i can only imagine how sweet and comforting james would be when youre sad:(
You and James had stayed home for the weekend, but you've been kinda quiet these past few days. Being quieter than usual, not really interacting, and barely smiling when James says something funny.
He knew something was up, and despite your best efforts to seem fine, he could see right through you. You hated how he could read you like a book, but you liked it at the same time.
You two were laying in bed watching tv, his arms clutched around you holding you close as your head rests on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. James had tried everything in the book to make you feel better, but nothing really worked. The most he got out of you was a smile- but something's better than nothing, right?
But if you were being honest, you didn't know exactly what was wrong either.
You suddenly get dragged out of your thoughts as your boyfriend looks down at you and whispers, "Are you okay?"
And that was it.
Those stupid words. Those three words were enough to make you break down in tears. Tears well in your eyes and start streaming down your face, leaving James concerned and rather confused.
His arms tighten around you, holding you even closer against him as he rubs your back.
"Shhh, you're okay, baby.. i've got you.." He whispers softly, kissing your head gently. He knew that whatever got you like this was definitely bothering you, you never really let things affect you like this.
He also knew that he didn't have to know what was wrong. As long as he was here, and you were safe, that was all that really mattered for now. Tears roll down your cheeks, soaking through the thin fabric of his t-shirt, causing it to stick to his bare chest.
But he didn't care.
He holds you close for as long as you need him to, his heart breaking into a trillion pieces at the sight of you breaking down like this. He looks down at you, watching over you as he holds you close, letting you cry as much as you need. There wasn't a whole lot he could do since he didn't know what was wrong, but he knew he could be here for you. And that's certainly what he was doing.
Finally, once the tremors in your body subside and the tears slow down, he kisses your forehead soothingly, rubbing your back some more.
"I love you baby, and I'm here for you, okay?" He whispers, which you just nod in response, snuggling closer into his embrace.
"Love you too," You murmur quietly.
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when james and regulus get married, they don’t tell anyone.
they’re both rich and pretentious and a bit snobby, so everyone expects them to have a massively expensive and well-planned ceremony. and initially, that’s what they were going to do.
and then one night they’re lying in bed together, and james turns over and says “let’s get married in the morning” and regulus, without missing a beat, says “okay.”
they get dressed up and head to the courthouse, recite their vows in a private room and sign the necessary papers, and then they go home. they cook and drink wine and have their first dance in their kitchen, illuminated by the golden glow of the setting sun, and it’s all perfect.
it’s all they need, and they don’t have to wait any longer for their forever.
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in regards to perv!marauders . . . theyd so get off on the more innocent pics of you— it could be a polaroid of you smiling and it’d be covered in cum by the end of the summer bcos your innocence is so hot to them
i am losing my mind at the thought of this. the mere thought of corrupting you torments perv!marauders and something about the contrast of their filth paired with your seemingly pure disposition makes their cock throb.
the photo usually always comprises you beaming, presumably looking up at them through the camera, batting your eyelashes prettily, looking so radiant and cute. i can picture a photo of you leaning against their palm, their large hands caressing your cheek while you peer up at them. maybe it’s that sleepy look of yours; maybe it’s your flushed face or your puffy, watery eyes; or perhaps it’s the gloss on your lips that makes you look so girly and kissable that has them groaning into their pillow as they fist their aching cock late into the night, feverish and frantic to cum to the sight of you.
it's not only your innocence that gets them off, but it's the thought of ruining it that drives them to the edge. all of them would repeatedly fantasize about making you just as desperate as they are for you. they want nothing more than for you to look up at them—a betrayed, foggy look in your lust-filled eyes—begging them to take you again because three rounds simply aren’t enough and you're far too addicted to their cocks stretching out your ruined cunt to stop.
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Sirius *show a weird and ugly animals pic to Regulus*: Look
Regulus *eyes immediately shining and taking his brother's phone to get the name and make research*
Sirius *looking at James*: Told you he would like it.
James *confused*: But this animal was so ugly??
Sirius *laughing a bit*: Uglier it is, better Reggie love it.
Sirius *stop laughing and looking at James with a smirk*: Probably why he love y-
James: Fuck off Pads!
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