FIC: Urgent Communications [1/1]
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leashy_bebesTitle: Urgent Communications (1/1)
Rating: PG
Pairing: James II/Scorpius
Summary: Various little notes between James and Scorpius, written sometime in the future of the Getting There 'verse. A little Christmas/thank you present forbrighty18 for all the amazing betas she's done for me <3
Disclaimer: JKR's, not mine.
Words: ~400
Scorpius H. Malfoy to James S. Potter, left in the spout of an empty carton of pumpkin juice.
POTTER. If you use the last of something then you are supposed to replace it. That's the rule, remember?
I may very well kick you out.
S.
---
James S. Potter to Scorpius H. Malfoy, in the same spout of the same carton the next day.
You and your bloody domestic rules. You would never kick me out (partly because it is MY flat, remember, you bloody freeloader?).
It's a good job I know that your prickliness is only a front for your deep and abiding affection.
J
---
Scorpius H. Malfoy to James S. Potter, pinned to the inside wrist of James's Quidditch robes.
Choice 1 = domestic rules. Choice 2 = brief and bloody war. No survivors. You decide.
Let's discuss who cooks and cleans and generally makes sure the place doesn't go to wrack and ruin before we discuss freeloading.
Deep and abiding affection? You. Wish.
I AM NOT PRICKLY.
S.
---
James S. Potter to Scorpius H. Malfoy, wrapped around his quill.
I love you. And your prickliness and your stupid domestic rules and every single ridiculous thing about you.
Also, ordering takeaway and waving a wand once in a while isn't cooking and cleaning. Just saying.
xxx <-- I will give you this many kisses x10 as soon as you get home tonight. DON'T BE LATE.
---
Scorpius H. Malfoy to James S. Potter, floating at eye-level inside the front door.
Nothing about me is ridiculous. You on the other hand have ridiculous hair, a ridiculous laugh, a ridiculous habit of singing when you think you're alone, and a ridiculous number of freckles. I love them anyway. (And you.)
PS: In the bedroom... We can talk about who's home late.
---
James S. Potter to Scorpius H. Malfoy, scribbled on the next blank page in his work notebook
All these years and apparently I still don't know the full extent of your bendiness. Last night was definitely a Top Ten night. Yes, I have a list. Before you have some kind of fit, it's a MENTAL list. I swear I haven't written anything down. ...yet.
I hope this brightens your press conference. Oh, and I'm taking you out for dinner tonight, meet me at the Three Broomsticks when you finish. (See how charming and spontaneous?)
J
xxx
Rating: PG
Pairing: James II/Scorpius
Summary: Various little notes between James and Scorpius, written sometime in the future of the Getting There 'verse. A little Christmas/thank you present for
brighty18 for all the amazing betas she's done for me <3Disclaimer: JKR's, not mine.
Words: ~400
Scorpius H. Malfoy to James S. Potter, left in the spout of an empty carton of pumpkin juice.
POTTER. If you use the last of something then you are supposed to replace it. That's the rule, remember?
I may very well kick you out.
S.
James S. Potter to Scorpius H. Malfoy, in the same spout of the same carton the next day.
You and your bloody domestic rules. You would never kick me out (partly because it is MY flat, remember, you bloody freeloader?).
It's a good job I know that your prickliness is only a front for your deep and abiding affection.
J
Scorpius H. Malfoy to James S. Potter, pinned to the inside wrist of James's Quidditch robes.
Choice 1 = domestic rules. Choice 2 = brief and bloody war. No survivors. You decide.
Let's discuss who cooks and cleans and generally makes sure the place doesn't go to wrack and ruin before we discuss freeloading.
Deep and abiding affection? You. Wish.
I AM NOT PRICKLY.
S.
James S. Potter to Scorpius H. Malfoy, wrapped around his quill.
I love you. And your prickliness and your stupid domestic rules and every single ridiculous thing about you.
Also, ordering takeaway and waving a wand once in a while isn't cooking and cleaning. Just saying.
xxx <-- I will give you this many kisses x10 as soon as you get home tonight. DON'T BE LATE.
Scorpius H. Malfoy to James S. Potter, floating at eye-level inside the front door.
Nothing about me is ridiculous. You on the other hand have ridiculous hair, a ridiculous laugh, a ridiculous habit of singing when you think you're alone, and a ridiculous number of freckles. I love them anyway. (And you.)
PS: In the bedroom... We can talk about who's home late.
James S. Potter to Scorpius H. Malfoy, scribbled on the next blank page in his work notebook
All these years and apparently I still don't know the full extent of your bendiness. Last night was definitely a Top Ten night. Yes, I have a list. Before you have some kind of fit, it's a MENTAL list. I swear I haven't written anything down. ...yet.
I hope this brightens your press conference. Oh, and I'm taking you out for dinner tonight, meet me at the Three Broomsticks when you finish. (See how charming and spontaneous?)
J
xxx
