Reposting this from my one shot book on wattpad 😛
James POV
Sirius and I were hanging in my room while my mum and dad were out somewhere when we heard the doorbell ring. It was late so we were both confused about who could be at the door. "I'll get it." I walked up to the door and as I opened it my face dropped in shock.
At the door I saw Regulus, my boyfriend. Normally I would've been overjoyed to see him but right now I couldn't believe what I was seeing. With a black eye, a bloody nose, and just bruises and blood on every part of his skin that I could see, this was giving me deja-vu from when his brother showed up on my porch in a very similar condition. There was a bag next to him and tears streaming down his face, "James, my mother- she- ", that's all he could get out before he broke down completely.
I rushed to pick him up and carry him and the bag to the couch. "Holy shit- Sirius!" I yelled. "What's wro- Oh my fucking god. I've never hated that bitch more than I do now. ", He said running down the stairs obviously talking about his mother.. "Quick grab me the...", I named 3 potions I knew that my mum used when Sirius and I got hurt (which was often because of the amount of dumb shit we did on the daily).
"Okay", he said and sprinted off to get them. "I'll be right back," Reggie gave some semblance of a nod and I ran to the kitchen to wet some towels with some warm water to clean Reggie's face and some cups for the potions. When I got back Sirius was already there putting the potions on the table, trying to calm Regulus down.
"Alright Reg deep breaths for me okay. In. Out. In. Out.", He demonstrated while I organized the potions on the table and poured them into the cups. Once Sirius had succeeded in calming Regulus down I gave him the potions,"Here Reggie, drink these," he drank them all quickly. As Sirius gave him some space, I could see his face sag with relief as the potions washed away the pain.
I grabbed one of the towels I wet and keeled in front of him and started cleaning off his face. I felt his body relax and saw him close his eyes as I gently grabbed his face. I cleaned up the tear tracks and blood, making sure to be careful around the bruised area of his face.
"Feeling better love?", I whispered once his face was as clean as I could get it with water. He opened his eyes and managed a small, soft smile and whispered back, "Yeah, a little." I smiled softly and leaned up a pressed soft kiss to his lips,"Good". His face went slightly pink.
"WAIT A DAMN MINUTE", Sirius said loudly (and dramatically) but not quite yelling.
We had both forgotten that he was there. "YOU GUYS ARE LUCKY I JUST HAD A DEMONSTRATION OF HOW GOOD YOU ARE FOR REGGIE BECAUSE IF I HADN'T- YOU WOULD BE DEAD", he said pointing at me, "AND YOU-", he said pointing at Reg, "YOU WOULD NEVER HEAR THE END OF HOW HORRIBLE I THINK YOUR TASTE IS"
"Oi!", I said bursting into laughter at Sirius' dramatics. He even coaxed a laugh out of Regulus. "YOU KNOW WHAT! I CANT TAKE IT! SUCH BETRAYAL! IM GOING TO BED!", He made a show out off walking to and up the stairs.
I stood up and sat next to Reggie pulling him into my lap so that he was facing me. I wrapped my hands around his waist. "You wanna talk about it?", Reg shook his head before burying his face into the crook of my neck and tightening his arms around it. "Wanna go to bed?" I felt him nod so I stood up still holding him and carried him up the stairs with me to my room.
I set him down on my bed and gave him a pair of old sweats that would actually sorta fit him and one of my hoodies. (It was so big it went over his hands.) He climbed into my bed and I got in after him, he wrapped his arms around my torso curling into me. I wrapped my arms around him and put my head on top of his. "Goodnight Reggie" "Goodnight Jamie"
Before I went to sleep, I swore I would protect Regulus from anyone else for the rest of my life, even if it was his so-called "family".
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going to a rave with the 141 boys
A/N: can u tell im excited for my upcoming rave bender? the next few weekends are gonna be intense and i’m here for it
cw: alcohol, casual drug use
ghost
- let’s be real, he would never actually agree to go to a rave with you. the closest you’ll ever get to taking him out to something similar is a bar, and it’s going to be the usual dingy one near base. he rarely even goes to that one unless it’s for celebrations or he wants to brood solo with some liquid luck by his side
- in the highly unlikely instance you do manage to bring him, he surprisingly fits in - visually at least
- his balaclava and simple compression shirt that he’s worn seems to be the vibe of everyone else, just very toned down. maybe he’s a casual raver, not too keen on dressing up like everyone else is what passer-by’s think
- not that anyone’s really paying attention, they’re all either tripping balls, high off their faces on MD or too busy feeling the music to care
- ghost is definitely feeling out of his element
- so many shirtless, sweaty men doing ‘ridiculous’ dances and women in skimpy outfits that flash all sorts of bright colours
- you’ve definitely dressed up for the occasion.
- ghost is absolutely floored when he sees what you’re wearing for the first time
- “what the fuck are you wearing”
- definitely acts more like a body guard than a rave buddy. everyone is so intoxicated. he’s on high alert the whole time, keeping a keen eye on you while you lose yourself to the sensations of the music rumbling deep in your bones and the feeling of bodies brushing up against you by the stage where the dj continues to do their thing
- you’re probably not even close to the stage, you’re further back where there’s less people and simon actually has the space to be able to breathe
- it doesn’t matter though, you’re still having a blast and dancing away to your hearts content
- ghost definitely can’t help watching the way you move your body, trying his best not to seem creepy, but you seem so in your element - it’s almost like watching you in the shooting range. you’re so lost in focus
- it’s hot as hell
- even if he thinks the way you’re dancing looks absolutely ridiculous, you’re confident and he finds it deeply attractive
- “don’t ever bring me to one of those again”
soap
- probably the most on board out of everyone to join
- you guys absolutely sat in your room together while you did your makeup and dolled yourself up
- “oi lad/lass, can ye put some o’ that on me?”
- soap gives you the biggest shit eating grin when you pull out a small baggie of pills to get the both of you through the night. you better pray there’s no upcoming standard military drug tests
- you are definitely going to be the one babysitting the entire time
- you almost lose him several times and the only reason you were able to find him again was because you heard loud scottish yelling
- arriving for the first time, soap can’t help but let out a low whistle. “fuckin’ ‘ell”
- tries to mimic the way you and the people around him are dancing but can’t for the life of him figure out how tf you’re all moving your bodies so quickly and fluently to the rapid beat of the music
- almost falls on his face trying the first time
- you’ve got him dressed up in the sluttiest, most ridiculous outfit that you think you’ll ever see him in. it’s definitely caught the attention of a few people around you
- god he’s so cocky when he realises he’s popular amongst the crowd with all the men and the ladies
- it may be boosting his ego but don’t worry. he’s only got his sights set on you
- speaking of sights set, soap can’t stop staring at you. you’re wearing the most revealing outfit ever seen and he swears then and there that he’s going to marry you
- he knew that he wanted to make you his, but tonight definitely sets that in stone
- the following weeks, you’re getting amused grins and eye rolls from your teammates (ghost is absolutely the one rolling his eyes)
- soap had secretly snagged a video of you dancing to your hearts content and made a point to make sure everyone bears witness to it
- when you find out, soap is sulking in the rec room with a bag of frozen peas pressed against his head, sulking like a kicked puppy
- oh well, at least he managed to hide one video of you after forcing him to delete them all
gaz
- it’s not his scene, but god he’s curious
- agrees to tag along with you, and boy is he glad he did
- his eyes are all over you the entire night. he just can’t help it when you’ve prettied yourself up so good
- “you look stunning, love”
- he’s content to just watch you truly be yourself, mingling and swapping bracelets with strangers and drunkenly stumbling around the place with a joyous laugh leaving your lips
- definitely would need occasional moments away from the crowds to allow him the space to gather his thoughts
- soap is probably there with the both of you tbh. it was originally a trio outing, but soap has run off to do his own thing
- don’t worry, gaz is here to watch over you and make sure you’re safe
- he takes it upon himself be be the sober one
- besides, he wants to remember the way you sway your hips to the beat and drag your fingers through your hair
- can’t help the slight pang of jealousy when he sees you dancing with another man, his eyes raking over your body and his hands reaching out to touch you
- “move along buddy”
- gaz is quick to pull you next to him, a steely glare directed at the man as he pulls you in to his side, your wide, surprised eyes looking up at gaz
- gaz isn’t usually one to be overprotective or jealous, but god is it hot when you bear witness to it for the first time
- absolutely chews soap out on the way home for stranding them amongst the hundreds of people at the rave
- you’re sleeping soundly - a small, drunken yet content smile on your face as your head rests on gaz’s shoulder in the cab home
- gaz can’t help but smile at you softly, hand reaching up to brush your hair out of your eyes as you rest
- he definitely stood out like a sore thumb at the rave, but it definitely won’t be the last one he’s attending. how could it be? you were such a delight to watch
- tonight will definitely be replaying in his mind for the following weeks to come
price
- you would lose your job so quickly if you ever brought price along to a rave
- occupation aside, unless you have the luck to win the lottery - price is probably also not joining you
- the poor bastard is not big on crowds, especially amongst so many young adults that are so intoxicated on more than just alcohol
- he’s not the oldest there, far from it, but his time serving in the military has made him feel detached from popular trends and the normalcy of civilian lifestyles
- you probably end up leaving early. the loud music gives him a headache, and god - do people actually listen to this?
- “don’t you dare take that shot”
- you definitely downed it after giving him an evil smirk
- the entire night is spent on the sidelines of the dance floor. there is no way that price is dealing with that many people pushing up against him while also dealing with the pounding in his head
- bitching and moaning aside, price is glad to see you letting lose and enjoying yourself instead of burying yourself in work and training
- you’re a hard worker, he knows you deserve this chance to cast aside the burdens of your occupation
- he’d never admit it, but he was glad to get off base (even if it was at an event he would never willingly go to on his own accord)
- he’s standing a few metres to the side, hands in his pockets and chuckling, shaking his head in amusement as you dance away in your own little world while he sips on a beer
- he’s discrete about it, but his eyes slowly travel over your body when your eyes are closed and you’re too lost to the beat of the rhythm - body coated in light layer of sweat, skin gleaming an assortment of colours as the lights bounce off your body
- he feels bad when he says he need to get the hell out of there, but his heart melts a little when you’re nothing but understanding
- he would never admit it, but it wasn’t the worst night of his life
- he got to see a new side of you that he never expected to see
- walks past the training room a few weeks later where you’re busy training. it’s late and everyone has retired for the night, but you’re gunning it on the treadmill, the same music the two of you listened to that night out playing from your bluetooth speaker
- he can’t help but think back to the way you moved your body so seamlessly to the harsh beat of each melody
- it’s ingrained permanently in his memories. it’s altered his brain completely
- he treasures it like an overprotective dragon does with its hoard of glittering gems and gold. what he saw that night was for him to see and him alone. the 141 boys have no idea what they’re missing out on
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