#romantic!!

[sirvinter]

kiss w/ tongue

[maeflowerio]

james doesn’t remember when these nightmares started, if he’s being honest with himself. they just did. and it hurt.

these nightmares wouldn’t ever leave a memory, but james would always awake in tears. he’d awake in a cold sweat with tears just pouring down his face, his face and pillow beneath him soaked. his hands would be shaking and he wouldn’t be able to catch his breath.

he never mentioned these nightmares to anyone, mainly because they only happened at the darkest parts of the night and he wouldn’t remember them.

also because it didn’t matter.

sirius had nightmares of the noble house of black constantly, remus would have nightmares of full moons, and marlene kept having this reoccurring nightmare of drowning.

james having a nightmare once and a while didn’t matter. it wasn’t a big deal.

even when it started happening more often.

once every few months turned into once every month, which then developed into once every week.

then he had them every night.

this one was just particularly bad. he had remembered a little bit of it.

he remembered sobbing as his throat closed and the last breath left his lungs.

then, james woke up.

he immediately started sobbing and grabbing at the sweater he had borrowed from moony. he felt like he was suffocating. he grabbed and pulled at his hair as his lungs tightened and tears soaked into his skin.

“jamie?”

james couldn’t hear. there was a loud ringing in his ears and it felt like he was a ticking time bomb, so close to completely bursting.

james curled into himself and bit down on his lip as the tears just kept coming.

he felt calloused hands grip at his legs, the calloused hands caught on his skin and james suddenly felt warm and safe.

that’s what his head suddenly halted at.

who the fuck-

“james…” “jamie…” “sunshine.”

it was remus. remmy. moony. his moon.

“remus,” james sobbed.

“jamie,” remus whispered and held james.

james’ hands gripped onto remus’ thin david bowie shirt, and he sobbed into it. remus ran one of his hands up and down his thigh and the other tangled into his hair, twirling black curls around his fingers.

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“what happened, baby?” remus whispered softly after a while, the sun slowly rising and lighting up their dorm room.

“nightmare. they’ve been happening a lot lately, moons.” james whispered against remus’ chest.

“baby,” remus mumbled against james’ hair. “why didn’t you tell me?” he sounded so disappointed and almost sad. james’ heart hurt.

“i dont know,” james sobbed. “i- i didn’t think it was that important or special! siri and you have them all the time and i just never didn’t think-“

“james. with or without me and pads having them, you having them is important. maybe even more so because you shouldn’t have a reason to be having them.” remus scolded softly, interrupting james’ choked out sobs.

“oh,” james said dumbly.

“next time, love?” james looked up at remus and they stared into each other’s eyes. “let me know,” remus smirked down at james and james’ heart ached. “i’ll scare the nightmares away, yeah?”

james giggled and nodded.

they ended up moving to remus’ bed and laid down together, james head against remus’ chest and they slept.

they slept and held each other, and for the first time in months…

james slept.

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[oedipalrivalry]

giacinto fachetti and tarcisio burgnich in durham during the world cup, 1966 (x)