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middleearthpixie · 9 months

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Here I come bringing my obsession your Ask Box!

AUgust Mashup:

Eomer + Enemies to Lovers + “I didn’t know you cared.”

No pressure: Please and thank you! <3

Ahhhh... I know this took me FOREVER, but here you go (and you should know, this is my very first time ever writing Éomer, so I really hope I got him right!)

I hope you like it! 💜💜💜

Fair Enough

Trope: AUgust Mashup Enemies to Lovers

Quote: “I didn’t know you cared…”

Pairings: Éomer x fem!reader

Warnings: None. Just fluffy fluff

Rating: G

Word Count: 4.6k

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“Isn’t there some way we could just—you know—knock him from his saddle?”

You bit back a smile at Cynewyn’s suggestion, although it did have merit, and tried instead to focus on the plate you were drying. “The trouble with that would be, we might spook his horse and if it was injured, we’d never forgive us, would we?”

“Well, no. I don’t suppose we would. But, the horse might be just fine. Only Éomer would get no less than he deserves.”

“True, but it’s a risk I’d rather not take. The last thing either us or papa needs is to to pay for replacing his horse.”

“It would be no less than he deserves as well, the snake. I’d like to throw a rock at him right now.”

“Makes two of us, but again—”

“I know,” Cynewyn sighed, “it’s a risk you’d rather not take.”

“Exactly.” You smiled at your older sister. “We can only hope that one day, he gets his and that we are lucky enough to witness it.”

“Which is not going to happen.” Cynewyn went quiet as she dunked another plate into the washbasin. “Still, why would he do that to you, anyway? What was the point?”

You shrugged, taking the plate to wipe dry. “To make sport of me, I suppose. After all, isn’t it funny when a man pretends he’s interested in you and then when you show up at your agreed upon meeting place, he’s nowhere to be found? And isn’t it funny when he and his friends were just outside of the pub, giggling like children, is just so amusing?”

“Men? Bah! They are but boys. Big boys, but boys just the same.” She passed you another plate.

You said nothing, but dried the plate and then slid it onto its shelf in the cupboard, atop the small stack you’d already dried. In the time it took you to do that, Éomer had moved on down the road that ran before the kitchen windows of your family’s small stone cottage. You should have known he’d been sporting with you when he asked you to meet him at the coffeehouse the previous week. Until that morning, he didn't seem to know you were alive. It was only too bad you could not say the same, because not only did you most definitely know he was alive, you thought he was the most perfect man alive. That afternoon, however, he toppled from that pedestal and shattered at its base as far as you were concerned.

Of course, that didn't mean his thoughtless actions didn't hurt. Because they did. They most definitely did.

But, you’d not think about what happened any longer. He’d gotten a good laugh at your expense, but you would rise above it. You had no other choice, really. He was the king’s nephew and you were… well…

You were nobody, really.

A depressing thought.

You finished drying the dishes and left your sister to whatever it was she was doing. You shared a room and night after night, you would stretch out on your bed and try to read whilst she went through her seemingly bottomless supply of fabric for whatever gown she was going to try to copy from whichever lady she saw in town. She was really quite gifted, so you didn’t mind when she asked you to be her model, as you had no dressmaker’s dummy. But tonight, she did not need your assistance and, claiming a headache, instead she chose to go to bed early. A good night’s sleep was always welcomed, but as you lay there in the dark, sleep mocked you instead. It had been happening more and more often now, as the world grew more unsettled and while you could usually find some way to drift off, tonight was not one of those nights. You were simply too restless and so you slipped from the small stone cottage to go for a walk.

You tried not think about how disappointed you’d been when Éomer stood you up at the coffeehouse. Perhaps you should have expected it, but it hurt just the same. Of course, you weren’t the only one who imagined catching his eye. Half the women of marriageable age in Edoras dreamed of doing just that and no one could blame a one of you. Not only was he the king’s nephew, but he was so blasted handsome, with his long, wavy dark gold hair and direct hazel eyes. And whenever you saw him on horseback—you melted a little on the inside each time.

Of course, now he knew you fancied him and not only that, but he’d used it against you. Knocking him off his horse wasn't even close to being enough. Still, you couldn't dwell on it forever. In time, everyone who was in that coffeehouse would forget.

Everyone but you, anyway.

“And that is the last we will think of it,” you muttered, trying instead to focus on something, anything, else as you strolled on.

It was a peaceful night, hints of the coming autumn in the crisp edge of the breeze that stirred the leaves last night’s storm had pulled from the trees. The best thing about the stone cottage at the end of the road in Edoras? You were the farthest point from the king’s residence, which meant you would most likely not cross paths again with Éomer at this time of night. True, he’d been riding south, which meant that at some point he would pass by here again, but you’d have enough warning, as the road was wide and almost no trees lined it. Sneaking up on you would be almost impossible.

Not that he would even try. He’d made himself perfectly clear where you were concerned.

The night sky was clear, spangled with stars and moonlight bathed everything as far as you could see an etherial silver color. There had been rumblings to the east, and you’d heard talk amongst the menfolk about the possibility of war, and you also knew that orcs had been seen on the borders of Rohan. And that was why you did not leave your house without a blade of some sort. Although your father was not overjoyed at the thought, he allowed both you and Cynewyn to carry a small sword, which you were almost never without. You weren’t a master by any stretch of the imagination, but Papa had made certain you and your sister learned how to defend yourselves, should the need ever arise.

Your walks had become your way of remaining sane when it seemed there was so much uncertainty all around. The thought of war was so foreign to you, as your father insulated you and Cynewyn as best he could, and yet you knew it wasn’t far off. The king’s health was failing, and you’d heard rumors that he, Éomer, and the king’s advisor, Grima, had been butting heads of late.

Perhaps that was why Éomer had gone thundering past the kitchen windows on his horse as he had. One too many cross words with his uncle, maybe? In some ways, you hoped so, for if Éomer was banished, life would become easier for you.

But at the same time, if you were completely honest with yourself, you knew if he left for good, you would miss him terribly. How difficult it was, caring so much for a man you also tried so hard to despise! If only you could forgive him.

If only.

You vowed once more to not think about it.

Instead, you concentrated on the beauty of the night sky, of how those stars seemed so vast and endless, how the moon managed to bathe things silver although it gave off no light. You listened to the whisper of the wind through the scrub grass and bushes that dotted the landscape seemingly to the edge of Middle Earth. The wind whispered, crickets chirped, and in the distance, an owl hooted. A normal night.

Or so you thought.

You heard the noise before you saw the creature that made it and as those sounds reached your ears, the stench reached your nose. Your heart lurched, your stomach kinked, and a sour taste filled your mouth, brought on both by the stink and the coldest, iciest, most petrifying fear that ever permeated your being.

Papa always told you not to venture too far from the road. One never knew what lurked in the fields sweeping east and west, where twisted trees grew in clumps and provided cover for many things.

Such as the orc now standing over Éomer’s prone body.

You ducked, shifting toward the stand of pine trees twisted by the winds, which thankfully carried any sounds you might have made away from the orc and Éomer. Metal clanged Éomer blocked the orc’s downward swing with his blade. He held fast, his arms trembling from the effort and his heavy glove the only thing keeping the dual-sided blade from slicing into his hand.

The orc appeared to brace harder against his blade, determined to run Éomer through and you couldn't let that happen, no matter how angry or hurt you were because of him. So, you slid your blade free and crept about the pines as silently as you knew how. You’d learned from Papa, who would take you with him when he went hunting, and although you could never bring yourself to kill anything, you learned from him just the same. Besides, an orc wasn’t anywhere near as beautiful as a deer or fox. Quite the opposite, really. They were the ugliest, vilest, most disgusting creatures to walk the earth as far as you were concerned.

Your soft-skinned boots made no sound as you approached and the orc never knew what hit him when you swung and cleaved his head clean from his shoulders. What was left of him collapsed like a sandbag atop Éomer, who swore softly as the creature’s thick, black blood splattered him.

Nausea rose in your throat as it spattered you as well, and you tried to ignore it as you grabbed the still-warm shoulder and threw the corpse back. “Are you all right?”

“I’ve had better nights,” Éomer groaned, rolling over and onto his knees, his sword clattering softly in the dust. “What are you doing out here?”

“I was but going for a walk. What is that—” you gestured to the dead orc—“doing here? They do not usually venture so close to our borders.”

“They grow bolder and have been for some time now.” He rocked back on his knees and swept his silver and brass helmet from his head to let it clatter to the ground alongside his sword. “Are you all right?”

“Me? I am fine.” You resheathed your sword and carefully crouched alongside him. His dark blond hair was damp with sweat, pulled away from his face and held back with a small strip of worn leather. “And you?”

“I’ll be fine.”

“What happened?”

“It’s nothing.” He winced as he shifted onto his backside and gingerly prodded at his left thigh.

You looked down, your stomach clenching at the sight of the wound that must’ve bled terribly, for the entire front of his trouser leg was stained with a large wet patch. It looked as if the orc’s blade had sliced through the fabric. Without thinking, you brushed his hands aside to see for yourself and as soon as you had, you wished you hadn’t.

The wound was ugly and raw, a long slice from just below his hip to his knee, and still bled freely. “We need to get you home.”

“You go on. I need to find my horse.”

“Your horse is not here,” you told him, scanning all around to make certain you weren’t lying. You were’t. There was no sign of a horse anywhere about. “Come, let’s get you up and I will help you.”

“Just leave me…”

“Oh, don’t be a fool!”

He jerked back. “I am serious. Leave me. The last I want is harm befalling you on my behalf. So please, just go. There will be more of them coming, looking for this one,” he nudged the corpse with one boot. “And I am not at all certain I’d be able to protect you.”

“You mean you aren’t certain you’d want to.”

He just stared up at you. “I didn't say that, nor would I.”

“You might as well. Aren’t I only a laugh to you anyway? Ever the fool for you and your friends to chuckle over.”

At least he didn't try to deny his actions or motivations as he said, “Oh… the coffeehouse.”

“Yes,” you nodded, “the coffeehouse. So, you’ll forgive me if I don't believe you would lift a finger to keep an orc away from me. Of course, you would do well to remember that it was I who saved you from an orc regardless. Still, if you wish to be left alone, far be it from me to insist on staying.”

You moved to stand, only to have him catch you by the wrist. “No, please,” he said softly, looking up once more, “don’t go. I—I owe you an apology for that.”

“To save your sorry skin, no doubt.”

To your surprise, he chuckled. “I deserve that.”

“Oh, that’s mighty big of you to admit,” you said dryly. “How very big indeed.”

“Very well, you’re right, you know. About all of it. And I mean that in the most sincere manner possible. Honest.”

That took a bit of wind from your sails and you sighed. “Perhaps we might fight about it later?”

He bobbed his head. “I wholeheartedly agree with that notion. Much, much later. In fact, we should never speak of it again.”

“Once you apologize, you mean.”

“I just did apologize.”

“No,” you shook your head, “you said you owed me one, which you do of course. But admitting it is not an actual apology.”

To your surprise, he burst out laughing. It was cut short by a sharp inhale of pain, but his smile only wavered as he snorted, “You’re joking, right?”

“You mean to tell me you honestly considered that an apology? Those sorry words? Truly?”

“Well…” he nodded. “Yes."

“Fine.” You stood up and brushed dirt and crushed pine needles from your backside. “I’ll bid you good eve then. You should hope you’re mobile once more before they come looking for their friend.”

You had every intention of marching off, of just leaving him there to rot, not caring if any more orcs happened upon him. It would serve him right. Apology. Bah! He could go pound sand, as Papa would say.

However, you only got maybe ten feet away when your conscience got the better of you and you came back to find he hadn’t moved an inch.

“Come,” you growled, crouching beside him once more to take hold of his left wrist. “Let’s get you back.”

“I didn't know you cared,” he said even as he allowed you to help him up.

“I don’t. I should let you rot.”

“So, why aren’t you?”

“I don’t know. I’m a soft-hearted fool, I suppose.” You gave a not so gentle tug. “We should go. His pack is bound to notice he’s not returned and I do not want to have to explain to your uncle how I let you get butchered by orcs.”

“I’ll be forever grateful,” he replied drolly.

“Do you wish my help or not?”

He draped an arm about your shoulder. “Yes, of course I do. And I appreciate it as well.” He winced. “How far are we from Edoras’ border?”

“It’s better if you don’t know.”

“That far, eh?”

He leaned heavily on your shoulder, and you tried to ignore the stinging along your neck, the dull ache that spread down into your shoulder from bearing the brunt of his weight, as he was considerably taller and heavier than you were. “I’m afraid so, yes.”

“Wonderful.”

For reasons you couldn't begin to explain, the drollness in his deep voice made you laugh. “Yes, I couldn’t agree more.”

You managed to get him back to the road, him leaning hard against you with each step he took on his wounded leg. And with each step, his gait slowed. “Take care,” he said when you stumbled. “It would do us both no good if we fell.”

“I beg your… pardon,” you gritted, hefting him higher on your shoulder once more, “but… you are… not light, you know.”

“I know and I appreciate your help here as well.” He went silent for a long moment, then, drew in a deep breath and added, “And I’m sorry. For what I did at the coffeehouse.”

“All you had to do was come in and tell me you’d changed your mind, you know.” you told him, staring straight ahead, waiting for Edoras’ reassuring lights to come into view. At least then, you knew you’d be close to home and close to safety.

“The thing of it is, I didn’t change my mind.” The regret in his voice surprised you and you stopped without warning, catching him as he stumbled, then scolded, “Take care, if you wouldn’t mind.”

“I’m sorry, but what? What do you mean, you didn't change your mind? Of course you did. I was there, remember? I was there and you were not.”

“No, I know that, but,” he pulled free, easing his arm from about her shoulders before shifting to settle on a rock, “I need to sit a moment.”

You didn't fight him, happy to be free of his weight, even if only for a few minutes. You rubbed the side of your neck. “Only a few minutes, though. We don’t know how much time we have left.”

“I know.” He looked up at you. “I didn’t change my mind, you know.”

“So you’ve said. What you haven’t said, was why you just left me sitting there like a fool.” Finally, you were able to get that weight off your chest, your eyes stinging the way they had in the coffeehouse, when you realized he was not coming through the door. “Why did you do that to me?”

“I was coming in,” he said slowly, looking up to meet your gaze, “and when I saw you… I got nervous and I know that sounds idiotic, but it’s the truth. It was a stupid, fool thing to do to you and I am ever so sorry I hurt you. If I could but do it over, I would walk through that door and we would not be having this conversation. And for that, I am also sorry.”

You had waited so long for him to assume responsibility for how he’d hurt you. And now that he had, you were at a loss for words. How did you respond to that? What did you say?

“Am I supposed to believe you had an attack of nerves? You, of all people?”

“Is that so hard to believe? I’m only human as human as any other man, you know. And that means that yes, sometimes, I have an attack of nerves. I’m not made of stone, I’ll have you know and you—”

You waited a moment for him to finish, your heart beating erratically now as those words were the last ones she ever thought she’d hear from him. But, when he remained silent, just staring at the ground, you leaned in. “I what?”

He looked up then, his eyes soft, and murmured, “You stole the breath from my lungs.”

You could only stare. Were you but dreaming or perhaps he’d suffered a head injury before you reached him? One of those had to be the truth because there was no other rational explanation for his words, no matter how they set butterflies free in your belly to batter your insides with their wildly-beating wings.

“Éomer, I—I don’t know what to say,” you finally managed.

“No, I’m sure you don’t,” he replied softly. “And I cannot fault you. But, if you could find it in your heart to forgive me, I would like another chance. A chance to right things between us.”

“Things between us? Is there a thing between us, never mind more than one?”

To your surprise, a sheepish smile lifted his lips. “I should like there to be.”

“I don’t even like you, you know.”

His grin widened. “Somehow, I don’t believe that. After all, you came back, didn’t you?”

“Don’t let it go to your head. I could still leave you out here.”

“You could.” He nodded, then shook his head. “But you won’t.”

You stared at him for a long moment, then let out a heavy sigh of resignation. “No. I don't suppose I will.”

His eyes sparkled with mischief. “I knew it.”

You offered up a smile of your own and then, with all the force you could generate, you punched him square in the shoulder.

He yelped as the blow sent him rocking backwards. “What was that for?”

“Because you, Éomer, are an ass and I should leave you here to suffer whatever fate you deserve.”

“You should, but I wish you wouldn’t.” He reached for your hand, caught it, and linked his fingers with yours. “I am truly sorry, though. You have to believe me.”

“Why should I believe you now?”

Éomer winced as he carefully stood. “Because I would like the chance to right my wrong where you are concerned.”

You looked up at him. “And how do you think you can do such a thing? I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.”

“I’m fairly certain I do.”

He smiled then and bent and before you could say anything, his lips met yours. Despite his wounded leg, he caught your face between his hands, not so much as wavering as his lips moved teasingly and gentle against yours, as his tongue eased between your lips to caress yours, and you shivered at the silken caress. His lips were soft and warm and those butterflies fluttered harder now, with more fury as he kissed you slow and deep and made your head spin as it had never spun before.

Éomer was slightly breathless when he drew back. “So, will you allow me another chance? A chance to right what I’ve done wrong?”

“By all rights, I should say no.”

“But you won’t.” His hazel eyes sparkled with mischief.

“No,” you shook your head slowly, “I won’t.”

In the distance, came the snarl of wargs and that was enough to spur Éomer to drape his arm about your neck once more and say, “We should go.”

“A wise idea, to be sure.”

You made it back to Edoras without incident and you wasted no time in rousing the healer from her bed, just as she wasted no time in shooing you from the infirmary. Someone must have alerted Éowyn as well, for she came hurrying down the corridor, her hair bound up away from her face and still in her nightdress.

“What happened?”

“He was set upon by orcs just beyond the border.”

“But what were you doing out there?”

You managed a smile. “I was but going for a walk. I was having trouble sleeping, and sometimes that helps.”

“You need be careful,” she warned. “What if you’d been alone?”

“We won’t think about that.”

The healer came out. “My lady,” she said with a tired smile. “His lordship is resting now and he’d like to see you.”

Éowyn stepped forward, only to have the healer shake her head. “No, my lady, I’m sorry. He meant you,” she said, looking at you.

You swallowed hard. “M-me?”

The healer nodded now. “He was very clear.”

“I’ll just see what he might want,” you said, feeling no little guilt at Éowyn’s almost hurt expression. “And when he hears you’ve come down to see him, I’m sure he will ask you be brought in.”

Éowyn said nothing, but bobbed her head and you followed the healer into the small, quiet, semi-dark room.

Éomer was abed, the linens stark even against his pale hair, and your heart skipped a beat at the sight of him, as you’d never seen him so informally dressed, his loose tunic left unlaced to offer up an enticing patch of what you were certain was a finely-muscled chest. The image that came to your mind brought those butterflies to life once more deep within your belly.

His eyes were closed, his enviably thick lashes dark crescents against his pale cheeks, but as you drew near, they opened and a tired smile lifted the corners of his mouth. “I thought perhaps I’d dreamed everything that happened this night,” he said softly, “but the pain is far too real.”

“I assume your healer stitched the wound. It looked fairly ugly.”

He nodded. “She did. I can resume duties in a week, according to her.” He gestured for you to come closer and when you did, he added in a whisper, “and we won’t tell her when I’m gone come morning, will we?”

“You should take her advice.”

“I cannot. Not right now.”

“Éomer, you will be useless with only a few hours’ rest and one leg. You need allow yourself time to heal.”

“Are you taking her side?”

“In this?” You nodded. “Absolutely.”

“But… you’re supposed to take my side.”

“I would be, if you weren’t talking such foolishness.”

“Ouch. You wound me.” As he spoke, he reached out and caught your hand, and your mouth went dry as he gave a gentle tug. “Come and lay with me.”

“I couldn’t.”

“You could.”

“Éomer.”

“What?”

“I don't even like you.”

His eyes glinted with a hint of mischief. “We both know that isn’t true, don’t we?”

“Oh, it’s true.”

“Liar.” He tugged again. “Are you truly going to make a wounded man beg?”

“Éomer.”

“What?” He brought your hand to his lips, to your surprise, brushed its back with a kiss and murmured, “Please?”

You stared down at him for a long moment. “You are supposed to be injured.”

“I am injured. Nearly twenty stitches are holding that wound closed. But somehow, I don't think I’ll mind being trapped in this bed, if I have someone to share it with.”

Your heart fluttered. “Éomer. You are in an infirmary.”

“I know, but I’m in my own room, as you see.” He smiled. “No one will bother us and I promise to keep my hands to myself.”

With that, his smile grew mischievous. “Unless, of course, you’d rather I didn’t. And then, the next time I see you in the great hall or the yard, I’ll just look across at you and smile and only you will know why.”

You sighed softly and then, after a quick look about, gingerly stretched out alongside him, your heart beating faster as he drew his arm about your shoulders to tug you closer. You peered up at him. “And why will I be smiling?”

His eyes glinted with that same hint of mischief that let loose even more butterflies in your belly. “You’ll see.”

With that, he caught you beneath the chin with one bent finger, lifting your face ever so slightly and as his lips captured yours, you smiled. “You aren’t going anywhere come morning, you know.”

He broke the teasing kiss to gaze down at you. “Is that so?”

“It is,” you nodded, “because you have some very real making up to me to do. And I’m fairly certain it will take longer than a few hours."

“Making up to you, you say?” One dark brow arched and his smile grew wicked with promise. “I think that’s fair enough.”

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Rinsing Off

Jax Teller x F!Reader

Inspired by Day 31 of the August Prompts: water park

Warnings: 18+, smut, language

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: I don’t usually get like this about Jax but here we are. Ending the August Prompts marathon with a bang! I like to think that this is a good balance of steamy and sweet. Hope y’all enjoy, and thank you for joining me on the ride of getting a fic out every day! The fact that I only missed one day and ended up catching up almost immediately had me impressed with myself lmao

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The car ride home had been almost completely silent. Jax had the radio on, but made sure to keep the volume extremely low so as to not wake the two boys who were passed out in their car seats in the back. Truth be told, you were on the brink of falling asleep yourself. If it had been a little later, the sky a little darker, Jax would’ve been the only one in the car who was awake after the busy day the four of you had had.

You were on the brink of letting your eyes drift shut when you felt Jax’s hand land on your thigh. You hummed in contentment at the feeling of his finger tracing back and forth along the exposed skin of your leg. Jax chuckled, eyes still fixed on the road as he shook his head at you.

“What’re you laughin’ about over there?” you turned and looked at him, still leaned against the headrest behind you.

“Nothin’, babe,” he still had a hint of laughter in his voice.

“That’s not convincing,” you chuckled as you reached and rested your hand on his shoulder.

He looked over at you for a moment, smiling before returning his attention to the road, “It’s just funny, y’know?”

“What is?”

The smile on his face grew, “You used to be up all night partying and still go to work the next day. Now? One day out with the boys and you’re about to be asleep before nine.”

You chuckled, giving his shoulder a squeeze, “Yea, but partying wasn’t nearly as tiring as chasing those two around all day.”

“Water park was your idea, remember.”

You laughed, shaking your head, “Yea, I know. Must’ve forgotten how old I am now. Old lady is more than just a title these days.”

He shook his head at you, rolling his eyes, “Stop, don’t do that.”

You laughed softly before the two of you fell silent again, letting the static-riddled radio station filter classic rock through the speakers. You were a little more awake now, but not much. You shifted around, propping your feet up on the dash and purposely ignoring Jax’s scoff at the action. No matter how many times you did it, and reminded him that even if he was driving it was still your car and you could put your feet up on the dash if you pleased.

Before you knew it, Jax was rolling into the driveway at the house. Undoing your seatbelt, you looked over your shoulder at the boys again, their heads lolled off to the side as they slept. You smiled before diverting your gaze to Jax, who was already looking at you.

“Wanna carry me in after you carry them in?” you asked with a laugh.

“C’mon,” he pushed the door open with the ball of his foot, “let’s get all three of you party animals inside.”

Jax got Abel out of his car seat while you carried Thomas inside. It took no real effort at all to get the two of them to bed. Thomas stayed asleep the entire time you changed him into his pajamas, and Abel woke up for a minute or so to shimmy into his dinosaur pj’s but then he was out like a light again as soon as his head hit the pillow. Jax was pulling the blanket back up over him and the little boy’s eyes were already shut.

Jax kissed the top of his head, ruffling his hair lightly before stepping back and heading for the door, smiling when he saw you lingering in the doorway waiting for him. The light from the hallway almost turned you into a silhouette, but he could still see the smile on your face.

“Thomas all set?” he draped his arm around you as he pulled the door shut with his other hand.

You nodded, leaning into him, “Yea, didn’t even wake up at all. I think he’s gonna sleep right through till morning.”

“He’s not the only one,” you could hear the smile in his voice as he kissed your temple, “You ready for bed?”

As much as you wanted to say yes, you shook your head, “I gotta shower, Jax. I can’t sleep smelling like chlorine.”

He nodded, “I get it.”

The two of you continued down the hall. When you got to the doorway of your bedroom, you thought that Jax was going to veer off and head right to bed, but he stayed right with you. You laughed quietly as he pulled you so that you were walking in front of him, his chest pressed up against your back as he snaked his arms around your waist. You fought the urge to raise your shoulders as he peppered the side of your neck with kisses, his facial hair tickling the sensitive skin there. You could feel the vibration of his laughter against you, and you wished that you could just completely melt back into him.

You shut the bathroom door almost all the way before walking over and turning the water on. Steam instantly started to fog up the glass panels encasing the shower, and even though you weren’t even under the showerhead yet, you already felt better.

Turning around, you saw Jax was already stripped down to his boxers, sliding the rings off his fingers to discard on the sink counter, all of them except one. You smiled as you instinctively traced your thumb along the inside of your wedding band. Shaking your head at yourself, you started peeling over your clothes as well, starting with your shirt.

You reached back to undo the tie on the neck of your bikini, but before you could, Jax was already working to undo the knot. You smiled, allowing him to undo both that knot, and the one at the center of your back, causing the top to fall to the ground.

He stepped in closer to you, reaching around to undo the button and zipper of your shorts, and you couldn’t help but to laugh, “I can do this part myself, you know.”

“You’re the one who said you were tired,” you could hear the smirk in his voice as he kissed your bare shoulder, “I’m just tryin’ to help.”

You laughed and rolled your eyes even though he couldn’t see it, “Such a gentleman.”

Both your sets of clothes were in a pile on the floor as you finally stepped underneath the stream of water coming from the showerhead. You shut your eyes, letting it wash over you, your muscles instantly relaxing at the end of a good, but still long and tiring, day. You ran your hands over your face and back over your head, fingers raking lightly along your scalp.

A few seconds later, you felt Jax’s hands rest on your shoulders, and you immediately let out a hum of approval as you leaned back against him. His thumbs massaged little circles into your muscles and you were almost convinced that you were going to turn to jello and wash down the drain with the hot water.

Sliding his hands down so that they were resting on your hips, he kissed your shoulder, “I love you.”

You turned around to face him, water running down your back and his chest before pulling yourself up against him. You kissed him on the lips, “I love you too.”

Unable to fight the urge, you reached up and ran your fingers through his now-dripping hair, slicking it back out of his face. You repeated the motion a few times, smiling at the way his eyes shut as he soaked up the tender gesture. You couldn’t stop yourself from kissing him again, hands sliding down so that you were cupping his face.

He smiled against your lips, wrapping his arms tighter around you as his lips worked against yours. His hands slid down from your hips onto your ass, squeezing you as he carefully moved you so that you were pinned between him and the cool glass panel of the shower. The hot water continued to trickle down each of your bodies, the original reason for the shower becoming an afterthought as he hiked your legs up around his waist, wasting no time as he easily slid into you.

You moaned quietly into his mouth at the sensation, gripping onto his shoulders, nails leaving crescent-shaped indents in his skin. His tongue slipped into your mouth, gliding over and under yours as he set a slow, almost gentle pace. If he hadn’t kept you pinned so snug between him and the glass, you knew that you would’ve crumpled right to the floor from the pleasure of it all.

He pulled his lips away from yours, latching them onto your neck right in the space where it met your shoulder, sucking just hard enough to leave a mark. One of your hands stayed braced against his shoulder, the other finding its way to the back of his head, not wanting to give up on all the sensations he was pulling from you.

The soft grunts that fell from his lips were like music to your ears. His grip on you was tight, strong, but not brutal the way that it sometimes got. No matter what, you could always feel how much he loved you, but moments like that, when he was almost loving you softly, it always felt like the two of you were on an entirely different level.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you buried yourself against him as you gasped, each long, slow stroke bringing you closer to the edge. Jax could feel it, too. He huffed out something reminiscent of a laugh as he kissed your shoulder, prompting you to pull your face from the crook of his neck so you could look at him. Water was dripping off the ends of his eyelashes and onto his face, and that was the visual that was burned into your brain as he leaned in, pressing a searing kiss against your lips as his pace picked up.

You moaned softly, his name falling from your lips as he sent you over the edge. You did your best to cling to him through your high, your nails clawing at his back. Even with his lips pressed against yours, you felt him suck in a gasp as his hips stuttered. The quiet curses that he mumbled against your skin as he came inside you got your lips to curl into a smile. Then it was his turn to fight to catch his breath and keep his balance.

He leaned against you, not only keeping you braced between him and the shower wall, but also giving him something to lean into to keep his balance. You knew it, too, and you couldn’t help but to laugh as you kissed him softly on the lips.

You traced your fingers down the side of his face, “I love you.”

He smiled, resting his forehead against yours, “I love you too.”

He slid his hands so that they were braced against the backs of your thighs. He carefully pulled back sliding out of you before letting your feet drop back to the floor. He kept a tight hold on your waist, making sure that your legs weren’t going to give out on you. Even though your forehead was resting against his shoulder, you could still sense the smirk that was on his face.

“Jax?”

“Yea, babe?” he kissed the side of your head.

“I still need to wash all the chlorine off,” you chuckled.

He laughed, pulling away from you so that he could grab the bottle of body wash, “C’mon, then, we’ll do what you came here for.”

“Now that we did what you came here for?” you joked.

He shot you a wink as he handed the bottle over to you, “Exactly.”

You playfully rolled your eyes at him but you did set about scrubbing yourself down and washing the pool water and chemicals out of your hair. You knew it was an exaggeration, but you could’ve sworn that you felt it all glide down off your body with the soap suds. Jax did the same, each of you taking turns rinsing off underneath the stream of water. Neither of you said much, just sharing little looks and laughs and light touches as you maneuvered around each other with the ease and comfort of two people who had done this song and dance countless times before.

Every now and then his hands would stray a little too low, and you knew that if you hadn’t been so tired from the day, he might’ve gotten a little more out of you. He knew it, too, which was why he laughed when you playfully swatted his hands away.

When you were both done, you reached and shut the water off. Jax pushed the shower door open, steam immediately spilling out of the small enclosed space into the expanse of the bathroom. Reaching out, you grabbed towels for each of you before stepping out to give yourself some room to dry off without accidentally smacking him in the face with the towel.

You were just finishing tying the towel around you like the world’s shortest dress when Jax lifted you up off the ground. You yelped, trying to tone it back down into quiet laughter so you wouldn’t wake the boys who were asleep just down the hall. Jax laughed, kissing you on the lips as he pushed the bathroom door all the way open and started making his way towards your bedroom, towel wrapped low on his hips.

“What?” he smirked at you, “You’re the one who was asking if I could carry you.”

You rolled your eyes, smiling, “That’s true.”

Walking into the room, he gently set you down on the edge of the bed. Leaning down, he kissed you slowly, softly on the lips, one hand cupping the side of your face. You leaned into him, bringing one hand to rest over his while the other drifted down to his waist. Before he could try and stop you, you tugged the towel, making it pool into a pile of fabric at his feet. Pulling out of the kiss both of you broke into quiet laughter.

“You’re somethin’ else,” he shook his head as he went and grabbed a pair of boxers from his dresser.

“But you love me,” you said grabbing the shirt you’d slept in the night before from the foot of the bed.

“Yea,” he conceded with a grin as he walked back over, grabbing your towel so he could hang them both on the hooks on the back of the door, “I do.”

You watched him as you crawled over to your side of the bed, shimmying down underneath the covers. He turned back around to you, a soft smile on his face as he turned the lights off and made his way towards the bed, crawling in beside you.

You got as close as you could to him, letting your legs entwine with his as he rested his hand on your waist, slipping it underneath the oversized shirt that you always slept in. Your heads each rested on your own pillows, but barely, your noses brushing against each other’s. Even though it was dark, you could still make out the smile on his face.

“You know,” your voice was a whisper, “being in bed before ten really isn’t that bad.”

He chuckled, “No?”

“No,” you trailed your fingers through his short beard, “Might not be able to party like I used to,” you gave him a soft peck on the lips, “but I think I like this a whole lot more.”

“Yea,” he kissed you again, “me too.”

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nocturna-iv · 10 months

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August Challenge 2023

Week 1

“Technically, it’s not illegal.”

Observe.

Flowers in my hair and demons in my head.

Bullets.

“Is it possible to love too much?”

Magic Curse.

“I don’t need luck; I have ammunition.”

Bonus:

Library.

“I don’t regret anything.”

Meaningful glances.

Week 2

Share.

If you’re excited to think about it, imagine doing it.

Tea.

“I would like you to stay.”

Paralyzing Poison.

“There can’t be someone so good.”

Appropriate.

Bonus:

Coffee Shop.

“Bestow upon me a smile.”

Pretend to be Allies.

Week 3

It’s difficult to be unpleasant by accident.

Bottles.

“I can’t concentrate without you here.”

Mind Control.

“No matter what I want.”

Bite.

The sunset is the dawn of those who work in the shadows.

Bonus:

Boulevard.

“You possess innate talent.”

Infiltrate in Disguise.

Week 4

Appetizer.

“Would you reconsider your answer if I wasn’t drunk?”

Body Swap.

“Don’t touch what is not yours.”

Devour.

In feelings, the most difficult thing is to coincide.

Honey.

Bonus:

Casino.

“I adore you.”

Devil’s Advocate.

Week 5

“My thoughts... wander as we dance like this.”

Kiss or Death.

The truth.

Bonus:

Office.

“Are you using my cologne?”

The calm before the storm.

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fellowshipofthefics · 10 months

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Happy AU-gust, Fellowship! ☀️

We hope your summer is going well, and as you can see, we had to have fun with this month's title. We just couldn't pass up on the opportunity to use AU for the month of AUgust, so here we are! Another fun trope/AU mashup with some fun dialogue prompts!

The AU's and prompts are listed under the cut, mix and match them as you see fit! Or let your followers send in different combinations they'd like to see!

Character(s) + AU + Dialogue Prompt = your story!

We want to see your creativity, which comes in a variety of forms! Whether you write 100 words, or 1000+ words, we want to see it, so be sure to tag #fotfics and drop your stories into our queue via → this form!

Type of AU (trope)

Royalty

Enemies to lovers

Coffee Shop

Poorly timed confession

Social Media

Coworkers

Soulmate

Mythical creatures

Shrunken (Tiny)

There was only one bed

Fairytale

Magic

School/University

Science Fiction

Sick Fic

Criminal

Locked in a room

Holidays

Mutual pining

Meet cute

Dialogue

A. “Why are you looking at me like that?” B. "Can we just stay here?” C. “I’ve got you, I’ve got you.” D. "I don’t have anyone else." E. "Working together again, it’s just like old times." F. "How long has it been since you've slept?" G. “I didn’t know you cared.” H. “Let’s forget any of this ever happened.” I. "What if someone sees us?" J. "You’re lucky that you’re cute." K. “Oh, I love how dramatic this is.” L. “Would you please just kiss me?” M. “Just look at me. Forget everything else.” N. “I’ll take care of it, don’t worry.” O. “Everything went according to plan.” P. “Not my first choice.” Q. “Come on, you can do better than that.” R. "I don't know how to repay you." S. "I'm sorry I took so long." T. "We have plans! Why do we have plans?"

#fotfics august event #august prompts #august mashup

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englishstrawbie · 9 months

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august 11th : popsicle

Lucy twists her head from side to side and rolls her shoulders, trying to dispel the tension she holds. It has been a long week – and it is only Wednesday. After the discovery of three dead marines on Kailua beach two days ago, the team has been flat out trying to find out who is behind their murders.

Lucy scrunches her nose and wipes the sweat from her brow, then re-reads the witness statements on the screen in front of her. The air conditioning is working hard to keep her cool in the middle of the latest heatwave that has hit O’ahu. Lucy is used to hot Texan summers and is coping better than most – and certainly better than Kate.

Speaking of, Lucy hears the front door swing open and a loud sigh as Kate appears in the kitchen.

“That’s it, I’m transferring back to D.C.”

Lucy smiles. It is not the first time she has heard this from Kate.

“They say it’s going to cool down after the weekend.”

Kate grunts in reply as she opens the refrigerator and sticks her head inside, moaning with delight as the cold air cools her down. She grabs a can of soda and then pulls out a popsicle from the freezer drawer.

“Want one?”

Lucy shakes her head, no, so Kate keeps it for herself. Pushing the drawer closed, she kicks off her shoes and pads across the apartment, only pausing to press a kiss against Lucy’s forehead.

“Hey you,” she says softly.

“Hey.”

Lucy watches as Kate goes to the couch, places the soda and popsicle on the table, and pauses to strip herself of her shirt and trousers. Lucy feels her breath hitch in her throat at the sight of Kate in her underwear. The familiar butterflies flutter in her stomach and she can’t keep her eyes off her girlfriend as she stretches her long legs along the cushions and leans her head back against the armrest. She has been enchanted by Kate’s beauty since the day she met her and that feeling has never gone away – and she hopes it never will.

Kate reaches for the popsicle and removes the wrapper, sighing happily as she puts the frozen lolly in her mouth, her tongue gliding over the ice.

Oblivious to the effect she is having, Lucy’s teeth sink so deeply into her bottom lip that she nearly draws blood. Giving up on work, she slams her laptop shut and walks over to the couch, stealing the last of the popsicle from Kate’s hand.

“Hey!” Kate grumbles, sitting upright to try and take it back.

Lucy sees her opportunity and climbs into Kate’s lap, straddling her hips.

“Lucy, it’s too hot,” Kate whines.

Lucy puts the popsicle in her mouth and covers her lips with the sticky syrup, then kisses Kate.

“Then let me cool you down.”

She repeats her action, but this time she presses her lips to Kate’s neck, cooling her pulse point.

“Better?”

Kate hums happily, her earlier objections gone. “Don’t stop.”

august prompts

(I know it's the 15th... life was busy last week and I was away for the weekend, so there was a delay in writing this up. 😊)

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zazuprompts · 10 months

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Tip the mod?

Picture ID under the cut:

[ID: A list of prompts in three columns. The background is a desaturated photograph of yellow gladiolus flowers. In the background, there is purple gladiolus on the right, and pink gladiolus on the left. All flowers are surrounded by greenery. The bottom corners have credits on them. The right corner is the credit for the background, which is to Ralph @ Pexels.com. The left corner is the credit/signature of the blog, Zazu Prompts. The title and prompts are as follows:

August 2023 Prompts List:

Come

Praise

Throne

Gate

Maze

Hunt

Rid

Pony

Rod

Dream

Spring

Captain

Inspect

Careful

Torment

Sparrow

Enemy

Frankly

Empire

Lover

Stop

Relax

Line

Mail

Await

Law

Roll

Court

Valid

Cared

Post

End ID]

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hinnymicrofic · 10 months

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August Prompts

1. Hide

2. Name

3. Gin

4. Sky

5. Dementor

6. Friendship

7. Cute

8. Humble

9. Blood

10. Lover

11. Moral

12. Ambition

13. Hug

14. Short

15. Care

16. Old

17. Houses

18. Father figure

19. Child

20. Hands

21. Bike

22. Pet

23. Lose

24. Sassy

25. Haircut

26. Sweet

27. Trio

28. Left

29. Red

30. Congratulations

31. Roomie

#hinny microfic #hinny #harry potter #ginny weasley #harry x ginny #microfic #hinnymicrofic #hinny fic #august prompts

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jegulus-microfic · 10 months

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Here are the prompts for August!

Still need July's prompts? Find them here.

You can find the rules here and the FAQs here.

As always, feel free to send any questions to the ask box!

Prompts are written out under the cut.

Swear

Constant

Reputation

Sweet

Pain

Burn

Stimulate

Tattoo

Impulse

Rain

Home

Jealous

Snow cone

Hockey

Attention

Book

Stag

Unexpected

Fresh start

Birthmark

Hallway

Vulnerable

Stomachache

Skirt

Gold

Crow

Shade

Injury

Walk

Sleep

Takeout

#august prompts #jegulus microfic #jegulus fanfiction #jegulus #james potter x regulus black #regulus black x james potter #james x regulus #regulus x james #james potter #regulus black #hpevents #hp events #hp fests

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sapphicmicrofics · 10 months

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HP Sapphic Microfics: August Prompts

These prompts can be taken and interpreted every which way you want, including changing the tense or pronouns or order of any dialogue. You do not have to stick with what might be the most straightforward association, and every individual prompt post will include a few suggestions to get you started.

All these prompts can be combined with other events (as long as they also allow you to combine prompts), such as @sapphicmarauding and @weasley-jumpers!

You are still allowed to write for any of the previous months’ prompts!

The rules for this event can be found here, the previously submitted fics are all here and in this collection on AO3, and if you want to search them by ship you can do so here!

Sapphic Microfics is hosted by @hpsaffics, whose discord server holds a specific channel where these prompts and the incoming fics are excitedly discussed, so if you’re looking for people to talk about these and the rest of June’s prompts with, check them out! (The server is 18+, keep that in mind!)

Prompts:

Panicked

Wand

Lavender

Lies

Diamonds

Emergency

Scream

Skinny Dipping

Cooking

Haunted

Teacup

Rain

Weapon

Hands

Diagon Alley

Pearls

Wound

Missing

"Where are you going?"

Coffeeshop

Hopeful

Whisky

Handcuffs

Poppies

Eyeliner

Notorious

Midnight

Scared

Garden

Desk

Gossip

#harry potter #microfic prompts #hp fests #fandom event #writing prompts #monthly challenge #hp prompts #hp femslash #femslash #hp wlw #marauders era #femslash fandom #monthly prompt list #august prompts

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p-bee-writes · 10 months

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Hey guys!

I made my first every monthly prompt list - present August 2023. These prompts can be used for poetry, stories, oneshots, art or anything else you come up with!

I hope these inspire you to pick up your pen or brush and create something amazing. I would love to see what all you amazing artists come up with.

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ahufflepuffhobbit · 10 months

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Yay Robyn! 😁 Happy to see you on my dash again. So what about 4+H? 👀

All I can think about is a fight scene, which I think is the most cliched, but here we go! I changed the dialogue prompt a tiny bit, but I'm sure you won't mind :)

Send me some august mashups!

A Poorly Timed Confession

For some reason, Bilbo was still in the midst of the battle. Gandalf had long since gone off towards Dale to find out more of what was happening, and he had tried to get Bilbo to go with him, but... Well, Bilbo couldn't. Thorin and the others were still inside the mountain, and he needed to try again to get Thorin to see reason. Even if it meant that his dwarf would kill him.

With his ring on, he slipped between orcs, elves, and dwarrow alike, though he had more close calls than he would have liked. The massive gates were in sight, and he knew that his rope was still at the base of it. He wasn't relishing the idea of climbing up the face of it for the second time in less than a day, but he would do it.

He had made it through the worst of the fighting when the gate burst forward. It was lucky that Bilbo was invisible, because he froze and just stared as the gate crumbled. Coming out from it, he could see the Company, and Thorin... Thorin was leading them. His Thorin. No crazed gold-lust was in his eyes - Bilbo couldn't see a lick of gold on him at all!

Bilbo ran forward with a grin on his face and tore his ring off when he was halfway. He saw Thorin do a double take as he appeared, but then Bilbo had met up with them and then ran along with them, back into the battle. He was immediately put in the center of the Company, so he was only dealing with the orcs that managed to get past his friends, which was not many.

Thorin was a sight. He was beautiful and deadly, and Bilbo couldn't wipe the smile off his own face for anything. Even as he managed to stab an orc, he couldn't help but let out a breathless laugh as Thorin let out a cheer in front of him. Their eyes met, and Bilbo wanted to say how proud he was of Thorin, how happy he was, how light he was. What came out was, "I love you."

Even if it wasn't what he meant to say, he didn't take it back, and let himself enjoy the stunned look on Thorin's face for a moment before he went after another orc. It only took Thorin another second to come back into the fight. Bilbo honestly can't remember anything else that happened. His entire focus was on having Thorin fight side by side with him, their eyes constantly meeting each other's over all the gore.

At some point, the ground shook, Beorn arrived, Azog was killed by Dale on Ravenhill while the Company handled the main battle on the field.

And then it was over.

As soon as there were no more orcs within sight of them, Thorin wrapped Bilbo in his arms. He could feel Thorin's lips against the hollow of his throat, but he didn't make a move to bring his lips closer to where Bilbo wanted them. "I love you," Thorin breathed. "I am... ashamed. Can we forget that any of this happened?"

Bilbo's arms tightened around Thorin's waist. Part of him wanted to agree, to just forget the mountain and it's cursed gold entirely. To just pretend. Bilbo let out a sigh. "No," he said with a small shake of his head. Thorin tensed in his arms, but Bilbo wouldn't let him go. He turned his head towards the dwarf, so his lips brushed against a bearded cheek as he spoke. "We can only move forward, together, with everything we know now. I love you, Thorin, and we will get past this together."

All at once, Thorin relaxed and finally turned his head towards Bilbo's. "Aye, we can do that," Thorin replied before he brushed his lips over Bilbo's tentatively.

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apus-neverstoplooking · 9 months

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The Sun, Stars, and Rain

2.05k Words, August 10, Prompt: Rain, @jegulus-microfic

I’m sorry it’s so long, I didn’t mean for this to drag out, but I hope you enjoy.

James never realized how much his relationship revolved around rain until it started in the middle of his wedding.

***

It was second year when he met Regulus. He was sitting in the ‘Mauraders’ train compartment. Remus and Peter had gone to the restroom and Sirius hadn’t shown up yet. He was watching the water droplets roll down the window when he heard the door slide open behind him. It was Sirius.

And behind him was the most beautiful boy he’d ever seen. His hair was more tamed than Sirius’s but a lot more curly. He had freckles splashed across his nose and cheeks. His striking silver eyes were surrounded by long eyelashes.

Sirius tackled him into a hug and he saw the boy’s face drop, he hadn’t even known he was smiling in the first place. His eyes lost the sparkle and were now a duller shade of gray.

Sirius pulled away and tugged him into the compartment.

“James, meet my brother Regulus,” his his gestures between them, “Regulus, meet my best friend James.”

Regulus stuck his hand out and James look at him confused for a moment before shaking his hand.

“Hello, James.” He said quickly.

“Hey, Reggie.” James smiled at him.

“Don’t call me that.” He pulled his hand away and James found he missed the feeling.

Before he could respond Sirius cut in.

“Anyway, I’m going to go find Marlene, I’ll be back soon. Reg, please be here when I get back.”

“If you insist.” He rolled his eyes.

“Thank you.” Sirius said as he left.

Regulus took a seat next to him since Peter and Remus had there stuff on the seat across from him.

It was silent for a moment until a large crack of thunder rang out through the sky. Regulus jumped in his seat and grabbed James’s arm, crowding into his space. He liked the feeling of Regulus pressed up against his side. But before he could react Sirius burst into the compartment herding Regulus out.

“I’m taking him to the bathroom, he hates sudden loud noises.” He said on his way out.

***

Regulus didn’t talk to him for years after that. The only interaction James had with him was when Regulus would send a glare his way.

It was the end of James 5th year when he was wandering the halls. He stopped for a moment to look out onto the courtyard, careful not to get his clothes wet from the rain that had been pouring down for the last hour or two. He saw a body laid out on the grass dressed in all black. It was hard to tell who it was exactly from this far and with the rain in the way.

Luckily, a few moment later the rain stopped and the sun came out brighter than ever. He watched the figure get up and start walking towards the castle. He could start to make out the features.

Regulus.

Water dripping down the curls that had fallen in his face. His cheeks flushed and eyes bright. His lips had the tiniest of smiles. He looked alive.

James was determined to see it again.

Sometimes it’s easy to forget how illuminating stars are when you’ve only ever seen them appear dim.

***

Regulus is being aggressive. He’s always agressive on the quidditch pitch, but this is a little much. James would’ve chalked it up to the particular nature of this game except Regulus had been like this the entire time.

It’s the last game of the year, Slytherin vs. Gryffindor. They keep tying and have been playing for hours. It’s up to their seekers to win the match but it’s pouring and hard to see anything, let alone the snitch.

People have started going back to their dorm and the refs are considering calling the match when Regulus flies up and dives.

Catching the snitch.

Ending the match.

Giving Slytherin the victory.

“What’s wrong?” James asked Regulus once everyone left the locker room.

“Nothing Potter, I’m fine.” Regulus leaves the locker room, slamming the door.

James, apparently unable to take a hint, follows him.

“Hey, Reg, wait.” It’s still pouring outside.

Regulus stops in the middle of the pitch. Body stiff.

“I just want to help. You’re Sirius brother and I-“

“And that’s the problem. You’re a people pleaser and I’m just Sirius’s baby brother.”

“What do you mean?” James is getting irritated, he’s not a people pleaser.

“If only you were as intelligent as you were tall.” He mutters.

James is really getting pissed now, he really is intelligent, just because he likes to have fun too doesn’t mean he can’t be smart.

“I am intelligent, you’re just cryptic as fuck.”

“I’m no-“ he takes a deep breath, “you really don’t get it do you?”

“Get what Regulus?” James is shouting, they were already talking loud because of the rain but now his voice can be heard crystal clear. “I don’t get why you hate me so much.”

“Oh, for fucks sake, you really are an idiot.”

“Don-“

He doesn’t finish his sentence because regulus is striding towards him.

And then James feels Regulus lips on his.

Holy shit

Regulus is kissing him.

This is what ascending feels like, James can die a happy man. Their argument washing away with the rain as they kiss in the down pour.

***

Regulus is already at the top of the Astronomy tower when James ascends the steps, the smell of rain in the air. It’s the night before the Hogwarts Express takes the students home for the Summer, or in James’s case forever. The Mauraders were having a celebration but James had snuck to out to get some alone time.

He wraps his arms around Regulus’s waist and pecks his cheek before putting his head on his shoulder.

“Hey, Mi amor.” He whispers.

“Hello, Mon soleil.” But he sounds guarded, distant. James waits a moment and just holds him until Regulus has fully relaxed in his arms.

“What are you thinking about?” He asks quietly. Regulus stiffens and James rubs a hand up his arm. He knows Regulus struggles to verbalize what he’s thinking and/or feeling, if he knows that himself. Regulus relaxes again and it’s silent for a moment.

“You, us. How we leave tomorrow. How I’m coming back next year and you’re not. How you’re about to go off and start your life and I’ll just be your school boyfriend. How you’ll meet people smarter, nicer, better looking, and emotional available than I am, people who are way more deserving of your love…”

James couldn’t believe it, how could Regulus not see how amazing he is. How fucking perfect. How could he think he’d want anyone else when he already has the most wonderful boyfriend to ever exist.

“… and I’m just wo-“ Regulus is starting to hyperventilate.

“Regulus,” he hugs him a little tighter, trying to ground him, “please breathe love.”

It takes a few tries for his breathing to return to normal.

“Do you want to know something funny?”

Regulus just nods his head.

“I’ve been in love with you since I was 12. I didn’t know it at the time, but I was. You walked into the compartment and you were the most beautiful person I had ever seen. You shook my hand and I thought it was the most absurd thing ever but I didn’t want you to stop. You sat next to me and I didn’t want you to move. You jumped practically into my arms and I wanted to hold you there forever. Even when you hated me, it wa-“

“I never hated you.” Regulus cut in.

“You what?”

“I never hated you.” He says simply, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Quite the opposite actually, I think I liked you too much for my own good.”

“What are talking about?” James asked confused. “You acted like I was the literal bane of your existence.”

“Because you were. I wanted to hate you so bad and I just couldn’t. Sirius was all I had for so long, sure I was rich but that wasn’t mine, Sirius was. And then one day he left for Hogwarts and he became yours. You were everything my parents hated and I had to play their game to survive. But more than that, I spent my whole life wanting things I couldn’t have, and I couldn’t want you more than I already did.”

James turns Regulus around. Pulling him to sit on the ground.

“We’ll now I know you really love me,” James joked, Regulus hadn’t said ‘I love you’ yet, they had been dating since they kissed on the quidditch pitch a year and half ago. But it’s fine, really it is, James knows Regulus struggles with things like that. They had been dating for 6 months before he told Sirius his presence was tolerable. “you’re sitting on the rain soaked floor in your nice trousers for me.”

Regulus was quiet a moment.

“I do love you.” He whispers, like he’s too shy to admit it, “I don’t think a universe exists where I don’t love you.”

“Say it again.” James smiles like he can’t believe it.

“I love you.” Regulus said louder.

“Again.”

“I love you.” This time it’s paired with a kiss on his cheek.

James looks into Regulus’s eyes. “I’m never going to leave you. Here-” James reaches behind his neck and pulls off his necklace. A little gold ‘J’ his Abuela had gotten him for his 13th birthday, he’s never taken it off. He puts it on Regulus.

“I love you.” Regulus says again.

“I know.”

“But I also fucking hate you for having me sit on this wet ground.” He glared at him.

“I know.” He’s smiling.

***

Regulus no longer jumps at the sound of thunder. But that doesn’t mean he won’t take the opportunity to cuddle into James’s chest.

James knows Regulus isn’t scared of thunder anymore, and he knows that Regulus only pretends to so he can cuddle into his chest. He doesn’t care however, he could never turn Regulus down.

James watches Regulus read his book with one hand and the other running absentmindedly through their cat’s fur and occasionally pick up his tea from their coffee table. He could spend forever doing this, he wants to. After a while Regulus looks up at him.

“What are you thinking about?” He asked quietly.

“Marry me.” James barely heard himself murmur.

“What?”

“Marry me.” he says a bit louder.

“Are you asking me or telling me?” He raises a brow

“Asking but I’m not entertaining the thought of you saying no.”

Regulus looks down and starts twisting his rings around his fingers, a nervous habit.

“Are you sure?” His voice is quiet, like he’s afraid of the answer. James wonders how Regulus could even think that he didn’t want to marry him. He tries to tilt Regulus’s chin up but he keeps it firmly pressed to his chest.

“Regulus, look at me please mis estrellas.” He tugs gently on his chin again, this time Regulus let’s him. He cups his hands against the side of Regulus’s face and kisses him gently for a moment. He pulls back to look him directly in his eyes, he swears they’re made of stardust.

“I have never been more sure of anything in my life. I love you so fucking much Regulus, there aren’t enough words in any language to describe it. I would want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with you. You’re it for me. So please do me the honor of marrying you.”

Regulus looks at him for a moment, his face softening.

“Okay.”

James smile could’ve lighted up the world.

“Okay?”

“Okay, I’ll marry you.”

And somehow James’s smile grew. That night Regulus cuddled impossibly closer to James and not because of the storm raging outside.

***

“I do.” Regulus whispered, like he was only speaking to James, “I so fucking do.”

“With the power invested in me, I now pronounce you husband and husband. You may now kiss your husband.”

They felt the droplets the second their lips met.

They smiled into the kiss. Nobody knew how important the rain was to newly wedded couple, but they clapped and cheered because even still they were happy. So their first kiss as husbands may have been a little cold and wet, but it was theirs and it was perfect. Just like they were each other’s until death do they part, but even death could never separate the sun and the stars.

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Cooling Off

Jax Teller x F!Reader

Inspired by Day 5 of the August Prompts: pavilion

Warnings: enough fluff to get buried in, this would be post-canon if canon was different lmao, no use of “y/n”

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: When I tell you that today’s word almost made me bail on the August Prompt Challenge altogether. 😂 I struggled through this fic. I never wanna see the word pavilion again lmao. Here’s hoping it came out alright despite how long it took me to get going with it! 😅

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The second that their feet hit the blacktop of the parking lot at the park, both boys took off like they’d never been let outside before. They were screaming and laughing as they hot-footed off to the playground, leaving you and Jax to grab the bags from the trunk of the car. Neither of you expected anything less, but it still made both of you laugh.

You fought the urge to call after them to be careful, and Jax could see it on your face. He laughed as he pulled down the door of the trunk. Slipping one strap of the backpack onto his shoulder, he nudged you in the direction of the picnic tables that were off to the side of the playground. Still close enough to keep a decent eye on the kids running around playing, but far enough to be underneath the shade of the cover they’d thrown over the few tables they had. The two of you set a much more leisurely pace than the kids as you strolled.

Setting the backpack down on the bench, Jax pulled out the water bottles for the boys, also grabbing one for you and tossing it over to you without a warning as you went to sit down across from him. You laughed, managing to catch it just before it was too late.

You shook your head at him as you sat, “No wonder those boys are the way they are.”

The smile on his face made up for his childish behavior, as always, “Yea but you love all three of us.”

“Hmm,” you tried to keep a straight face but your smirk was peeking through, “you’re on thin ice some days, Teller.”

He chuckled as he sat down across from you, “You’re a Teller now too, don’t forget that.”

Your gaze immediately drifted to the rings on your left hand, your tone joking and light despite the genuine warmth in your chest, “How could I?”

Reaching across the table, he took your hand in his own. His thumb traced over your knuckles, lingering on your ring finger a little longer than the others. His eyes might’ve been fixed on the two boys running around a few yards away, but it didn’t stop the gentle affection that he was giving you. You watched him for a few moments, a smile on your face. It was nice to see him out of the kutte sometimes, just in his t-shirt and jeans, doing family things that had nothing to do with the club. The breaks were good for him, good for all of you. He always looked so relaxed, and you enjoyed the sight of that before turning and focusing on the same thing that he was.

It was nice, seeing the two boys running around playing not just with each other, but with other kids their age as well. You knew that Jax was worried for a little while about the two of them, because of everything that’d happened, but kids were nothing if not resilient. In the last few years that you’d known all of them, they’d come a long way, the kids and Jax. They were all happy, all getting a bit better and stronger each day.

“I love you,” you gave his hand a light squeeze.

He turned back to you, a soft smile on his face, “I love you too.”

“You know what’s kinda nice?” you asked.

He lifted his chin slightly, “What’s that?”

You laughed, “The fact that the two of them are old enough to play with each other and the other kids without us having to be on top of them all the time.”

“You don’t wanna melt out there?” he joked.

“I would if I had to,” you shook your head, taking a sip of your water, “But if I don’t have to? Even better.”

He shook his head with a smile as he turned back to the playground, where Thomas and Abel were chasing each other up and down the steps that lead to the slide. The laughter that broke up the screams let you know that they were happy screams, at least, even if they might not sound like it to an untrained ear. You knew it wouldn’t be long before the two boys roped the other kids currently at the playground into whatever game they were playing.

It was a peaceful afternoon for you and Jax. It wasn’t like the two of you got a ton of time for just the two of you—you sort of had to make it for yourselves. This was about as close as it got sometimes, and it suited you just fine. You knew that his boys were part of the deal from the get-go, and you were more than fine with that. Besides, even though you two may not have been really alone, there was something nice about just you two sitting at the table together with the sounds of the boys’ happy, chaotic noise not too far off.

On days like this, Jax was usually more than happy to just sit back and take it all in. He didn’t need to occupy himself with anything besides watching the kids, and having the scattered conversations with you from across the picnic table. It was usually the closest he got to relaxing and doing nothing. You, on the other hand, tended to bring things to do. It was usually a book to read, or a notebook to write in. It was never work, but you liked having something to do. You needed to be a bit busier than the man sitting in front of you. He could tell when you were really into whatever it was that you were doing, and he tended not to interrupt you, content just to watch you get engrossed in it, but every now and then he would lightly nudge your foot with his own underneath the table, or reach across and give your arm a soft, affectionate squeeze. And, even if you didn’t always reciprocate the gesture or verbally respond, your lips always curled into a smile.

You did look up from your book, however, when you heard the sound of running footsteps getting closer. Your smile widened at the sight of Abel and Thomas both sprinting over to the table, cheesy grins on their faces and sweat glistening in their hair and on their foreheads.

They skidded to a stop next to the table, chests heaving as they tried to catch their breath from all of the running, climbing, and yelling they’d been doing. You shook your head as you put your bookmark in and shut your book, moving to hand each of the boys their water bottles.

“Breathe,” you laughed, “and make sure you drink a lot of water. You’re both sweating up a storm.”

“It’s,” Abel was still trying to catch his breath, “so hot out there.”

You chuckled, nodding, “I know. Why don’t you two come sit in the shade for a bit?” you gestured towards the table, “Give yourselves a break,” you knew the chances of them actually stopping and sitting still for a moment were slim to none, but you still had to be responsible and put the offer out there.

“Pfft,” Abel shook his head, looking and sounding so much like his father for a moment, “no way.”

Jax chuckled, grabbing his own water bottle and pouring a little bit of water over each of the boys’ heads, getting rewarded with shrieks and laughter from each of them. You saw the way that they instinctively lifted their shoulders as the cold water trickled down their necks, and you had to laugh.

“That’s cold!” Thomas was laughing through his jitters at the sensation.

“It’ll feel good when you’re back out in the sun,” Jax smiled, nodding towards the playground that they were no doubt about to run back to.

They didn’t need any more convincing, haphazardly throwing their water bottles onto the table and taking back off towards the sunlight, and more importantly, the jungle gym. You chuckled as you watched them running, droplets of water flying from the ends of their hair.

“Those boys really don’t have an off switch, do they?” you said with a laugh.

“If they do,” Jax smiled and shook his head, “I haven’t found it yet.”

“You didn’t have one as a kid either, I’m sure.”

He laughed, “Hell no,” he looked over at you, a smirk on his face, “I still turned out alright, though, right?”

You smiled, “Yea, I’d say so,” you casually slid your book back into the bag and reached for your water bottle, taking a sip, “Hopefully you’re still as fast as you used to be?”

The smile didn’t fade from his face but his brows knit closer together in confusion, “Why’s that?”

Your smile grew into a full-blown grin, “Otherwise you’re never gonna get me back for this,” you leaned over the table and dumped what was left of your water onto Jax’s head, not unlike what he had done to Able and Thomas a few minutes before. You were cackling as you hopped up from the picnic table and took off towards the playground, fully intending to rope the two kids into the chaos with you.

Jax let out a shocked laugh, not having expected that to be what was coming. Swiping his bottle off the table, he started after you, “So much for not wanting to run in the heat!”

“Told you,” you called back to him, still laughing, “I would if I had to!”

Even though Abel and Thomas didn’t know exactly what you and Jax were doing, they could tell by the fact that the two of you were running and laughing that they definitely wanted in on it. With no hesitation, they ditched whatever game they had previously been wrapped up in and took off to see what the two of you had gotten yourselves into.

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