#jeddy fluff

[oliivverwood]

all i want for christmas

james sirius/teddy + holiday pining for @msvsved

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James Sirius Potter was a heartbreaker, through and through.

And in the seventeen years he'd been alive, he'd managed to pick up anyone he'd fucking pleased.

Until now.

Because yes, James Sirius Potter was a heartbreaker, through and through, but so was Teddy Lupin.

Teddy Lupin was the type of boy that looked like you could bring home to your parents. He could look however he liked, really. He was sweet and charming and would pull you into a broom closet and have his way with you and left everyone and anyone swooning to the floor wherever he went.

It frustrated James.

It wasn't supposed to be so hard.

Why the fuck was it so hard?

Of course, he knew why it was so hard.

James wanted Teddy to be more than a notch on his bedpost.

James wanted to hold his hand in public and kiss his cheek and wear his sweaters and pay for his dinner and put his arm around him when they sat together.

That's why it was so hard.

James was a terrible liar. It was only so long until him playing it cool became very uncool.

So now he was stuck in Grimmauld Place, trying to avoid the fact that Teddy and Andromeda was in the same house as him, and would be until Boxing Day.

The fact that Teddy and him were sharing a room.

Teddy liked to sleep shirtless.

To James's chagrin. And delight. It was still a fine line between the two. He'd cross that bridge when he came to it.

He didn't quite know how it came to this situation. How it came to him trailing after Teddy fucking Lupin like a lost puppy, him of all people. He did not do lost puppy. And in the short stint that Teddy and Victoire Weasley had been an item, he'd almost avada'd himself, watching them doing all the things James had wanted to do.

It was a fucking travesty.

A tragedy.

It was fucked up.

And of course.

The mistletoe.

George Weasley had thought it funny to put some charmed mistletoe in Grimmauld.

If you were related by blood, a warm hug was all that was needed to break the charm.

Platonic friendships, a kiss on the cheek would do.

Unrequited feelings and relationships required mouth to mouth contact.

James had tried his best, to be careful. He'd had to hug his dad and peck Scorpius, to the distaste of Albus. It was almost worth it.

And then.

And then.

Christmas eve, in a fit of irresponsibility, trying to beat Lily to the best seat at the table-

Teddy had been walking through the doorway as James tried shoving past him with a "Teddy, bugger off."

He was yanked back under the doorway in the most unpleasant fashion, landing on his ass.

It was charming. Not really.

"Pucker up, Jamie." Teddy said smarmily, offering his cheek. It was flushed, for some reason.

James felt his heartbeat speed up. Because it wasn't gonna work, and Teddy would know.

James feigned disgust, avoiding the incoming misery, saying, "don't be so excited, Teddy."

The blush turned darker. James ignored it.

He leaned forward, his breath hitching as his lips brushed against Teddy's cheek, a little closer to the corner of the mouth than it needed to be. His skin was smooth, clean shaven and just nice.

It pissed James off. It was something he couldn't have.

"That should do it." James murmured, the alarms blaring in his head. 'LIAR. LIAR. LIAR.'

Teddy made a funny sort of face, gesturing for James to move ahead.

He took three steps forward, just to be pulled back. His throat closed up, knowing what was coming.

"Fuck." Teddy breathed, and James's heart dropped to his feet. Then.

"That's not how I wanted you to find out." Teddy said sadly. The funny face, there again, a sad quirk of his lips, resigned.

"Find out..?" James didn't allow himself to hope. It couldn't be. Teddy was playing a dirty joke. He'd gone and ruined everything.

Teddy gnawed at his lip angrily, angry with himself or James, he didn't know. "I fancy you."

Ah.

Unexpected, surprising. But welcome. Very welcome.

"You're taking the mickey." James stated, searching Teddy's face for any signs of his lie. His hair had gone black. He was upset. Teddy shook his head slightly.

James could cry. He could leap into the air and sing.

He didn't. Instead, he leaned in for the second time that night.

And finally, after what had been too long, everything slotted into place.

They shared a bed that night.

[lumosinlove]

On the ninth day of Christmas my true love gave to me...

James and Teddy in the kitchen canoodling.

Prompt/ask this is based on from anon: Person a seducing person b into taking a few steps back/backing them against the wall (“oh look, how did that mistletoe get right there????”) — Jeddy

It was a Potter-Weasley Christmas, of course there was fighting. Banter, more like. This year, upon Gramp Weasley’s request, they were playing a rather peculiar game called Scrabble—a game that was far too much like schoolwork for James’ liking.

“Hey. Hey.” Everyone looked up at Teddy, who was pointing aggressively at the word Lily had just put down, “This is a muggle game. You can’t use wizard words. Nope, lumos is out. No double word score for you, Potter.”

Lily scoffed, “Says who?”

“Says…” Teddy paused for a second before picking up the box lid, “The box.”

Lily narrowed her eyes, “Give it here, let me see—“

“No.” Teddy threw it behind his head and it collided with his mum’s desk, knocking a quill over.

“Teddy.” James’ mum scolded, red hair falling out around her face, “You’re just as bad as James, honestly.”

James smiled at that and his eyes met Teddy’s across the coffee table. They grinned at each other for a moment and, without looking away from James, Teddy turned his head towards Ginny.

“Actually, Gin, I think it’d make more sense to say he’s just as bad as me.”

“Please, please,” Arthur waved his hands before falling pensive and leaning towards his Hermione who had opted to team up with Ron, “Hermione, dear, do you reckon this is how you spell—“

“Cheating again, Dad.” Ron minutely shifted their letters away from his father.

“Oh, fine, fine.” Arthur squinted at his batch of letters.

James had the mind to laugh lightly with the rest of the family at this exchange, but just barely as Teddy had yet to release his gaze. James leaned forward, feeling heavy with it, and proceeded to spill his row of letters in every which direction.

“Typical.” James caught Lily’s eye roll from the corner of his vision, but he was already standing, narrowing his eyes at Teddy’s smirk.

“Sorry, carry on without me. I’m thirsty.”

James pushed up from the table, swiping his glass and shooting Teddy what he hoped was a subtle but meaningful look. He walked into the kitchen, going to the sink and setting his cup down, turning the tap on for a few moments and then shutting it off. Mere seconds after the water had stopped running there were hands on his waist that were spinning him around.

Teddy grinned down at him, “Hi there.”

James’ palms found his chest, feeling the scratchy wool that Grams seemed to prefer for her holiday sweater making. He ran his hands over it for a moment, feeling the warmth of Teddy’s chest, then looked up into his face, “Mum still thinks you’re a lunatic. Even after all these years.”

Teddy laughed quietly, “Sure. But didn’t you hear her? She think’s you’re more of a lunatic.”

James rolled his eyes, grinning, “You’re ridiculous.” He pressed a lingering kiss to Teddy’s mouth, melting against his chest as Teddy’s hand came up to cup the back of his head. He swallowed back a soft sound, “God, it really has been too long since we’ve been alone.”

Teddy hummed pressing another kiss to James’ mouth, “I blame Christmas.”

James laugh, the sound getting cut off as he allowed himself to be kissed for a few more moments before he slipped out from between the sink and Teddy’s body. With a short kiss to the corner of Teddy’s mouth, he started making his way towards the door, “We should get back. They’ll think we’re canoodling in here.”

Teddy, however, once again got ahold of James’ hips causing James to let out a much too loud laugh. Teddy smiled at the sound, “We can’t canoodle in here? They’d probably prefer it than if we did it out there.”

“T…” James laughed, shaking his head.

Teddy took a step forward causing James to take a step back, “Two minutes.” He said under his breath.

James felt his heart beat pick up in his chest, and he bit his lip, resolve softening, “It’s been two minutes…”

Teddy took another step causing James to nearly stumble backwards, “Two more minutes, then.”

Another step forward, another step back. James’ back hit the kitchen wall, making the clock rattle above them, “Well, now they’re definitely going to talk…”

“What they can’t see,” Teddy’s hands cradled James’ cheeks, “won’t hurt them.”

James bit back a smile, “I swear to God, Theodore. I won’t kiss you for a week if Grams walks in here right now.”

“Hm.” Teddy shrugged one shoulder, thumbs brushing against James’ cheekbones, “Rotten luck on you then because—oh, how did that get there?” Teddy pointedly looked upwards above them to where, as James followed his gaze, he found a small sprig of mistletoe had appeared.

James let out another laugh, “Yeah, real mystery.” He pushed his fingers into Teddy’s hair, heart warming at the light shoots of blue that ran through it at his touch, “C’mere.” James pressed their mouths back together, “You lunatic...”

[tddylxpin-blog]

just a little thing I wrote from @p0ck3tf0x prompt list of ‘One Hundred Ways To Say “I Love You”’

this is my first bit of writing I’ve uploaded onto this blog so like ?? feedback would be appreciated lol,,,, um anyway thanks enjoy x 

500 words

4  “Come here. Let me fix it.” - Jeddy 

It was an accident. Teddy knew that. He knew Lily and Al would never intentionally wreck his possessions, but it still hurt. It wasn’t even that they’d ripped the picture, he was a wizard he could fix that in an instance. It was the fact that he hadn’t looked at the picture in years and now there was a tear right through the middle, crossing across the only photo he had of him and his parents, slicing right through his mums beaming smile and his dads proud gaze.

“Teddy, I’m so sorry. We didn’t know what it was. I’m sorry!” 12 year old Lily said, remorse clear in her voice as she looked up at him with her wide brown eyes looking up at him, wet with tears.

“Honest Ted, we didn’t know.” Albus spoke up, a hand on his younger sister’s shoulder. All evidence of them fighting having disappeared as soon as they’d heard the tear of the paper.

“It’s fine guys, nothing that can’t be fixed.” His reply came, although his voice shook when he said it, holding the two sides of the photo in either hand and staring down at it with sad eyes.

 The Potter children had been helping him move into his new flat and so when they’d come across a box of all of Teddy’s childhood possessions they’d naturally been curious, especially Lily who wasn’t born until Teddy was 11. The two youngest had come across a pile of pictures and had been playing their own makeshift game of tug of war with them, until they’d torn right through the one at the bottom, alerting Teddy and James who were going through another box.

 “Albus, take Lily into the kitchen and find some glasses to drink from will you?” James instructed, ever the older brother trying to get his younger siblings out of a bad situation.

 Albus nodded grimly, leading Lily out of the room as Teddy pulled his wand out and tried to repair the picture. His magic seemed to be failing him though, too full of emotion to focus properly. James’s hand came down over his, causing Teddy to look up and meet his boyfriends eyes.

 “Come here. Let me fix it.” He said softly, gently sliding the two sides of the photo out of Teddy’s hands.

 He cast reparo and a quick sealing charm to prevent any further rips in the paper, then looked up at Teddy.

 “Thank you.” Teddy said, taking the picture and tracing his finger over his mums face, his hair subconsciously turning the light golden brown colour that his father’s was.

 James watched him, a sad smile on his face until Teddy looked up once again, meeting James’s eyes and smiling. His hand came up to cup the back of James’s neck, pulling him closer and bumping their noses together.

 “I love you.” James spoke quietly, rubbing his nose against Teddy’s in an eskimo kiss.

 “I love you too.” Teddy replied, pulling him into a proper kiss.

[lumosinlove]

For the ways to say I love you, could I request 14 for Jeddy? :)

Can I have this dance?

It had been almost a month now, James thought. Two and a half weeks since they’d spoken. Since they’d snuck out after hours. Since he’d even received one of those blinding smiles he loved so much. Loves. He still loves them, even if they’ve stopped coming.

A whole month. Frankly, James isn’t sure how he’s survived this long. How does one survive when ever day feels like the end of the world?

He supposed it helped that summer had arrived. He wasn’t forced to gaze longingly over breakfast, or bump into in the hallways or stare at in class. It was a change in setting. A change in setting in which he could be alone with his… nothing. No sound except maybe his wiz-radio playing softly in the background. It seemed to be the only thing he could stand these days.

James pressed his face deeper into his pillow, letting the soft song, a new one he thinks, wash over him in waves, barely registering he’s there. He stares at the wall because his eyes have nothing better to do. He can’t close them. Closing them gives free reign to his mind and he can’t have that. Not with unlimited images of him available to its disposal. So he stares and he half listens but, mostly, his heart hurts. And he lets it hurt.

Because what else is there to do?

He’d tried. He’d tried so hard and it had be so, excruciatingly wonderful for so long and then… what? Had Teddy changed his mind? No, he hadn’t said that. He’d been scared.

James closes his eyes tightly, unable to keep them open against the burn from lack of moisture, and suddenly he’s there again. He’s back in the library, he’s back watching Teddy’s conflicted face. He’s suddenly walking out again, hoping desperately that Teddy would follow him. But he hadn’t.

Teddy had been scared of something they could have stopped fearing years ago. Because they were older now. Yes, it had been unsteady at first but, in the end, over time, they’d had the room they needed. They’d been able to grow he and he into them and it was perfect. James hadn’t known happiness like that existed and then Teddy-

The hiding. The sneaking around, the worry. James sat up suddenly, pushing his face into his hands, feeling the sudden urge to move, to shake off this horrible, horrible ache. God, something had happened to Teddy and James didn’t know what. Something had happened to them. James didn’t know.

He wanted to cry, but all his body would reward him with was a painful lump in his throat that seemed to be his constant companion these days. He dug his thumbs into his temples, desperate for relief, for feeling, for anything but this.

The soft snick of his door opening made his head jerk upwards. He’d told his dad to stay away for now, that he would be fine, it was fine it was all fine-

James let a small noise out, surprised more than anything, longing more than that.

Teddy stood frozen, only just visible through the opening, hand poised on the handle. He looked lean and rumpled and tall and like summer. Only his hair had gone dark. James frowned at him. He’d never seen Teddy with dark hair. Always blonde accompanied by some streak of color. The chestnut strands he saw now arose dread and a small spark of hope within his chest.

Maybe he misses you too.

Teddy’s mouth was slightly open, as if he was surprised to find James in his own bedroom. His eyes flitted away from James then back once and he cleared his throat, “Um. Hi. Hello.”

James just stared at him, not trusting himself to speak.

Teddy let out a shaky breath, teeth worrying over his lip for a moment, “Right. I’d like- I’d like to come in, if I could.”

It was James’ turn to open and close his mouth a few times. He cleared his throat, desperate to rid it of the threat of emotion, and pulled his knees to his chest, looking away, “Fine.”

He heard Teddy let out a breath and him step in, closing the door. From the corner of his eye, James saw him lean his forehead against it momentarily.

Teddy hesitated, hands stuffing into his pockets, then un-stuffing, then leaning down to pick up a stray sock and dropping it into the hamper before, finally, sitting directly across from James.

“Please look at me.”

“Why should I?”

“Because I need you to.”

Teddy’s voice was honest and soft and James couldn’t help but find the eyes that he knew would match the sentiment.

James felt his resolve crumbling under that gaze. “Well?” He choked out.

James pressed his lips together, brows pulling low over his eyes, “Would it be acceptable for me to simply tell you I’m a stupid fuck up of a boyfriend?”

“No.” James swallowed, “Well, yes.”

Teddy didn’t hesitate, “I’m a stupid fuck up of a boyfriend.”

James looked down to his hands, “Oh, is that all?”

“No.” Teddy’s hands were over his before James could flinch away and, honestly, he wasn’t sure he would’ve had the strength to anyhow, “James.”

James raised his eyes again, momentarily watching Teddy’s throat work around his nervous swallow before finding his eyes again. His skin looked paler against his hair.

“James, I…”

James closed his eyes. If Teddy said his name like that one more time…

There were a few beats of silence, and then, “Isn’t this your favorite?”

James opened one eye, then the other, and was about to ask Teddy what the hell he was on about when he listened, actually listened, to the radio that he’d nearly forgotten was there.

And yes. James felt butterflies roll in his stomach, fluttering against his ribs. Yes, this was his favorite. It was a slow, minimal song. Guitar and not much else.

Teddy didn’t need confirmation. He hadn’t even really needed to ask. James knew this. Instead of inquiring a further answer, Teddy stood, offering his hand out to James who looked at it, then looked at him incredulously.

“What, is that tradition over too?”

James’ eyes hardened, “If you recall, I never wanted anything to be over.”

Teddy sighed harshly, “I’m trying to make it up to you. Please, I don’t know how to do this, you know I’m shit with words, I-“ Teddy closed his eyes briefly, letting his hand drop, “I feel like your a thousand miles away and I can’t- I can’t stand-“ He huffed again and held out his open palm, “Please.”

James rolled his eyes, standing with his fists clenched at his sides. “Oh, so you’ll dance with me, alone, in my bedroom, but you won’t even look at me at school? I’m sure that’s healthy.“

“James-“

“Real upstanding model of a relationship-“

His breath was knocked out of him as he was suddenly pulled forward by the waist, hips pressing to Teddy’s, warm palms on his cheeks and a persistent, heavenly mouth over his.

James let himself be kissed for a few moments, too surprised to do much. He didn’t know what to think. Teddy was here, kissing him, rather desperately might he add, and he didn’t know quite what to make of it. Was all forgiven? Did Teddy expect this to make things better?

“T.” James said against Teddy’s lips, “Teddy.” He needed to pull away, they needed to talk about this, although his hands unconsciously made their own way to wind through Teddy’s hair.

Teddy kissed him for a last moment, a hard, closed mouth press, before he let off, both boys huffing out a shaky breath.

“I’d dance with you anywhere.” Teddy breathed.

James looked up at him, “What?”

Teddy’s fingers trailed over his cheeks, palm cupping the back of his neck, “I’d dance with you anywhere. I’d kiss you anywhere. Anywhere, James. It took me not having the option to kiss you at all for me to realize, and for that I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” His thumb stroked over the soft hairs at the back of James’ neck and James felt like he was entranced, like he couldn’t move, like he’d never be able to stop looking at this boy before him ever again. He wasn’t sure he ever wanted to stop anyhow. Teddy shook his head a little, “I’m sorry. But I do know now. Anywhere, James. I’ll be with you anywhere and I’ll be bloody proud to be. Fuck, I’ll stand up on the Gryffindor table, in front of the entire school, and say ‘Can I have this dance’ if that’s what you want-“

“Jesus,” James let out a laugh, or maybe it was a cry, “Jesus, shut up.” He wound his fingers tighter in Teddy’s hair and kissed him, kissed him like he wasn’t able to before, and like he might never stop kissing him.

“I really will-“ Teddy said between kisses, “Anything. Anything, James-“

“Shut up.” James said over the lump in his throat, laughing, crying, and kissing Teddy senseless, “God, you fucking—God, I love you.”

Teddy just kissed him again, his own ‘I love you’ in each touch.

[lumosinlove]

For the prompts: "I said I love you" either wolfstar or Jeddy <3

I chose Jeddy because I’m obsessed rn tbh.

The astronomy tower was nearly pitch black when Teddy finally made it to the top, the only light seeming to come from a single, blue point of a wand, illuminating a face.

A face Teddy had been longing to look at for more than just a snuck glance between lessons all day.

James’ face broke into a grin when he saw Teddy and he immediately held his arms out, “Merlin, what took you so long, T? We did say midnight, didn’t we?”

Teddy just nodded, closing the distance between them in a stride and sinking to his knees in front of James. He took the younger boy’s face between his hands and ducked down without a word, kissing him hard on the mouth.

James made a sound that was half surprise, half approving, and then sank into the kiss, tilting his chin forward to press their mouths together harder.

He leaned forward as Teddy slowly pulled away, trying to keep the kiss going, already breathing a little heavier.
“Sorry,” Teddy smiled sheepishly, “been waiting for that all day.”

“Have you?” James breathed, tucking his hands into Teddy’s hair, the strands looking midnight blue in the wand light.

“Mm.” Teddy hummed, settling next to James, leaning against the railings of the tower, “How was your day, then?”

James seemed to shake himself out of his daze a bit, “Oh. Fine. Y’know. Your class is the best.” He laughed lightly, “Well I guess everyone favors Dark Arts now that you’re here… especially the girls.”

Teddy laughed, “Is that so?”

James tilted his head back against the railing, studying Teddy’s profile, grinning, “Mhm. Interested?”

“Well,” Teddy’s eyes flickered with amusement, “If you must know.” He mimicked James’ position so that their noses were inches apart and dropped his voice to a whisper, “There’s someone else.”

James raised an eyebrow in false obliviousness, “Is there now? Now I have to know more.”

Teddy smiled softly, “Where to start?” He bit his lip, eyes flickering over James’ face, “He’s wonderful… A terrible flirt, of course,” James snorted, and Teddy smiled before continuing, “but awfully handsome. He’s funny, he can brighten anyone’s day, I’m sure of it. And… he’s got these.. hazel eyes.” Teddy was back to biting his lip, mesmerized by the way James’ eyes looked like liquid gold in the soft blueish light, “I can’t get enough of them it seems…”

James swallowed thickly, his eyes fluttering, and Teddy realized how close they were, noses brushing.

“And his lips..” Teddy murmured softly, “no one should be allowed to have lips like that. All I can think about all day is kissing them, kissing him.” Teddy reached up, dragging his thumb softly across James’ bottom lip, “It’s obscene, really. How perfect he is.. How I can’t seem to get enough of him..” Teddy took a breath, “How much I love him…”

James let out a breath, his hand almost unconsciously coming to grip Teddy’s shirt, to hold onto something, “T..”

“It’s true.” Teddy let his palm cup James’ jaw, “It’s true, it’s insane. Fuck, it’s almost insane how much I love you-“

James’ grip tightened, his breathing quickened, “Say it again.”

“I love you.” Teddy’s hands moved to James’ hips in one swift motion, pulling him onto his lap, James’ knees on either side of his legs. James’s grip stayed tight as Teddy brushed their mouths together,

“I said I love you.”

“Fuck..’ James breathed, “I love you. I love you too, I love y-“

But his words were lost in Teddy’s kiss.