I love it when other characters refer to James Sirius Potter as ‘Jamie’. Like his name is great and all and literally a ship name for your bi dad and gay godfather, Harry 🙄 but Jamie gives James Sirius an identity outside of being named after Harry’s parental figures; outside of the shadow of the saviour's son and his quidditch captain mum.
James Sirius has his father’s eyes and hair but has his mother’s freckles. Jamie has dyed his hair blue highlights and got an eyebrow piercing from a muggle piercing shop. Jamie likes art and music more than he likes quidditch. Jamie wants to be a musician but not like Celestina Warbeck, more like Mick Jagger from The Rolling Stones. Jamie prefers e-cigarettes rather than traditional ones, despite Teddy telling him it woud rarely make a difference when you’re burning your lungs away.
James Sirius gave Teddy handpicked flowers from Molly’s garden when they were small children. But Jamie gives Teddy a handmade onyx ring set on platinum.
“Don’t flatter yourself,” Jamie says. “I’m not proposing yet.”
Teddy laughs, hair turning fuchsia to match the flush on his cheeks. “Love you too, Jamie.”
Teddy holds his breath, tracing his fingers over the dark lines that now cover most of James's back—bold lines that twist and swirl over sun kissed skin, connecting the rainfall of freckles across his shoulders into an unmistakable pattern.
"Wings," Teddy whispers.
"Do you like them?" James asks, turning his head to the side to try and get a glimpse of Teddy's reaction.
It's a simple question with an anything but simple answer. James was only gone for a month for training, but it was long enough Teddy to realize exactly how much he missed James—from the way he'd apparate into Teddy's flat without being invited and steal all his strawberry creams to the way his laughter made Teddy's flat feel like a home.
It was also long enough for James to come home looking like a man —just a little taller, stubble on his jaw and his auburn hair long enough in the back Teddy could pull on one of the curls if he wanted and oh how he wants.
James is nineteen now and there's nothing stopping Teddy from doing what he's wanted to do for the last six months and kiss James. Well nothing except Teddy's nerves.
"Well?" James asks, impatient for an answer.
"I like them," Teddy answers, belatedly aware that the tips of his hair are turning fuchsia.
"That all you like, Teds?" James asks, turning around and fuck when did James get so tall? He's nearly as tall as Teddy now, just the right height to kiss.
"Not all, Jamie."
"Thought so," James grins, his smile knowing and warm as he reaches up to twist a strand of Teddy's fuchsia colored hair around his finger.
Anything witty Teddy means to say dies on the tip of his tongue when James rises up to kiss him. He taste like sunshine and strawberry creams and the knot in Teddy's chest unfurls as James pulls him close.
When they break apart James is breathless, eyes shining and his smile nearly splitting his face in two. He's beautiful, and he's Teddy's.
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* Puppy Love by Goddess47
Drabble | Harry Potter / Severus Snape | T
Prompt : “Please tell me this isn’t what I think it is.”
Harry came into the house carrying an Irish Setter puppy in his arms.
* Rain or Shine by LupusMundi
Drabble | Teddy Lupin / James Sirius Potter | G
Prompt : Pretending to be asleep + “I’ve missed this/you.”
After not having seen much of each other lately, James and Teddy finally spend some time together again.
* La Familia by digthewriter
Drabble | Neville Longbottom / Charlie Weasley | PG
Prompt : “Please tell me this isn’t what I think it is.”
A continuation of the series "Una Aventura" for Neville/Charlie.
* Not So Little by LupusMundi
Drabble | Regulus Black / James Potter & Sirius Black / Remus Lupin | T
Prompt : “Please tell me this isn’t what I think it is.”
Sirius and Remus walk in on James and Regulus having sex. This would have been awkward anyway, but it's even more awkward because Sirius didn't even know that his best friend and his brother were sleeping together.
* Genuine Pumpkin Patch by enchanted_jae
Drabble | Draco Malfoy / Harry Potter | PG
Prompt : "Please tell me this isn't what I think it is."
Genuine pumpkin patches offend.
* Wear Them For Me by LupusMundi
Drabble | Draco Malfoy / Harry Potter | T
Prompt : "Please tell me this isn't what I think it is."
Harry finds something interesting that's been hidden away in the back of Draco's chest of drawers.
A big thank you to everyone who participated! The new prompt will be up tomorrow! ❤️
Considering what they'd done, the sheets still seemed too white. Teddy had expected them to look different. He'd expected the entire world to change, to be honest. The Earth should have shifted on its axis by now. What they’d done….
Breathing long and slow through his nose, Teddy tore his gaze from the rumpled sheets. They’d been purchased in Diagon Alley – a flat-warming gift from his too-generous godfather – so he had to reason they might be enchanted. It was the only excuse that made sense with the hazy chaos swimming through his head. Behind him on the stove, the kettle began to scream and it felt only fitting. Teddy truly felt he could do with a good, long scream himself right then.
“You know, there’s a spell for that.”
Despite his shame, Teddy couldn’t stop the coming grin. “Magic has a way of tainting the taste of tea,” he explained and poured two cups over waiting tea leaves.
In stark contrast to the bedroom, James Potter with his face full of freckles was a real and vivid stain poised just so on the back of Teddy's sofa. Aware, as always, of the way his body screamed confidence. But Teddy knew the tension in that boy's - for he was no more than a boy at barely seventeen – shoulders. He knew the tension well now. And he knew how aggressively those shoulders could shake at the promise of being able to let go of it all.
As if reading Teddy's mind, James smiled back while squaring said shoulders. “It's eating you up inside, isn’t it?”
Going red, Teddy nodded. “I never should have done that….”
James was coming closer and every step he took quickened Teddy's breathing. He quickly thrust a hand up between them at the absolute last second, his stomach oily at even the most minimal contact. But every other cell in him was buzzing, excited at the idea of more. “We both had a hand in this,” James reassured, closing his hand over Teddy's fingers. Digging that contact further into his chest. “I kissed back. I asked for more. I laid down on your sheets and asked you to…to do it.”
The words sounded awkward on his tongue. James was still so young. There was no way he could have known what it was he really asked for the night before. And Teddy should have known better. Teddy was the adult, as much as he still felt like a teenager himself in times like these. With his palms sweating and his pulse racing. With the anxiety eating him from the inside out while his most basic desires demanded he simply take what he craved.
James’ lips were mere centimeters away. Teddy knew now what he tasted like. He was helpless not to cave in to the craving now. “Your dad's gonna kill me,” were the last few words he added in protest before closing the space. Wrapping James in his arms and his heart and his entire being.
Some newly-established-relationship Jeddy fluff ft. the idea of bed sharing and a family holiday, for @goldentruth813. Rated M. Read here on AO3 or below the cut.
“And James and Teddy, you’ll be in there,” Harry says, pointing to the door at the end of the corridor. Teddy just nods and asks Harry something about the groceries, but James wanders away, shouldering the door open to check out the room he and Teddy are staying in.
Then he gulps. There’s only one bed.
Curious, he pushes open the doors next to theirs. The room Albus and Scorpius are sharing has a double and a sofa bed, the room Lily and Rose will be in has two twins, and--
“Everything okay there, James?”
His dad and Teddy are looking at him like he’s lost the plot.
“Fine, dad,” he says, his throat suddenly dry. “Just gonna put my stuff in our room.” He grabs his duffel from next to Teddy’s and carries it into their room -- their room, the thought makes him nervous -- where he drops it onto the bed.
The large bed. The bed where he will be sleeping with Teddy tonight, fuck. Any other holiday and either one of them could easily transfigure an extra bed, but no, his dad had to rent a cabin in a Muggle resort.
He’s startled when Teddy’s arms wrap around him from behind but relaxes quickly.
“Hey,” Teddy says, dropping his bag next to James’s before kissing his cheek. “You seem worried, what’s up?”
James turns around and kisses Teddy, short and sweet. “Nothing,” he says. He doesn’t want to admit to his boyfriend of two months that he’s freaking out about sharing a bed with him.
“It’s nice that Harry’s letting us share a room,” Teddy says, bringing one hand to James’s shoulder and lightly massaging it.
James nods. It’s surprising that his dad is letting his just-graduated son and his older boyfriend share a room on a family vacation, but James sort of wishes that just this once Harry would have been a little stricter.
“Jamie?” Teddy uses a finger under his chin to tilt James’s face up to him. “Baby, are you sure nothing’s wrong? You still seem off.”
James pushes his face into Teddy’s chest, inhaling the familiar smell of detergent and soap. “There’s only one bed,” he says.
He can feel the vibrations of Teddy’s laughter. “What?”
James pulls away and sighs. “There’s only one bed. We’ve never shared a bed before.”
Teddy cards a hand through James’s hair. “Yes, and?”
“We haven’t...you know.” There’s a small smile growing on Teddy’s lips, but he’s going to make James say it. Idiot. “We haven’t done a lot of...bed things.”
“Bed things?” Teddy says. One hand is now at the base of James’s neck, playing with the wispy hairs there, and the other is at his hip, calloused fingertips slipping up under the hem of his shirt. His voice is low and sends shivers down James’s spine. “You made me come in my pants in the garage last week.”
The memory makes James’s face heat. He’d only wanted to give Teddy a kiss hello out of sight of his family’s prying eyes, but he’d looked so good, still wearing half his Auror uniform, that they’d ended up rutting against the wall until they both came.
Not exactly how he’d imagined their first time, to be honest.
“Jamie, just because we’re sharing a bed doesn’t mean we have to do anything,” Teddy says. “We can just sleep, or make out and then sleep, or I can even sleep on the floor if it’s going to make you uncomfortable.”
James clenches his hands in the back of Teddy’s t-shirt. “You’re not going to sleep on the floor,” he says.
“Does that mean I get to sleep with you?” Teddy asks, eyes twinkling.
“Yes,” James says, and pulls him down for a kiss. He means it to be quick, but Teddy’s such a good kisser, it’s easy to get distracted. Before he knows it he’s being pushed back onto the bed and letting his legs fall open as Teddy crawls on top of him. Teddy’s made his way down to James’s neck and they’re just starting to get into a good rhythm when a knock on the door makes them pull apart.
“Lunch is ready, boys,” Draco calls. “Whenever you’re...done.” James can hear the smirk in his step dad's voice and rolls his eyes.
Teddy smiles ruefully and climbs off of him, sliding to his feet and reaching out a hand to help James up. He keeps his eyes on James’s as he adjusts himself, which does nothing to help James’s similar problem.
“Or we could just stay in here,” James says, shooting Teddy a heated look.
“Tempting, but not how I want to start a weeklong holiday with your entire family,” Teddy laughs, pressing a consoling kiss to James’s lips. “But later, yeah? If you want.”
“Oh, I want,” James says. “After all, we have this whole big bed. Have to do some bed things.”
This is for @thealmostrhetoricalquestion and is based on the beautiful Sheith drabble she wrote me after I discovered she doesn’t like french fries dipped in milkshakes and so ofc course I needed to write her Jeddy with french fries and milkshake.
Unbeted so all mistakes are mine.
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Teddy was horrified.
He was appalled. Disgusted. He had never seen anything more abhorrent in all of his twenty-six years of life. In fact, Teddy was quite seriously debating whether he could use a banishing spell on the contents of his stomach to ensure he didn't chunder if he had to witness the scene in front of him for one more agonizing second.
He’d been watching the scene in front of him for five minutes and no matter how many times James did the thing, it did nothing to dull the swell of revulsion Teddy felt. Worse still though was the fact that beneath that feeling, the arousal he always felt when he was near James was still bubbling just below the surface. Apparently, not even James’s indecent act could dull that.
Teddy wasn’t sure if that meant James was just that fucking fit or if Teddy was that far gone for him, or maybe it was both.
“You want those?” James asked, one eyebrow quirked as he eyed Teddy’s half-eaten chips.
“They’re all yours,” Teddy said with a shake of his head, pushing what remained of his Mcdonalds order towards James. Teddy didn’t even like McDonalds much, but for some unknown reason, James did. Or more specifically James liked it at one am after a lot of fucking. Teddy liked James, and the fucking, so he suffered the Mcdonalds in silence when James inevitably rolled over post-coital every Saturday night and whispered: “I could really go for a milkshake, Teds.”
James grinned at him and Teddy's stomach flipped the sight. It’d been six weeks. Six weeks since they had finally tumbled over that terrifying are-we-best-friends-or-are-we-more line and Teddy didn’t think he was ever going to stop wanting to see James smile. Didn’t think he was ever going to stop feeling butterflies in his stomach when James smiled or a rush of arousal when James did, well-—anything.
James’s hair was a complete disaster-—stcking up in the back and swooping off to one side leaving very little doubt to his previous activities-—something Teddy was rather proud of since it’d got that way when Teddy had all but fucked James’s brains out an hour prior. James still had that loopy post-sex haze he sometimes got that made Teddy simultaneously want to wrap his arms around James, cover them with a blanket and just cuddle, while also wanting to drag him back to bed and fuck his brains out. Again. Even more distracting was the fact that he’d chosen to get dressed in Teddy’s favorite grey joggers that were too long on him and hung low on his hips and fell over the laces of his sneakers. He was also wearing Teddy’s favorite jumper—the one Molly had knitted him with yellow, teal and pink stripes. Somehow it suited James even more than it did Teddy
“Are you sure you don't want one?” James asked, smashing four chips in between his fingers and then dipping them in a pile of salt packets he’d emptied onto his tray. Teddy still wasn’t entirely used to the fact that James ate like he had a hangover after particularly enthusiastic sex. Not that the sex wasn’t always good, but sometimes even Teddy feeling like his magic was actually leaking out of him.
James had a way of doing that to Teddy, making him lose control and fuck if Teddy didn’t love it. Love him. Not that he’d told James that. Not yet. Things were going good, great—perfect even—and Teddy wasn’t about to fuck it up by blurting out too many feelings and scaring James off. James was barely twenty and while Teddy was ready to settle down and say forever he very much doubted James was.
“Are you sure you don’t want a bite, Teds?” James asked and then to Teddy’s absolute dismay, James proceeded to dunk the over salted chips straight into his large banana milkshake.
James’s fingers—the fingers Teddy had been sucking on while James screamed his name—were now knuckle deep in the slimy yellow milkshake. Then he did the thing again and he lifted it all to his mouth. One thick glob of the sickenly sweet, fake tasting milkshake fell to the table with a splat and James made a slurping noise, sucking the rest off his fingers as he shoved the mushy milkshake coated chips into his mouth all in one go.
James paused, his big hazel eyes impossibly wide and three of his fingers still in his mouth. He blinked at Teddy once before sucking in a deep breath and Teddy had all of two seconds before he wished they weren’t in a muggle fast food joint because he would most absolutely have disapparated on the spot otherwise.
“Oh, Teddy,” James moaned around his fingers, making an obscene show of sliding them in and out twice before letting them fall from his mouth. “This is so good. So salty and so thick on my tongue. It’s so smooth on the way down too. Oh, fuck, Teddy,” he groaned, sounding exactly like he had when Teddy’s cock had been buried in his arse.
Teddy’s ears rang, his face heating as the elderly couple drinking their cheap senior coffee eyed them with more than a fair bit of judgment on their wrinkled faces.
“Oh, Teddy,” James moaned again and Teddy bolted upright, dragging James from the booth and towards the exit.
“Merlin’s fucking beard, I cannot believe I’m in love with you,” Teddy said, ignoring the fact that James’s feet had faltered, rooted to the pavement. “That was so embarrassing, did you see the way—Jamie?”
Teddy spun around to find James still in the doorway, hand on the doorframe and his mouth hanging open. “You love me?”
Teddy thought about lying, then he took in James’s beautiful face and knew it wasn’t even an option. “Yeah, yeah I do.”
Then before he could say more James had sprinted towards Teddy and closed distance between them, jumping on Teddy like an overgrown koala and wrapping his arms and legs around him as he kissed him.
“I love you too,” James all but yelled as he kissed Teddy without an ounce of finesse.
Maybe, Teddy thought, Mcdonalds wasn’t that atrocious.
It just felt like everybody knew. The woman at the corner store who complimented his sunshiny yellow hair. The kid on the sidewalk who wouldn’t stop staring. And now Harry who kept asking him questions about his life.
Of course, these were all normal day-to-day things that wouldn’t usually send him to the edge. But today….
The image of James’ tanned body spread out over his snow white sheets was still vividly fresh in Teddy's mind. And he was sure someone must be able to see that.
“Did everything go alright with James, then?”
Teddy realized how suspicious his violent head whip might come off far later than he could stop it happening. With wide eyes, he looked up at his godfather and nodded his head like a child caught in the cookie jar. “Y-yeah,” he attempted to recover, smoothing a hand over his expression to soften it, hoping his hair wasn’t roving telling colors. “Just played some Exploding Snap. Talked. Tried out that new place across from my flat. Pretty mediocre little café….”
Thankfully, ‘cognizant' wasn’t exactly in Harry's vocabulary. He smiled and said he was glad they had fun, but otherwise seemed not to notice Teddy literally sweating in his seat. “He's a teenager, you know, so he brushed me off when I asked if he had a good time. Guess I’m just being nosy. He doesn’t talk much to Gin and me these days.”
Teddy was tempted to follow in those footsteps after this conversation. Maybe James had the right idea. “He's a good kid,” he said down towards his untouched sandwich, that word tasting dirty on his tongue. “I don’t think you have much to worry about with him. Honestly, he’s far too blunt to be the hiding type.”
“And if he was hiding something….” Teddy's ears pinked and he had to measure every breath. “If it was important, you would tell me, right?”
Teddy had never and would never betray the confidence of any of the Potter children. Well, not unless it affected their safety or wellbeing, of course. But parents, real or acquired, never wanted to hear that. “Yeah, definitely,” Teddy lied smoothly. It felt like ants were crawling over his skin, tickling every little hair and setting his teeth on edge. It was enough to make him rethink continuing these weekly lunch plans. “Jamie's not hiding anything I’m aware of.”
It wasn’t a miracle but it certainly was a relief when Harry changed the subject to Cannons' stats. James stayed at the back of Teddy's mind for the rest of his visit. Rationally, he knew the boy was out shopping with Ginny as the Potter children always were on this day of the week during summer holiday, but he couldn’t help but to check the doorway every few minutes. Hoping for a selfish glimpse. Dying to steal a secret kiss and withering away on the inside every single time he remembered how often he'd be lying about all this in the coming future.
