• James Potter is the most devoted and enthusiastic lover someone could ever have; he puts so much effort into everything that it's genuinely astonishing, but it never becomes grating or overbearing.
• With him, you never have an empty feeling of affection.
• He finds forehead or temple kisses to be particularly endearing and an excellent way to express his affection for you.
• James' hair is notoriously unruly, as we all know, so if you run your hands through it in an effort to disentangle it, he will melt right there.
• If you press a kiss to his knuckles or cheek it calms him down.
• Falling asleep on his shoulder is another thing that causes James to melt in his tracks.
• He likes to have your arm around your shoulder when you walk down the hallways, or your hand in his if you aren't too comfortable with pda.
• He's fine with linking pinkies or a soft kiss to the back of your hand every now and then at the end of the day because he wants you to be as happy as possible.
• He wears his quidditch jersey, especially in the stands of his games if he has a spare.
• James frequently raises his spectacles with his middle finger; in fact, he does this reflexively even when he is not wearing glasses, giving the impression that he is yelling at everyone without provocation.
• You and Siri tease him a lot for this and give him the middle finger in return.
• It takes him at least a minute to realise what he's done before he says, "You've got to stop doing that, it's not fair," or says, "All's fair in love and war, James."
• He has a tendency to overindulge at parties, especially after Gryffindor wins the Quidditch Cup, but if you need him to help you sober up because you're too exhausted or intoxicated to continue, he will.
• Suddenly, he is completely sober and is escorting you to his dorm.
• Although James isn't the best dancer, he loves to dance with you and will do anything to keep you close to him the entire night in order to make sure you're safe and having a good time.
• Although you are one of the only people who can persuade James to study, he will decline going to the library with Remus, but as soon as you ask him if he wants to go?
• If you're the one who doesn't want to study, he'll grab his books and run after you without pausing. If not, he'll go into full-on mother mode and pull you to the library and make you complete your homework to avoid getting a detention.
• Speaking of, this lad is no stranger to detention, and he is certainly no stranger to slipping you in whenever he can because he "gets bored."
• However, when you get caught, McGonagall will never be able to understand why you took yourself to detention on purpose.
• smothers you with kisses, ignoring your complains and protestations, and awakens you up, but what if you try to wake him up?
• Good luck; he'll wrap his arms around your waist and pull you into bed with him.
• He constantly says you don't have to come to his early morning quidditch practises, but he's secretly over the moon when you drag yourself out of bed for them.
• spends the entire day with you on your birthday
• I'm talking about gifts, a cake he managed to procure, having the entire great hall sing "happy birthday" to you over breakfast, and hosting a little party or get-together for all of your friends. He will seize any opportunity to express his love for you and will
Warnings: Mentions of death, anxiety, let me know if I missed anything else!
Summery: Y/N loves her friends and her brothers with all her heart. But, when one of her brother, who is in the army, doesn't send her a letter home, its hard to enjoy her birthday.
You passed the common room, chewing on your already non-existent nails. The mail would be coming any second now. Any second Malcome, the mail deliverer for Gryffindor house, would be walking through that door to hand you two letters. One from Nigle at home and the other from Brent who was overseas fighting for your country.
Sirius and Remus watched you with uneasy faces. They knew how you got on mail day. You weren’t an openly expressive person, but once a week they saw your nerves just explode out of you. And if you didn’t get a letter that week… no one would see you for two days. No one knew where you went. You didn’t eat, they doubted you slept. But on the third day, you would walk into the great hall for food looking like you had gone to war yourself.
James walked down the stairs just as you ripped off your index finger’s nail. He winced for you when you just moved on to your ring finger without hesitation. He sat down besides Sirius and Remus and watched your pace.
“How long has she been…”
“Four hours.” Remus answered, no one taking their eyes off you.
“At least. She was already like this when we got here.” Sirius added. James frowned.
They all knew how important family was to you. And all you had left of the blood family was your two brothers. They practically raised you. Your mother had died in a car crash when you were five and your father in a war when you were seven.
You had been friends with James since you two were in diapers and when you all went to Hogwrats, the boarding school for the Elite, you met Remus, Sirius, Lily, and Peter. They all knew of your situation. You were raised like a military daughter by your father. He hadn;t meant to be so harsh when he was home and it never bothered you. But because of the way you were brought up, you never showed emotion or weakness, if you could help it. You were scarily physically fit and you had a tactical brian. (You were the only one both Sirius and Remus lost at chess to). When he died it was really hard. You had James and your brothers, but after the funeral, Brent had to leave again and Nigel was barely ever around because he worked so much. But you all made do with what you could.
The door opened and you stopped halfway on your partially ripped off nail as Lily Evans walked in. You tore the rest of the nail off and continued to pace. She frowned and sat down by the boys.
“She looks worse than normal.”
“She didn’t get a letter last week from Brent, remember?” She nodded.
“Right. I forgot. Should we-”
“No,” all three boys replied in unison. While Lily was your closest female friend, you were much closer to the four boys. Even Peter who was serving out a detention with Professor Flitwick, the geography teacher. She sighed and sat back into the couch and watched you with the rest of the boys. You had finished tearing apart your right hand and had started on your left when the door opened again. You paused and looked up. Black hair? Check. Brown eyes? Check. Tall and gangly? Check. Messenger bag? Check.
Malcolm had arrived with the mail.
Everyone dashed over to the man and he handed everything out, you waited in the back. Silently and what could have been mistaken as patients. The boys and Lily got they’re mail and walked back to the couch to wait for you. You always got your mail alone. You always insisted. You always made sure you got your mail alone.
You walked up to the messenger boy and he smiled.
“How are you doing, Y/N?”
“Alright, and you?” You looked in his back and back at him. He smiled gently and handed you a letter and a box.
“I’ve been fine. Happy early birthday, Y/N.” He handed you the objects and left. You watched him go and stared at the door even after it closed. You swallowed and went back to your friends.
“What did you get?” Lily asked with fake chipperness, earning glares from the boys. She tried too hard sometimes. She had the best intentions, but she didn’t understand that you had to be the first to speak. She couldn;t go out in search of a conversation. It was just how you functioned.
You didn;t answer and set the letter and box down. You looked at the neatly wrapped box. It was from Nigel, as expected. Moment of truth. You held your breath, and so did the boys, as you flipped the card over.
Nigel Y/L/N
You tensed at the name written. It wasn't from Brent. He never missed two weeks in a row. What had happened? Is he alright?
You swallowed and silently stood, picking up the box. You nodded to your friends and disappeared up the stairs, not being able to control your shaking much longer. You were scared. So so scared. You wouldn’t be able to sit through your brother’s funeral. If that's what happened. James had to take you away from your fathers, but what would happen if it was Brent lying in that coffin instead of your father this time?
Two weeks in a row. You couldn’t fathom it. You didn;t even care that it was your birthday week. You just didn’t care. You just wanted to know that he was alright.
You set the letter and the box down on your bed before grabbing your secret emergency bag and disappearing out the window and down the vines on the tower. You needed a minute. And by a minute you meant two days.
Two days passed and no one had seen you, as usual. On the third day, the boys were expecting you to walk in for breakfast, but you didn’t. The four of them exchanged glances. That had never happened before. It was always two days. No more, no less. Did they like it? No. Did they wish they could change it? Absolutely. But they could not. Three days in a row though? That had them even more worried.
The breakfast bell rang, singling it was time to go to their first class. Luckily they had they’re favorite class. Literature with Professor Mcgonagall.She was not only the head of their house, but she was the only person who sort of put up with their antics.
“Where do you think she is?” Remus asked James and Sirius. Peter and LIly were walking a bit ahead of the three. James and Sirius shook their heads.
“I don’t know. But it can’t be good. I snagged her some fruit and a muffin incase we see her, though,” Sirius said. He was the one always looking out for your physical health. Making sure you were eating enough and not studying too hard or working down at the coffee shop in town for too long. Remus and James made sure that you knew all of them were there for you. Peter was the annoying little brother who could get you to roll your eyes with amusement and Lily would often distract you with gossip that you had no interest in hearing.
“That's good. She always looks like she has lost twenty pounds when she comes back.” James and Sirius nodded in sad agreement.
The five of them entered the classroom to see you sitting at your usual spot with your normal ridgid back, though you looked more stiff than normal. Lily and Peter greeted you before taking their seats, though all they got was a silent head nod. James sat down on one side of you and Sirius took the other side. Remus sat in front of you besides Lily.
Sirius pulled out the food and sat it down beside you, wishing he had thought to grab some bacon before it had disappeared.
“Here,” he slid it over to you, but all you did was eye it before pulling your attention back to the front. “Y/N, you gotta eat.”
“Not hungry,” you grumbled out. He bit his tongue before he came back with a snarky comment. He was normally able to, but when you were like this, even the teachers walked on eggshells around you. Your temper was notorious around the school and you would most likely disappear for another few days.
“It's not much, Y/N/N. I really think you should-”
“Not. Hungary.” He studied you for a second more. Your cheek bones were sharper and your eyes duller. He could see all the bones in your hand and your collar bone looked as if it were about to break skin. Not to mention you were paler than a ghost.
“Then eat it for me?” You glanced at him and clenched your jaw. You two had a mini argument with your eyes, but you were too tired to continue fighting with him so you took the napkin and started nibbling on some of the grapes.
You hated to admit it, but you were hungry.
Mcgonagall saw you eating but let you. She was normally strict about that sort of thing, but you were always the exception. Especially if it had been a rough weekend. You went through the motions of the day. You always had a class with either Remus, Sirius, James or all three. Sometimes your classes had one of those three plus Peter and Lily. Mcgonagall was the only one you six had all together, though.
After classes you went to the great hall, ate one thing and left without a word. No one was too happy with your actions, but they didn’t want to push you further away by arguing with you about it. Hopefully you would be better in the morning.
You weren’t.
You showed up for breakfast, which was good. You ate an apple and a piece of bacon, but that was it. You couldn’t stomach anything other than that. Sirius tried to get you to eat something else. A bit more, a chocolate chip muffin or one of those mini cakes, but you begged him with your eyes to stop. He nodded and stopped attempting to get you to eat more.
The two of you normally knew what the other was thinking, which always freaked James and Remus out a bit. All it took was for you two to glance at each other sometimes and there would be some inside joke shared. You two were actually the reason charades were banned on game night. Not like you two didn't normally win anyhow when you were paired up.
Yet again, that day you went through the motions. They all watched you do it. The next day was your birthday. Your sixteenth. They had all planned a surprise party, just you six, but you wouldn’t want to participate. They knew that. How they wished your brother had had a chance to send a letter back. It was actually painful to see you like this…
The next day you woke up and immediately wanted to go back to sleep. But Lily made you get up and get dressed. The boys were waiting for you down stairs with soft smiles on their faces, which you appreciated. Normally they would be all over you and you would all laugh like maniacs. But you weren’t in the mood for laughing.
“Happy birthday, Y/N/N,” James said and kissed your hairline. A thing he had done since you were kids. You two were exactly like siblings. He was a Y/L/N and you were a Potter. A bit weird when you thought about it, but also not weird at all.
“Thanks, Jamie.” You said with a smile.Remus and Peter wished you a happy birthday and hug as well.
“Happy birthday,” Sirius said finally as you all headed out of the common room. He patted you awkwardly on the back which made you chuckle. You rested your head on his shoulder as you two walked, honestly about to fall back asleep.
“Thanks, Sirius.” You said sadly.
“He’s alright, Y/N. You know that.” You stayed silent. You really wish you did.
You ate a bit more at breakfast that day, thanks to Sirius insisting that you have a small breakfast cake. You could use the sugar anyhow. But, despite your friends' best efforts, you felt the worst today. You just wanted to curl up in your blanket and sleep for an entire eternity. Until the war was over and your brother could come home. Until summer when you would be able to see them both. You just wanted your family back. That was the one thing you wished for that you knew could never happen.
“Now, who can tell me what we learned from Hamlet?” Mcgongall asked from the front of the class. You weren’t paying attention. Normally, you and Lily would be rivaling each other, playfully, to answer the question, but you just didn’t have the energy or the care to answer today.
The door squeaked open from behind the class and everyone turned in their seats to see who it was. Everyone but you. You were rolling your quill up and down the parchment with nothing but dull boredom. After a few minutes Sirius nudged your side.
“Hm?” He nudged you again. “What?” You looked up at him, irritated, but then you caught something else. You looked past him and your whole body stopped.
There at the back of the class was Brent. He was in his uniform pants and a plain white t-shirt and had a box in his hand. He had that stupid half, crooked grin on his face as he stared you down.
Tears were in your eyes as you jumped up and ran to him. You leapt onto him and wrapped your legs around his waist like you did when you were a little girl.
He hugged you tightly as you buried your head into the crook of his neck. You sobbed into his shirt and squeezed him tightly.
The majority of your classmates were surprised by your reaction. They never saw you really show much emotion other than laughter. To see you actually leap onto someone like this and start to sobbing was something completely strange and forgin to them.
But you didn’t care. For once in your life you didn’t care that they saw a weaker side of you.
“I hate you so much. You're such a jerk.” You mumbled into his shoulder. He hugged you tighter and chuckled.
“I know. I’m sorry. I’m so so so sorry.” You sobbed again. And he looked at his old teacher, silently asking permission to leave with you. She rolled her eyes and made a shooing motion with her hands. He smiled gratefully and took you out of the room.
He took you down to the “Black Lake”, still carrying you like a child. You two got a few weird looks but neither of you really cared.
He set you down and you two sat across from each other. He wiped your face off.
“Hey, no more crying for me. Ok? I’m alright. See?” He held his arms out, making you chuckle with a hiccup.
“Yeah. Ok.” He frowned and set a hand on your knee.
“Hey. You gotta take care of yourself too. You look terrible. You actually get fed good food up here, and what do I get? Nasty surprise meat. I’d take advantage of that if I were you.” You nodded and hugged your knees.
“How’ve you been, though? Your letters aren’t always very detailed.”
“I’m alright. I met a pretty girl over in America when I was stationed over there last month.”
“And you didn’t tell me?” You gasped, faking offense.
“I told Nigel.”
“Rude.” He laughed and shoved your knee. You smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.
“So why are you here? They wouldn’t let you out just for my birthday.”
“Actually I got stationed at the base close to home. I got the day pass.”
“So you have all day?” You asked excitedly.
“I do, you have class.”
“It wouldn’t be the first time I skipped. ALthough, the boys might be upset that I didn;t ask them to tag along.” He smirked, mischief glinting in his eye.
“Well perhaps, since it is your birthday and all, we can have a break from school? You and the boys? What do you say?” You beamed. “I’ve been wanting to meet who you have been talking about. I mean, I know James, but the other three?”
“You’ll love them!” You started to ramble on and on about them and he just smiled. He never saw you this animated about much before. Even as a little girl you would hide your emotions a bit more than any other kid your age would. Especially after losing your mother. You were too little to really understand what was happening. You did understand, though, that a person you trusted and cared for was never coming back. That had broken you a bit. It only got worse with age. And then when money became an issue when your father died and Nigel started to work non-stop and then Brent joined the army, it was just so much for someone so young.
The bell rang and you smiled.
“Meet us at the football in ten minutes.” You ran off quickly. He rolled his eyes and shoved the present he had gotten you in the pocket of his uniform. He remembered a bit of stuff in your letters about the group of friends you had found. He hadn;t seen you since you had joined the school-what is that now?- four years ago, maybe? He nearly didn’t recognize you when he walked into the room.
You had gotten taller, definitely, your hair was a bit (Darker/Lighter) and you looked almost exactly like dad, but more feminie. He couldn;t have helped but get a bit sad at the sight of you, though. He had missed so much of your life. So many Christmases, Birthdays, Halloweens. He missed them all. But at least you were able to get your school supplies and your uniform. Eat a proper meal, when you would let yourself
He walked down to the football stadium on campus but stopped by a payphone to give Nigel a ring. He hadn;t seen him yet, and although he would disapprove of you and your friends skipping the rest of your classes, he was almost positive that he would come meet you and spend your birthday with them.
You caught them as they were walking out of the classroom. They smiled at your smile and jogged over to you. Sirius slung an arm around your shoulder.
“See. I told you he was alright.”
“And thank god you were right. Anyhow! He wants to spend the day with me and since he hasn;t met any of you yet, would you all like to come along?”
“Ditch classes?” Lily asked disapprovingly. You gave her puppy dog eyes. She sighed in defeat. “I will not tag along, but I will not stop you nor will I rat you out.” YOU smiled, knowing that was the best you would get from her. You turned to the other boys.
“Count me in! I haven’t seen Brent in ages.” James said happily.
“I’m in too!” Sirius laughed. “Getting out of class is getting out of class!” he laughed. The three stared at Remus and Peter.
“I just got out of detention,” Peter squeaked. “I don;t want to go back to helping Mrs.Norris de-ratify the dungeons!” You gave a pout, but understood. Then you turned all your attention on Remus. He opened his mouth about to decline the offer, but you mouthed a silent “please” to him and he gave up.
“I suppose one day of skipped classes.” You grinned, wide.
“YES!” You yelled and pulled the three after you. “You two are going to love Brent! He's been dying to meet you!” They all laughed, glad to see you back to your usual self.
You took them down to the Football field where you saw two boys talking leisurely. You smiled and ran faster.
“Nigel!?” The second boy looked up and smiled.
“Speak of the devil.”
“What are you doing here?”
“Sargent Slacker was telling me about your plan to skip school and drag your poor friends plus James-”
“Hey!”
“-along for the ride.”
“They willingly came, there was no dragging. Oh! Neither of you have met Remus or Sirius yet!” You shoved them in front of you, Sirius laughing and Remus stumbling a bit. “Sirius, Remus, these are my older brothers, Nigel and Brett.” You gestured to the two. “Nigle Brett, this is Sirius Black and Remus Lupin.”
“I’m James!”
“We know!” All five of you called in unison.
“Nice to meet you, Remus, Sirius,” your brothers said and shook their hands. Nigel ruffled James’ hair as you all started to walk down towards town. It wasn’t far from school and was a nice quaint area with lots of places to hang out. None of the people that roamed or shopped there would rat you out to the teachers for ditching. Some had already tried to tattle on the kids early on in the school’s years but stopped after a few years realizing that it wasn’t going to do anything. And, honestly, it didn’t happen so much anymore.
You were talking with Brent and Sirius upfront while Remus and James were in the back with Nigel.
“So, what's been happening at school? How’s Mcgonagall?”
“Still teaching the same courses as when you were here.” You answered with a smirk feeling much more like yourself. Four years. It had been four years since you last saw your brother and now he was home for a little while. You laughed the whole way down to the coffee shop. Brent and Nigel slowly getting to know Remus and Sirius.
When you finally got to the coffee shop you and Sirius went to find a seat while everyone else went to get the order in. You got the same thing everytime and Sirius had given Remus his order quickly and a few coins to get it.
“So, having a good birthday I take it?” Sirius asked. You laughed and nodded, looking over at your brother who was messing up James’ hair.
“It may sound selfish, but yeah. I really am.”
“Why would that sound selfish?” You looked at your friend with a small smile.
“Well, to me, at least, it sounds like I don’t appreciate you guys. You have to deal with all my shit all the time and it's so not fair. I’m sorry, really I-”
“Hey. No. Don't be sorry. If we minded putting up with your shit every now and then we wouldn’t stick around you at all. Don’t ever be sorry though, alright? I couldn’t imagine Reg going off to war and leaving me stuck here, wondering if he’s alright or not. I’d completely lose it. You can at least function.”
“Barely,” you scoffed. Sirius chuckled.
“Barely is still functioning.” You looked down at your lap, still slightly ashamed for the way you had been acting. Sirius grabbed your hand and squeezed it. You looked up at him. He smiled and you smiled back. He opened his mouth to say something when Brent came back with a tray of drink and food. He slid in besides you, handing you your (Favorite over the top sugary drink) and eyeing Sirius, though you didn’t notice. Nigel, James, and Remus appeared a a second later with the rest of the stuff and started to distribute the food.
Back in the line a few moments earlier:
Brent ruffled James’ hair playfully and James laughed.
“So how’s she been doing, really?” He asked James as they made their way closer to the counter. “She tells me my letters are vague but that girl knows how to skirt around a question.” James chuckled and nodded.
“She sure does. When your letter comes in on time she’s normally pretty alright. Of course, she always gets a little tense around that time but when they’re late,” James shook his head, not knowing how to say it, but Brent got the picture. He glanced over and saw you and Sirius holding hands and narrowed his eyes.
“Ok, and what's his deal?” James looked over and saw you and Sirius.
“What? Sirius? What do you mean?” James asked, trying to play it cool, but getting very worried. He was Sirius’ best friend. Of course he knew of a few extra details about his personal life. One of those extra details was a crush that he had been nursing for a good two years. James noticed it first, being like a third brother to you. He asked Sirius about it and he denied it. But then about a year ago, Brent’s letter had gotten lost in the mail and didn’t show up for about a month. You had gone into such a frenzied state that you couldn’t move. You had scared the crap out of Sirius and that was when he realized that his feelings had altered towards you. James always told Sirius to go for it, but you had lost so much that Sirius didn’t want to jeopardize anything.
“Yeah. Why’s he holding her hand? And why’s he been looking at her like that since he came to the field? Don’t tell me that-”
“Brent. We are in our fifth year now. You do remember what hormones are, right?”
“That is exactly what I’m afraid of. That they’re just hormones.”
“I really don’t think that's what it is.”
“So he does?”
“Well, yes, but-” Brent grabbed a tray before James could say anything else and marched over to the table. James watched, horrified. What had he just unleashed?
You were all laughing at stupid stories from childhoods and school. Everything was right. For you, at least. Brent couldn’t get it out of his mind that someone close to you had a crush on you and you were, seemingly, completely oblivious.
He had missed four years. Four whole years and now some teenage boy wanted to suck your face. That did not sit right with him. Especially because he saw himself in the boy that had been holding your hand a few moments ago. He was and remained to be a player. He knew one when he saw one. It was true, he had found a girl in America, a real nice one, too. And she made him want to settle a bit, not go sucking face with every girl in every country he went to. But it had taken him twenty four years to find that. You all were still young. And he saw how heavily you relied on your friends. Scarily enough, how much you relied on this one.
“Brent?” He snapped out of his thoughts and looked at you. “Are you ok? You zoned out for a minute.” He smiled and ruffled your hair roughly.
“I’m all good, kid. How’s sixteen feel?”
“Pretty good,” you laughed and shoved him off of you. “Though, havn’t gotten to try it out much.”
“Well, you’ll have a whole year to try it out.” You all left the coffee shop and started to roam the streets. You and the boys all wanted to go into the sweets shop and ran in, but Brent stopped Sirius and held him back. “I want to have a talk with you.” He had placed a firm hand on Sirius’ shoulder, not letting him move. Sirius swallowed but obeyed.
They started to walk through town in silence and Sirius kept looking over his shoulder at the sweets shop. He wasn’t the biggest fan of candies. More of a cake and pastry type, but the candies were your favorite so he always made sure to go in with you.
“So.” Brent said, stopping by the fountain. “How old are you, Sirius?”
“Seventeen, sir.” Sirius was never one to use “Sir” or “Ma’am”, unless it was in a mocking manner, this, though, was a situation that he knew he needed it in. He might be reckless, but he was also a gentleman and knew when to use what.
“And you know my sister is sixteen.”
“As of today. We had this party planned for her later, if you’d like to come. And Nigel. I bet she’d like that.”
“I bet she would, family and friends mean everything to her.”
“Yeah, they do.”
“And if something happens to the people she cares about, she doesn’t take it lightly.”
“Completely right,” Sirius said uneasily, not knowing how exactly to reply.
“So what are your intentions with my sister, exactly?”
“I just want to be there for her. She’s done the exact same thing for me.”
“So you're just repaying her? Toss her out when your debt is paid in full?”
“What?” Sirius asked, alarmed. “No! No! Not at all!”
“Then what? What more do you want from her? She may not seem it but she’s openly trusting. Naive at times even. People could take advantage of that.”
“Yes, they could. I hope you don’t mean-”
“That you would? That's exactly what I mean. I may have been gone for four years, but I’m not blind. I see the way you look at her, she may not, but I do. And if you ever think about hurting her in anyway-”
“I promise, that's the last thing I ever want to do. She’s like family to me. I wouldn’t ever dream of hurting her one bit. I owe her so much and she’s just… the best.”
“Damn right she is. I’m warning you though. I know your type. And my little sister will not be hurt, understood?” He didn’t give Sirius a chance to reply before walking away, leaving him by the fountain not knowing what to do.
Sirius had felt a burning hole in his chest for two years. He hadn’t realized it at first but now that he knew about it he knew he wouldn;t be able to get rid of it. The threats your brother, although valid, had just thrown his way scared Sirius half to death. He was twice his size in height and muscle mass but more than that, he spoke the truth. The only thing that had kept Sirius from not saying anything to you before about how he felt was all those fears. He didn’t want to hurt you. He wanted to be there for you. And if that was only through friendship-
He sighed and kicked the ground, shoving his hands in his pockets and touching a box in his leather jacket he had gotten for you for your birthday. Lily and Remus and James had helped him pick it out for you. He was going to tell you how he felt tonight and give you your gift but all those fears were resurfacing now and he knew he wouldn’t be able to.
“Sirius!” You shouted. He looked up and saw you running at him with a large bag in your hands. “Sirius come on we were- hey, what's wrong?”
“Huh? Nothing. Why?”
“You don’t look good. Did you get enough sleep last night? Did you eat enough? Are you not feeling alright?” He chuckled and brushed off your concerns.
“I’m fine. I’m fine. Why are you worried about me? Its your day.”
“Well, yeah, but the only reason I like my birthday is because I get to hang around you guys. And now my brothers are here and its even more perfect! Are you sure you’re alright? We can go back up to the school if-”
“What? No! Come on, James and Remus will be looking for us.” You pursered your lips but nodded and broke out into a smile before dragging him down the street towards the candy shop’s entrance where everyone was waiting. You spent a bit more time around town before deciding to head back up to the school for dinner. Your brothers, unbeknownst to you, were coming back later for the party you didn;t know was happening and you wouldn’t let Brent go when he said that he ought to be on his way.
You James, Sirius, and Remus headed back up to the school alone. You and Remus up front examining all the goodies you had gotten from town and James and Sirius in the back.
“James, can I ask you something?” SIrius asked, watching you and Remus a good ten feet ahead of you.
“Of course! What's up?”
“Should I really tell Y/N tonight? I mean, it would take away from her birthday and her brother and-”
“Woah woah woah, what did Brent say to you?”
“What?”
“Brent, he was the one who put this in your head, right? Listen, I love the guy to death, but he’s overly protective of her.”
“That's funny coming from you.”
“Yeah, but I’ve watched you with her, Sirius. It's different. I know you won’t do anything stupid. You care too much about her. We all do.”
“Right but what if-well, what is going to happen if she doesn’t feel the same?”
“She will. Trust me.”
“Or what if something happens. She can’t lose another person, James. She can’t, this entire plan is just stupid. I’m not going to do anything tonight. I’m not going to tell her.”
“Until when?”
“Ever! I’m never going to tell her.”
“What! Sirius, you’ve got to be joking!”
“No, I’m not. The only way I can ensure she won't get hurt is if I stay close as friends. There's no danger there.”
“Yes there is! Come on, Sirius, mate, please just tell her tonight! You aren;t going to-”
“Come on slow polks!” You yelled over your shoulder, smiling and waving. “Your supposed to be the athletic ones.” Sirius laughed.
“ Wanna race then?”
“You’re on, Black!” You took off towards the school and Sirius ran after you before James could say anything else. Remus and James then walked slowly together after you two.
“What was that about?” Remus asked. James shook his head watching you two run.
“He’s not going to say anything.”
“WHAT!?”
“Brent got into his head and brought back all that shit we spent years getting out.”
“You have got to be joking!”
“I wish I was, Rem, I really wish I was.”
Your brothers were enough to keep you distracted while the boys set up the grounds for your party. Sirius remained set on the fact that he wasn’t going to tell you, despite what Remus and James tried to tell him. They spent the last four hours trying to convince him but nothing was getting through to him.
The sun had set and the lights were on as everyone waited for you to show up with your brothers. They had taken you out all day. Shopping and Milkshake hopping and just touring town.
You and your brothers appeared over the hill a little less than ten minutes after everything was all set up for the party. Your brothers were in the same clothes but they had forced you to change into clean jeans and a maroon top with embroidered flowers along the neckline. Your hair was down but the front pieces were pulled back and you wore a pair of converse sneakers, the cleanest pair you owned(which isn't saying much since there were mud splotches all over them).
SIrius smiled as you came speeding down the hill slightly ahead of your brothers. You beamed and tackled the four boys in a hug. Peter had shown up to help decorate along with Lily.
“I can’t believe you all did this!”
“How’d you know?” Sirius smirked and you rolled your eyes pointing up to the Happy Birthday Y/N sign above your head. The sign he had created himself. “Oh, and here I thought I gave it away.” you pushed him jokingly and laughed. He smiled, happy to see how thrilled your were.
Your brothers finally made it down the hill and the festivities began. Drinking and eating and laughing filled the air along with the bitter chill of night and early morning.
By the end of the night you were sitting on the edge of the dock a few yards away from the party, dipping your feet into the lake. Sirius came up behind you and sat down. You smiled and leaned your head up against his shoulder, closing your eyes and breathing in his leather Jacket. He kissed your hair and leaned his head against yours.
“Thank you,” you said after a minute. He looked at you and knitted his eyebrows.
“For what?” you smiled and looked back at the party.
“For this. For today. For everything.” You looked back up at him with huge eyes. “You really are amazing, Sirius.” He smiled and slid his jacket off, putting it around your shoulders.
“I’m only amazing to those who deserve it. And you deserve it and so much more.” You grinned and stared at him. “What?”
Your smile dimmed a minute as you looked back out at the lake.
“Nothing.”
“Hey, don’t do that. What’s wrong?” You sighed and leaned back onto your elbows.
“It's really nothing, Sirius. Just forget it.”
“No, this is your day. You tell me what you want and I’ll get it for you.” You rolled your eyes and chuckled.
“Knock it off. Your such a dork.”
“I’m serious,” you opened your mouth to make a smart comment but he kept talking. “You want the stars? I’ll get you the stars. You want the moon? Its yours. You want the biggest diamond in the world? Consider it done. JUst tell me and I’ll get it for you.”
You stared at him and took a large chug of your liquid courage. You licked the rest of the alcohol from your lips and looked at him straight past his eyes and into his soul, like you tended to do.
“You.”
“Wh-what?”
“You. I want you, Sirius.” He swallowed.
“You have me, Y/N/N.” You shook your head and slid up so you were on your knees.
“No. I don’t. I want all of you Sirius. I want to be yours and I want you to be mine. I can’t say that for once in my life I want to be selfish, because I always am. But, I’m ready to just take this time. I’m tired of waiting around. I. Want. You.”
“Wouldn’t you prefer the gift I got you?” You clenched your jaw and stared at him even more intensely.
“Take it back.” You growled. He swallowed.
His lack of response or interest broke you. You sighed and sat back on your heels, brushing the hair that had stuck to your face away. You shook your head and stood.
“Forget it.” You started to walk away from him, back to the party. He knew once you stepped off that dock you'd be out of his reach forever.
Unlike you, Sirius was never selfish, especially when it came to your well being. And just this once, he wanted to be. Just this once he needed to be.
“Y/N!” he called and ran to you, but you kept going. It pissed him off that you didn’t listen to him. He clenched his jaw and grabbed you by the waist, making you squeal as he carried you back to the end of the dock. He set you on your feet and held you in place.
“Sirius-”
“Listen. I love you, Y/N. I have loved you since the day I met you. But, I don’t want to hurt you. I refuse to be the reason you're hurt or the reason that you're crying. I can’t stand to see you sad and I want to be able to protect you from everything in this world, though I know you won’t let me. I’m terrified, but tonight, I don’t want to be. I just… Y/N, I-” you grabbed his face and brought him down to your lips as you rose to your toes. He eagerly kissed you back. Pulling you closer to him and deepening the kiss. You tasted like alcohol and wishes and light. Everything that you stood for and everything he loved about you. And, just like he thought, he was addicted.
When you two pulled away you both knew you were screwed. That there was no going back after that.
“Sirius,” you said hoarsely, but he just shook his head and pressed his lips to yours again.
“No.”
“You didn’t even know what I was going to say.”
“I don’t care.” he pressed his lips to yours again and you smiled into it as you wrapped your arms around his neck and he lifted you off the ground so you could wrap your legs around his waist. Happy birthday to you.
Brent looked down from the party, crushing the cup in his hand as he watched you make out with the black haired boy. He was grinding his teeth as he watched you kiss him back. James came up beside him with a grin on his face along with Nigel.
“Woah, Seems like little Y/N/N is all grown up.”
“You knew about this?” Brent asked angrily, turning to his brother abruptly.
“Of course, those two have been making eyes at each other since, what did you say James, 3rd year?” James nodded and took a sip of his drink. “Glad the guy finally had the guts to do it.” Brent turned back to the scene to see the two of you running up the hill, hand in hand laughing, you in his jacket. He clenched his teeth but Nigel just knocked his shoulder.
“What?”
“She’s a big girl, Brent. Trust her. She’s not that little girl you left behind when you went to the war four years ago.” He turned back to you two and sighed. He knew you weren’t, but he couldn’t help but see you that way. He loved you so much, and to suddenly be back with you all grown up…
“Brent! Nigel!” You beamed and ran up to them. “You guys are the best. Brent hugged you tight and ruffled your hair.
“Happy birthday kiddo.” You frowned up at him.
“You aren’t leaving are you?” He smiled sadly.
“Afraid so. I have to be headed back. But I’ll write, I promise, ok, kiddo?” You smiled sadly and nodded, hugging him tightly again.
“Be safe,” you mumbled into him. He smiled and kissed your head.
“For you, always.” He patted James on the back and looked at Sirius.
He held out his hand which Sirius took nervously. Brent took a breath and calmed himself down.
“It was good meeting you, Sirius.”
“You as well.” He looked over at you and back at Siirus.
“Take care of her.” He smiled and looked at you, who raised an eyebrow.
“Always,” you rolled your eyes at him and went to start talking to Nigel, as you three walked away.
“I'm proud of you,” James said, patting him on the back as Sirius finally breathed.
“Is he always that terrifying?” James laughed and pulled Sirius back into the party and despite him being terrified of Brent, all he could do was smile because he knew that as long as you and him were together, everything was just fine.
And from that day on everything was. Even the days when Brent didn’t write, he helped make them slightly easier. When he had a nightmare you were there for him. And life moved on perfectly and happily for the two of you.
Merry Christmas and a happy early New Year!
I hope you guys enjoyed this! I'm sorry I've been MIA for so long, life is absolutely disgustingly hectic.
As always please let me know what you think and anything you all want to read about!
Hopefully, with luck I'll be posting more in the New Year!
Hiya! Could I perhaps request like.. a short fic of coming out as Non-Binary to james? I love ur writing sm!
I swear I read this completly wrong the first time I saw this and Queenie had to correct me. I originally though it was James coming out as Non-Binary and I wanted Meowth to be like "Well ya, we knew. Especially when you did the bikini contect with your MEOWMY-milkers."
I was only a little dissapointed but now it's been added in so people can see my horrible pun. Now without furthur ado, the headcanons.
Discord (16+) - Request Information
SFW James: Coming Out
"So...James..." You began, sitting next to the blue-haired failed villain. The boy looked over at you, clearly startled by your sudden appearance.
"Oh, hello." his fake-suave but still endearing voice rang out.
"I have a bit of an announcement and wanted you to be the first to know." You began, your heart hammering in your chest. The good news was you knew exactly how this interaction would probably go. The bad news is that the entire ordeal was still nervewracking.
"Of course, what is it you need to say." His full attention was now on you.
"Well you see...I'm ah..." You said, looking off to the side, "You know like...the term trans?" You asked him.
"Yes...are you saying you're trans?" James asked, leaning forward. You paused for a moment and let out a short and breathy laugh.
"Yup." You finally said. James just smiled over at you with a proper laugh.
"That's great! Have any names in mind? Pronouns?" James asked, clearly interested. You should've known he'd be on board completly. After all, Team Rocket was basically the alphabet mafia.
"Um, not yet...but I'll let you know once I figure it out, okay?" You said and James just squeezed your hand.
"Sounds good, now come on, I think Jessie and Meowth will be back from scouting soon. I swear, we're going to catch that Pikachu." He said, a look of determination in his eyes.
Hey I've been reading your writing for a long time now and I love each and every piece you've wrote, you're amazing keep up the good work! I wanted to request a James x Reader fluff thing? Maybe they share their first kiss and James is like wowww I love this person???
oh man oh man ;-; this is soft af. thank you so much for reading my stuff buddy ❤️
James didn’t like groups.
Not since leaving the Whisperers.
But the Ericson kids felt like a rare exception;
A group of equals, seeking survival over power.
And when he learned they accepted the real him,
He felt all the more comfortable.
Over time, their small school began to grow.
Only accepting children or teens;
Only accepting those needing shelter and support after isolation.
And that’s how James met Y/N.
A year in, Louis had rescued them from the lake,
Bleeding out and abandoned in the water,
Left for dead.
Their old group had used them as distraction,
Their mental health and struggle with sensory processing were what was attributed.
So, when Y/N had been wounded while hunting,
They left them behind.
The Ericson kids all gritted their teeth.
They hated stories like those, but they were common.
At Ericson, they were almost the norm.
They had gone from a school of misbehaving children,
To a home for the young, hurt, and outcast.
It was a safe haven, crafted by them and for them,
And they swore nothing would happen to Y/N again.
Their injury healed fairly quickly,
An arrow wound to the ankle the apparent cause.
Ruby tended to their wounds as they cried,
Squeezing James’ hand to detract from the pain.
It hurt a lot,
But James refused to flinch.
Their comfort was paramount right now.
In a week’s time, they were able to walk on their own,
Albiet wobbly,
But James was there through every step;
Every shake and sturdy one.
James was the one who offered to rehabilitate them,
Teach them the ins and outs of Ericson,
And show them the ropes.
He was delicate and kind,
The most patient out of the entire Ericson group.
He knew what it felt like to be outcast and isolated.
He refused to let Y/N’s injury,
Though no fault of their own,
Leave them as an outcast as well.
As their wound continued to heal, James took them out on chores.
They went fishing and hunting,
Wood collecting and scouting,
All hand-inn-hand.
It had started out as offering balance to Y/N as they walked,
But it became habit as Y/N got healthier.
Neither of them wanted it to stop.
Whenever one of them was worried, they squeezed,
And the other drew closer;
Both alert and aware.
That winter, James squeezed their hand and Y/N slipped closer to him,
Shivering,
James wrapped his arms around them, pulling them close and keeping them warm.
“Wear this on our way back.” He said, draping his jacket sweetly over their shoulders.
“But you’ll get cold-“
“I wear too many layers anyways.” He said, offering a sheepish smile.
As he tugged up their hood, their eyes locked,
The snow fluttering on the ground all around them,
Mesmerizing by the colours and fragments of light in the other’ gaze.
James gulped.
“Should we head back?” He whispered,
The moment so delicate he didn’t want to break it.
Y/N smiled,
Lifting to capture his hands in theirs.
“Yeah, let’s go home.”
Y/N reached for his hand, knitting their fingers with his,
Eyes not breaking their sweet contact.
James could only smile,
Mesmerized and smitten,
Flustered with what he was supposed to do,
What he wanted to do.
James’ thumb traced shapes on the back of their hand,
Eyes wandering the woods on alert.
Y/N nuzzled in closer to his side,
Cherishing the warmth.
Arriving home, James softly unlocked the gate and whisked them inside,
Locking it behind them.
“James, I-“
He whisked around and placed his palms on either side of their face,
Soothingly brushing at their cheeks,
Then crashed his lips to theirs.
It was a moment of magic,
And Y/N clutched onto his shirt,
Smiling into the moment.
By the time they pulled away, James sighed,
Ears, cheeks, and nose bright red.
“Wow,” he breathed,
One hand on their cheek,
The other squeezing one of their own.
“Congrats you two,” a voice called from up above.
The two flinched and looked up,
Spotting Louis in the watchtower.
“We’ve been waiting for you two to finally get together.”
The two blinked in shock,
Turned to each other,
And burst into a fit of little giggles.
Before either of them had finished,
they dove in for another sweet kiss,
Smiling and giggling all the way through it.
Wow.
Yes.
They were the one.
Every day, they were inseparable.
James placing cute flowers or trinkets behind their ears or in their hair,
Y/N drawing on the back of his hands or arms,
Making ‘fake tattoos’ for the both of them.
They did all there chores together,
Hand in hand,
And James always littered their cheeks with kisses once they returned.
In the Arms of Justice Pt 17 (Cop!Bucky Drabble Series)
Characters: reader x Detective Barnes, Natasha, Rumlow, Scott.
Summary: Reader is a witness to a crime, tying her to the investigation as well as the police involved. She never would have guessed how that one night would continue to change her life years later.
Warnings: Some anxiety, also blood, murder, weapon and death mentions (none of it graphic), violence against women, gritty police drama tv show kind of feel.
Word Count: 1429
Tags at the bottom. TAG LIST IS CLOSED, I’M SO SORRY.
A/N: Alright, you guys. If you thought things were crazy in the last part…whew. Prepare yourself. I’m ready for the screaming. ;) I’m so happy that you are all still excited about this series!! Thanks for sticking with me!
“I’ve had a few days to check up on you, Ms. Y/N (Y/L/N).” You shuddered to hear your name tumble from his mouth. “God bless the internet. You’re quite the altruist…doing good deeds and helping people. That’s what you want to do, right? To help people?” he asked you, gesturing in your direction with the tip of the knife, causing you to flinch.
“Y-yes.”
“Good. Cause you’re gonna help me out. You’re gonna walk out of here with me. Willingly. Or I kill everyone in this whole damn place.”
_________________
Terrified as you had felt since stepping into the office, your blood ran even colder now upon hearing this threat. Time slowed to a crawl. It felt like hours had passed when in reality, only minutes.
“What?” you gawked in fear. “You want me to…come with you?”
“That’s right. You wanna save your friends? Come quietly and I’ll spare them,” he spoke matter-of-factly.
Heart hammering in your chest, you placed your hands on the back of the office chair, steadying yourself. Mind finally beginning to function in survival mode, you considered your options. Screaming for help would have people rushing in, but he was probably faster. He could strike you down and then take even more lives in a desperate attempt at escape. On the other hand, refusing to come with him would prolong the ordeal and agitate him, possibly leading to a similarly bloody scenario.
He was right. Coming quietly was the only way. Better to sacrifice the one for the lives of many, you thought. Your stomach churned with fear, feeling the blood drain from your face even further. You didn’t want to die. A pair of warm, piercing blue eyes flashed in your mind followed by the memory of a kind smile and soft lips brushing your own. Could it only be this morning that you woke up in his arms?
Thoughts of Bucky gave you a tiny bit of comfort. You were grateful for the time you’d had together and the knowledge that he would stop at nothing to catch Rumlow. Especially after…
You swallowed thickly, gathering your resolve before replying. “Okay.”
He raised his eyebrows in gleeful surprise. “Smart girl. I knew I could count on you,” he said, flashing that sickening grin of approval.
“Where….where are we going?” you dared to ask, but not expecting a truthful answer.
He chastised you almost playfully with a grin. “Ah ah ah…no spoilers. First of all, you come over here. It seems we don’t have much time, thanks to you,” he gestured forward with the knife before pocketing it, maintaining a subtle grip upon the handle.
On shaky legs, you slowly made your way around the desk toward him. Beckoning with his free hand, he lightly gripped your arm once you were finally in reach. You nearly gagged at the feeling of those calloused fingers upon your skin once again.
“That’s it, sweetheart. You try anything…offer a hint to anyone on the way out and things’ll get messy,” he spoke in a low growl, murderous anger barely contained.
With a shaky intake of breath, you nodded.
“Alright then. You walk us out of here, say whatever you must to convince them why we’re leaving, and you get us to the elevator. I’ll be close behind you and I’ll be watching,” he threatened, yanking on your arm hard enough to force you to face him.
You yelped in surprise, his grip tight on your upper arm. “I won’t say anything. I…I promise,” you tried to assure him.
“That’s a good girl,” he said as he released you, then nodding for you to open the door.
Hand on the door knob, you rolled your shoulders back and held your head high. Acting confident is the best way to sell a lie, even though you thought you might be sick at any moment. Flipping the knob to unlock, you opened the door and stepped into the hallway, feeling his dark presence following close behind. You took a few steps before Natasha saw you and started to approach.
“Y/N, is everything alright? I heard from…”
You cut her off sharply. “It’s fine, Natasha. Mr. Kopecky and I are on good terms now. He actually has some documents of his aunt and uncle’s that we can use. He left them in his car, but got turned around in the building so I offered to escort him down. We’ll return shortly,” you nodded at her, with a hopefully convincing smile.
“But your phone, there was a…”
“Don’t worry about that,” you rambled on, placing a hand on her arm. “I’ll take care of it when I get back. Thank you, though. I won’t be long,” you met her eyes briefly, seeing her puzzled expression.
You walked on swiftly before she could respond, occasionally nodding at co-workers and other staff as you passed through the long hallway with your evil shadow in tow. Just as you turned the corner toward the elevators, you nearly collided with a man in a suit, a kind grin upon his face.
“Y/N! We’ve missed you the past few days. I hope whatever kept you away has been resolved,” he offered with a smile that crinkled his eyes.
“Mr. Lang, I, um…yes. I hope so, too,” you forced a smile, hating to brush past him in your hurry but you were so close. “You’ll hear about it soon enough. I’m on an errand right now, though. Excuse me.”
Finally reaching the elevators, you paused to see Rumlow step forward and press the down button. Within seconds a ding was heard and you stepped inside, watching the doors close and you finally exhaled. Once again, he chose your destination which in this case was the parking garage. You found yourself collapsing against the railing, feeling tears pool in your eyes. All those people…your co-workers, turned friends…Natasha, Scott, so many others…you’d never see them again. No proper goodbyes allowed.
“Hey, don’t get soft on me now,” he spoke in a gruff voice, pulling on your elbow roughly to make you stand. “You’re not quite done yet.”
You tried to pull yourself together again, brushing a knuckle under each eye to prevent the tears from falling. He stood close behind you, his breath disgustingly warm upon your neck. The elevator ride took a few minutes with people stepping on and then off from different floors. By the time you reached the lowest level of parking, you were alone with him again.
Another ding was heard and the doors opened, revealing the cement-covered parking garage. You took a step or two forward when suddenly there was rush of movement and the shouting of voices as dozens of people in uniform swarmed before you. In response, Rumlow grabbed you from behind with a strong arm around your waist, pinning your arms to your sides. You felt the sharp point of the knife piercing into your back, making you gasp.
The elevator doors had closed behind you, so Rumlow was trapped. He used the slightly recessed doors to hide himself, then also using you as basically a human shield. Ahead, you could now see police officers in bullet-proof vests with guns raised, NYPD boldly displayed in white across their chests. And there, front and center, was your Detective Barnes.
“Brock Rumlow, you’re surrounded. Drop your weapon and let the girl go,” he demanded with authority, his hard eyes trained on the man. His gaze softened slightly as he met your eyes. A sob of fear and also relief burst from your throat upon seeing him.
Behind you, Rumlow cursed and fidgeted, trying to find a way out. “I’ll kill her! You let us get into a car and drive away or I gut her like a fish.”
You flinched at his words, but careful of movement, aware of the precarious placement of his knife.
“I can’t let you do that, Rumlow. Let her go and we’ll talk,” the detective said in a calmer voice. He was in negotiation mode now.
Rumlow held you even tighter, making it difficult for you to breathe. “I didn’t do those things! I haven’t done anything wrong,” he tried to lie to save his own skin.
“Well, if that’s true then let her go. Innocent people don’t need hostages.”
Your captor swore under his breath, now seeing that he wasn’t going to win. There was a moment of silence. A stalemate. Bucky held your gaze and you saw the debate running through his mind. If he aimed for Rumlow, he would likely hit you, too, but there was no way he could let him go, either. He needed a distraction. You had to catch Rumlow off guard, gain the element of surprise.
That was when you knew what had to happen. Staring into the brilliant azure stare of the detective, you offered a little smile, followed by the smallest of nods. His eyebrows raised, a flicker of fear upon his face. You inhaled the best you could and then made sure he was watching as you mouthed the following words.
Three…
Two…
One…
“NO!”
________
Part 18>>>
________________________________________________
Heh. Whoops. Sorry for leaving you hanging, out on that cliff. Kinda. :) But hey, we finally get to see Detective Barnes again! Part 18 will be up next Tuesday, May 23, which, oddly enough, is my birthday. :D I’ll be keeping up the Tuesday and Friday schedule until finished. Number of parts is still unknown, but at least 20 parts. Let me know your thoughts!! I know you have them. Come and scream at me all you want. I love you guys!!
Permanent tag list and AoJ tag list are both closed, I’m sorry!!
Omg ok first of all love ur work ❤️❤️❤️!!! Second, can you do James from Twdg reacting to his s/o having abusive parents? Thx!!!
Thank you buddy!!! I love YOU ❤️
I think James would get really angry. Angrier than the cave scene from the final episode of season 4. He’d be mainly angry that someone he loved had parents who had treated them so cruelly, but he’s also be mad that he couldn’t do anything about it.
He’d pace the room, clenching and unclenching his fists, mulling over what he should do with the information that had been presented to him. His partner would try his best to calm him down, but he couldn’t help himself. He was angry. Pissed. They were one of the purest beings on the Earth and someone had the audacity to lay their hands on them in cruelty?
“James, I’m okay now–” “And I’m thankful for that. But they did that to you.” He bit down on his cheek to stop from getting too angry. “That’s repulsive.” Thank God the apocalypse was underway. Otherwise, he’d track them down for being so cruel to his person - the one being who made their horrific world light.
