at night, and they meet in the kitchen, drink tea, and have whispered conversations.
But James is a strong man. He smiles at Regulus, he lets Regulus do what he wants, and he keeps his desires hidden.
Until he doesn't.
Until he finds Regulus silently crying in the kitchen one of those nights.
Until Regulus sobs into his arms, mumbling something about James not liking him.
That is when James finally stops resisting, hugs Regulus tightly, and whispers a declaration of his love into Regulus's ear.
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Suburban Legends
Ice hockey!James Potter x fem!reader
Summary: James tries to teach you how to Ice Skate.
Genre: Fluff, smidge of hurt and comfort
Warnings: muggle au, swearing, James is an asshole sometimes, arguments, jealousy, insecurities
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James Potter can be a complete prick. He never means to, not really, but he can be.
You had told him you'd never been ice skating, and he had been visibly appalled. "You're dating a hockey player and you've never been skating?" he'd reprimanded, as if dating him was your one mission in life.
You'd rolled your eyes for the fifth time that day, already annoyed by his attitude, but as he ties the laces of your skates now—his shaggy dark hair falling in front of his eyes—you hide a smile.
He looks up, patting your skates, and grins. "There you go, all done," he stands and pulls you up with him. You wobble shakily on the blades, and James smiles at you fondly. A few of his friends chuckle as you hold onto his arm as he moves towards the rink.
"Honey, don't bend your ankles," he says.
You shoot him a glare. "I'm not doing it on purpose," you say, continuing to hide a smile as you hold onto him tighter, "prick." James laughs as he gently guides you out onto the rink.
The very moment your blades hit the ice, your balance becomes all wonky, and you panic, almost sliding from under James's arms. It's his turn to hide a smile as he pulls you up and glides effortlessly in front of you.
He takes your hands and slowly skates backwards as he looks down at your skates. "Okay, don't you worry, darlin', I won't let you fall," he turns to watch as his friends step onto the ice easily, "Here, look at how Lils does it."
Lily Evans skates next to you, her auburn hair falling over her shoulders, and you watch her. She looks so elegant, and jealousy sits in your stomach. You try to mimic her movements for a while with James being as patient as ever.
Occasionally, he catches you a few times so you don't fall, and you feel hopeless at this. You feel even more helpless when James's teammates and friends call out to him and ask him to skate with them.
They tease him, and he turns to them with a smirk, holding your hands, but you know he wants to join them. "You can go, Jamie, I'll be okay," you say, and you mean it. James looks unsure.
Lily adds, "I'll watch over her, Potter."
Finally, James nods and skates over to his friends. He wraps his arms around them as they act like little schoolboys on the playground. You're truly fine with James having his fun, and anyway, you don't have time to worry about him as you almost trip on your blades, and Lily catches your arm.
It feels like hours pass as your feet start to ache. You've gained a little more confidence and have moved away from the wall, but you still grip onto Lily's hand as she skates with you.
Sometimes, James sneaks up on you to twirl you around. When he does this, you smack his chest as you steady yourself and warn him not to do that again. He didn't listen, and by the third time, it wasn't funny anymore.
You really, really didn't want to fall.
Suddenly, you hear laughter before large hands grip your waist and scoop you up, higher than the previous times. James's laughter drowns out Lily's protest as you squeal. Your boyfriend turns you around, and with a little too much momentum, drops you on the ice again.
You gasp as your feet slide under him, and his smile disappears as you crash to the ground. James spreads his legs so he doesn't hit you with his blades, and you slip forward, almost crashing into the wall behind him. You hear amused laughter from James's friends.
"Shit, are you okay?" James asks quickly, his voice small, as he skates up to you again and this time helps you up with gentler hands. Your own hands hurt from the ice, and your eyes water as you feel everyone staring at you.
It was embarrassing enough to be so bad at something so important to someone you love, but this was humiliating.
Luckily, you'd fallen close enough to the exit of the rink that you could grip the wall and pull yourself out. Quickly, James is behind you as he attempts to take your hand as you walk towards the bench. Your jeans are wet, and when you sit down, you wince from how much your ass hurts.
Silently, you start to unlace your skates as the tears fall. James kneels down and covers your hands with his as he tries to stop you. "Honey, I'm sorry," he says, but you just glare at him. If he had puppy ears, they would be fully laying on his head now.
"I asked you to stop," you sniff sadly and wipe at your tears, "Why didn't you listen?"
James's heart aches, "I'm sorry," he whispers again and looks at you sincerely. "I am so sorry. That was a jerk move, love. Please, come back out onto the rink," James is begging now, and you shake your head.
"No," you say. James looks crestfallen. You look up and see that his friends have gathered around the entrance to the rink and are staring at you both. That makes you feel worse as you drop your skates and slip on your sneakers. You don't even lace them as you stand and rush out to the car.
Tears sting your eyes when you remember you'd both taken James' car and it's locked. Hopelessly, you lean against the passenger door and bury your face in your hands. A few minutes later, you hear a familiar beep as James unlocks the car.
You look up. James is carrying his skates in his hand as he walks over. His friends aren't behind him, and you feel slightly shitty as he walks up, pops open the trunk, and slides his skates inside. He doesn't speak when he closes the trunk and comes over to you. He wraps you in his arms.
You melt into his touch, cheeks burning as you press your nose into his chest. James cups your cheeks. "I'm a prick. I'm sorry. You're allowed to be mad. You told me to stop, and I didn't listen to you," he says as he strokes your hair. "Can you forgive me, lovely?"
You pull away and look at your incredibly stupid, adorable boyfriend. You want to be madder than you are, but it's so hard to be cross with James when he's wrapped his strong arms around you.
You chew on your lip, "I just wanna be good at this—like all your friends," you confess, "I thought you would like me more if I was," you finish and look away.
James frowns and takes your chin in his hand again, "What did you just say?"
You continue to chew on your lip, "You'd like me more if I was. You'd take me on cute ice skating dates, and we'd look cute and—"
James cuts you off with a loud laugh. "What are you on about, Y/n?" he runs his thumb over your lip and then kisses your nose, "Your ice skating skills have nothing, and I mean, nothing to do with why I like you. Why I love you."
Your head snaps up at the words. I love you. You hadn't said I love you yet, and your heart starts pounding in your chest. "You love me?" you whisper, wanting confirmation.
You half expect James to backpedal, to become flustered and panicked, and make up some elaborate excuse as to how his brain had forced his mouth to utter words that sounded like I love you.
Instead, he nods and cups your cheek in his larger hand, "Mmhm," he smiles fondly, "I love you." You feel warmth spread in your stomach, and all your frustration towards him disappears.
You fully melt in his arms now. "I love you too," you say after a moment, and James's shoulders visibly relax.
"I was scared you weren't gonna say it," he mutters, sounding genuinely concerned. You roll your eyes at him but lean up to kiss his mouth anyways.
"You're an idiot," you tell him in between kisses, a wide smile on your face, "But you're my idiot."
Yes, James Potter can happen to act like a complete prick, but at the end of the day, that never matters because he's yours.
Your love.
The person you love the most and who loves you the most.
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an absolute win for the transmasc community 🙇
ngl I'm a sucker for sickfics and would love to read anything involving Remus looking after an ill reader who's neck deep in homework and refuses to take a break. maybe they fall asleep in the library, maybe they grumble about not being able to taste anything at breakfast, i dont know, take any creative liberties you'd like 😌
Oh i actually love you, i was thinking about writing earlier and this is the perfect excuse 😭 thank you my love
idk why i started off so angry at the start, i was trying to make him seem frustrated 😔/swearing/author cannot write for shit ☹️☹️/the layout is weird but if i don't do it in bulletpoints it'll be worse 🌚/author is British don't even start with me. 'Bollocking isnt British slang' WELL I USE IT OK 😕😕/not proof read, might go back and tweak it but i doubt it, sorry my love/do these warnings make me sound like a dick? ☹️
Remus Lupin x ill transmasc reader
Obviously you had to get ill now. Absolutely fucking brilliant.
You were absolutely balls deep in work that will not help you in the future whatsoever. Which is really a punch in the face cause you don't even have balls
Remus, of course, being the absolute star he is, wasn't the biggest fan of you overworking yourself, especially in this state
He tried to gently coax you out of this habit. Which worked for about half an hour before you got straight back to it
It's either an absolute bollocking from the teachers or an absolute bolloking from your immune system. Great.
You were currently hunched over a desk in the library, trying to focus.
Lines weren't lining. I swear, you read the same line about 57 times over and it just wasn't going in
You lay your head down in frustration
Look, you didn't mean to fall asleep, but it's grasp was just so comforting
It wasn't until about 20 minutes of Remus asking your mates where the hell you were until he found you absolutely knocked out in the library
His lip quirked up slightly, stroking your cheek gently
He packed up all your books. Another day.
Listen, he would've carried you but with his joints that is not happening
He awoke you as peacefully as he could. He felt like shit about it too.
"Sh, shh, i know dove, i know darling, we'll get you to bed, yeah? Atta boy"
Of course, you can lean a good amount of weight on him as you walk
When you protest slightly he gives you a stern look
"Love, you're pale, your voice sounds like your nose has earplugs up it. Just, let me take care of you. For the hell of it, yeah?"
God, his voice could convince the most stoic person on earth.
Eventually he got you into bed, warm hands taking your binder off (gifted by the courtesy of James)
Normally, after all that moving around the school you'd be awake again, but God everything about that man is so relaxing
He gently, as if he's handling a porcelain doll, dresses you into something comfier, kissing your forehead
"Need anything baby? Tea? Hot chocolate?"
Eventually, you dose off, a side table of neatly folded tissues and a body filled with warmth.
ACTUALLY PROUD OF THIS ONE?? WOAH??Kinda didn't get across amazingly that reader was sick, sorry pookie ☹️☹️✊️ hope you enjoyed lovely!!
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