I blame this on laurel_tx *hides*
Urk...yeah...boy!slash...and not just normal boy!slash either. It's the bunnies I tell you! The bunnies and the pervvy muse stick!
Title: Obsession
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Cedric/James
Rating: PG?
Warnings: one-sided slashiness
Word count: 600-something
Obsession is the kind of thing that crawls under your skin and into your blood before you even realize that something could be a problem-and by then you’re too far gone to care, because the object of your obsession haunts your thoughts far too much to do anything about it, and you wouldn’t want to do so.
James Potter knew quite a bit about obsession, and in fact, by this time, he had thought himself immune. After all, he had been dead for years and he thought things like addiction and obsession had fallen by the wayside as mortal plights. He was wrong, but he’d not admit it without some means of torture or veritaserum.
It all started innocuously enough, accidentally even. He made it a point to watch over his son, because Harry had inherited-and perhaps even perfected-his rule-breaking abilities. The boy would succeed in giving Lily a heart attack yet. So he wasn’t particularly surprised when Harry’s name flew out of the Goblet of Fire. Happy, no, but not shocked either. He merely rolled his eyes, muttered something about a peaceful afterlife, and resigned himself to yet another year of shadowing his kid.
Lily, of course, was less concerned about Harry winning than she was about him staying alive. James wanted Harry to stay alive too, but he didn’t see the problem with him winning as well. It might not be Quidditch, but his competitive streak came out, nonetheless, even if he was only a spectator. So, he decided to scope out the competition. He dismissed the Beauxbatons girl quickly, and thought that the Durmstrang boy didn’t have the brains to think on his feet. The problem and the real competition came in the form of the other Hogwarts champion, Cedric Diggory.
James was sorely tempted to just dismiss the boy. He was a Hufflepuff, after all, and James had known very few badgers that were real competition. For all of that, there was a certain sinewy strength and presence of mind that made him unable to write him write the Hufflepuff off so easily. As humble as Cedric was, he was a threat.
Looking back, James knew that it was this, as much as anything, that made him fall. He had always surrounded himself with people who were strong in one way or another-Sirius, Remus, Lily, even the Order members whom he had once trusted with his life, and there was a strength in the young man-he couldn’t think of him as a boy any longer-that practically drew him in and made him want to know more.
He cheered for his son, like any father would, but he couldn’t help wishing in the secret parts of his mind, that Cedric might win. (For he had long ago stopped thinking of him as ‘that Diggory boy’) And certain challenges, like the lake, made him think things he positively shouldn’t. Still, he watched, and nursed his little obsession. Then it happened. Cedric Diggory died at the wand of Voldemort. In a strange way, James mourned, but it made him the tiniest bit happy as well…and then Lily had to go and do something so sensitive, so caring, so…well…Lily that he almost felt guilty, even though he had done nothing.
“I feel bad for that poor Diggory boy.” Lily said one night. “He died because of Harry, and I can’t help but feel a bit responsible, James, dear. You should go track him down in the morning and see if we can help him adjust to being dead.” She turned and looked at him with those green eyes that bore into his soul. “You will, won’t you?”
“Of course, Lils. Anything to make you happy.” James replied, kissing her lightly. She fell asleep soon after, but for him, sleep remained a far-off thing that night.
Obsession poisons sometimes, can make you feel guilty and giddy all in one go, and James was too far gone to care.
Title: Obsession
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Cedric/James
Rating: PG?
Warnings: one-sided slashiness
Word count: 600-something
Obsession is the kind of thing that crawls under your skin and into your blood before you even realize that something could be a problem-and by then you’re too far gone to care, because the object of your obsession haunts your thoughts far too much to do anything about it, and you wouldn’t want to do so.
James Potter knew quite a bit about obsession, and in fact, by this time, he had thought himself immune. After all, he had been dead for years and he thought things like addiction and obsession had fallen by the wayside as mortal plights. He was wrong, but he’d not admit it without some means of torture or veritaserum.
It all started innocuously enough, accidentally even. He made it a point to watch over his son, because Harry had inherited-and perhaps even perfected-his rule-breaking abilities. The boy would succeed in giving Lily a heart attack yet. So he wasn’t particularly surprised when Harry’s name flew out of the Goblet of Fire. Happy, no, but not shocked either. He merely rolled his eyes, muttered something about a peaceful afterlife, and resigned himself to yet another year of shadowing his kid.
Lily, of course, was less concerned about Harry winning than she was about him staying alive. James wanted Harry to stay alive too, but he didn’t see the problem with him winning as well. It might not be Quidditch, but his competitive streak came out, nonetheless, even if he was only a spectator. So, he decided to scope out the competition. He dismissed the Beauxbatons girl quickly, and thought that the Durmstrang boy didn’t have the brains to think on his feet. The problem and the real competition came in the form of the other Hogwarts champion, Cedric Diggory.
James was sorely tempted to just dismiss the boy. He was a Hufflepuff, after all, and James had known very few badgers that were real competition. For all of that, there was a certain sinewy strength and presence of mind that made him unable to write him write the Hufflepuff off so easily. As humble as Cedric was, he was a threat.
Looking back, James knew that it was this, as much as anything, that made him fall. He had always surrounded himself with people who were strong in one way or another-Sirius, Remus, Lily, even the Order members whom he had once trusted with his life, and there was a strength in the young man-he couldn’t think of him as a boy any longer-that practically drew him in and made him want to know more.
He cheered for his son, like any father would, but he couldn’t help wishing in the secret parts of his mind, that Cedric might win. (For he had long ago stopped thinking of him as ‘that Diggory boy’) And certain challenges, like the lake, made him think things he positively shouldn’t. Still, he watched, and nursed his little obsession. Then it happened. Cedric Diggory died at the wand of Voldemort. In a strange way, James mourned, but it made him the tiniest bit happy as well…and then Lily had to go and do something so sensitive, so caring, so…well…Lily that he almost felt guilty, even though he had done nothing.
“I feel bad for that poor Diggory boy.” Lily said one night. “He died because of Harry, and I can’t help but feel a bit responsible, James, dear. You should go track him down in the morning and see if we can help him adjust to being dead.” She turned and looked at him with those green eyes that bore into his soul. “You will, won’t you?”
“Of course, Lils. Anything to make you happy.” James replied, kissing her lightly. She fell asleep soon after, but for him, sleep remained a far-off thing that night.
Obsession poisons sometimes, can make you feel guilty and giddy all in one go, and James was too far gone to care.