#and then there would be a really bad night and regulus would reply

[calamitoustide]

thinking about one of those soulmate aus in which whatever your soulmate draws on their skin appears on yours and thinking about how James would constantly be writing on himself whether he's trying to communicate with his soulmate or just writing little lists or doodling he's always got some kind of ink on his arm he never gets anything in return though because the Black family doesn't involve themselves in soulmates and Regulus would get punished if he even thought so much as draw a single line

Regulus has to always wear long sleeves so no one will see it or his mother would throw a fit, she might even take him out of school if she truly saw how much his soulmate wrote but it was one of the only things bringing him comfort and he spent so many nights tracing his fingers over the lines because out there somewhere someone was made for him and even he could never have them at least he knew they existed

[my-castles-crumbling]

fit - jegulus - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 284

“So,” Barty said casually, sidling up to Regulus as he stood in the corner of the crowded Gryffindor common room, “Potter looks rather fit tonight, eh?”

Instantly, Regulus’s carefully-composed mask hardened, and his eyes flashed. It was all Barty could do not to burst out laughing. “No. He looks awful. Why do you say that?”

“I’m just saying,” he said with a shrug. “I might go for it. Do you mind?” He asked lightly, biting at his lip to keep from grinning. 

Regulus narrowed his eyes and glared at him like he’d suggested they all go streaking in the Forbidden Forest. “Why would I mind?” he asked a little too quickly.

“Dunno. You’ve been looking at him all night,” Barty pressed, thoroughly enjoying himself.

“Because he’s an arse,” Regulus spat, face turning bright red. “He’s–I haven’t been staring, either.”

“Alright. I’m gonna go talk to him, then. Wish me luck!” he replied, chuckling to himself as he turned away, wondering how long Regulus would let the charade go on for before he stopped him. Evan had bet ten seconds. Pandora had bet a whole minute.

It turned out, Regulus didn’t even last three seconds.

“Wait!”

Face the picture of innocence, Barty turned and raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?”

“S-Sirius told me he’s seeing someone. I just remembered,” Regulus muttered, head high, lips pursed, like he didn’t really care, even though Barty saw a vein jump in his temple.

“Oh,” he replied, pretending to deflate. “Too bad. He looks delicious this evening.”

Regulus’s face was full of pure hatred.

So, beaming to himself, Barty sauntered away to inform Dorcas, who had insisted that Regulus wouldn’t even let him walk away, that she had won the bet.

[novvabee]

could you write about the mauraders when they go to the shrieking shack for the full moon and there’s another werewolf? Idk something like that

ooooo, this gave me a really fun idea, hope you enjoy 💗

The Deer, The Dog, And The Two Wolves

summary: remus meets another wolf

word count: 2.3k

“I mean, did you see her? Talk about fit!” Sirius laughed, walking through the portrait into their common room. He was talking about the new girl, the girl who had started halfway through the semester.

Poor girl was paraded in front of the whole school for her sorting. She was obviously embarrassed and uncomfortable to be the center of the whole school’s attention.

“Too bad she was sorted into Slytherin,” Sirius said as he threw himself across a sofa in the middle of the common room, “I would have liked to get to know her.” This made Lily and Mary scoff from the opposite couch in front of the fireplace.

“Why’s she starting in the middle of the semester?” James asked.

“Maybe she just moved here.” Lily supplied.

“Lucky her,” James said, “she just missed midterm exams.” Everyone chuckled at that.

While everyone was conversing and laughing, Remus had dread looming over him. His muscles began to ache and he could feel the effects of the approaching full moon. The moon would be tomorrow night, but Remus had been feeling it all week. After a while of chatting, all he wanted to do was crawl into bed. 

“I am quite tired,” Remus said, standing and motioning for the boys to follow. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow?”

“Yeah! Just meet us in hogsmeade.” Mary says.

Remus nods, the other boys say their goodnights and they all make their way up to their room. As soon as the door was shut behind them, Remus was falling into bed.

“What is the plan for tomorrow?” James asked, they usually had no trouble sneaking out and waiting in the shrieking shack for Remus, but this time, the girls insisted the boys come with them to hogsmeade for the day. Only Lily knew about Remus, so sneaking away was going to be harder than normal.

“I was thinking I could cut away from the group with Remus and we could head to the shack while you help Lily distract the others.” Sirius said, having planned that out fairly quickly. “That sound alright?” he asked Remus.

Remus was too tired, too weary to answer vocally so he just nodded. The boys looked at him with pity, they knew how he was feeling, so they just opted to let him sleep.

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The day spent in Hogsmeade was lovely, despite the pain and tenseness that Remus felt, he still enjoyed himself.

They made their way from shop to shop, buying candies from Honeydukes and gadgets from Zonkos. The girls begged to stop by Gladrags and the boys reluctantly agreed.

“Fine,” James said, rolling his eyes, “but only because I need a new tie.”

The group piled into the shop, the girls immediately rushing towards the new dresses and coats, Remus and Sirius turned to browse the rings and necklaces. 

Remus felt… odd. He felt the hairs on his neck stand and a chill run down his spine, immediately set on edge. He had never felt this before, a new experience for him. He put himself on high alert, scanning the shop, but seeing or sensing nothing out of the ordinary, just that unfamiliar tingle.

“Dear Merlin,” Sirius muttered from beside him. Remus followed his gaze across the shop to see Regulus. It seemed like the brothers noticed each other at the same time, because Regulus turned to his group of friends, and they swiftly exited.

“Still in a spat?” Remus asked Sirius.

Sirius huffed and replied “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

Remus left it alone, seeing as the day was going very well, he didn’t want to ruin it in any way. 

James got his tie and the girls all bought different clothes and were ready to continue on. It was getting later in the day, the sun would set soon, so Remus wanted to finish the trip.

“Butterbeer, anyone?” he asked and the whole group perked up and started down the street towards The Three Broomsticks.

Remus opened the door for the group, allowing everyone in, before stepping in himself. Once inside, that grating feeling was back. He looked around again, but was met with the same outcome, there was nothing awry. Confused, he just figured the moon was messing with his senses.

The group found a table towards the back of the pub and they all squeezed in. Remus found himself sandwiched between Marlene and James. The whole bunch was lively as ever, laughing and joking, talking about everything and nothing at all.

The witch who ran the pub asked the table for their orders and James ordered butterbeers for the whole table. So typical of James, to order and pay for everyone, spend his fortune on his friends and a good time. 

Mary gasped from across the table, making everyone turn their attention to her. “Don't look now,” she said, “but that new girl is sitting with the Slytherins.” 

The whole table snapped their necks toward where Mary was looking.

“I said don’t look!” she squealed.

She was right, the new girl was sitting next to Dorcas and across from Regulus, looking like she was in a deep conversation with them. But, almost like she felt their eyes on her, she looked over to them. The whole group tried to turn and make it look like they weren’t just staring at her(it was so obvious), but she caught Remus’s eye before he could look away.

It was like she looked directly into his soul, and there was that feeling again. Remus could have sworn she sat up straighter, taken by surprise for some reason. She narrowed her eyes at him, looked him up and down, then returned to her conversation.

Odd… 

Their butterbeers arrived and Remus put the interaction aside, deciding to just enjoy the rest of the time he had with his friends. Once the group finished, Sirius casually yawned and turned to Remus. “Fancy a smoke?” he asked. Remus nodded and exited the pub with Sirius.

They began their journey to the shrieking shack, Remus feeling the nip in the air, but also that feeling. He took a cigarette out of his jacket pocket, handed one to Sirius, then lit them both. Perhaps a smoke would ease the odd sensation. Walking in comfortable silence, taking drags of their cigarettes, the boys eventually ended up at the shack.

Remus dropped the butt of his cigarette and snuffed it out with his shoe, Sirius taking one last drag, then doing the same.

“Now,” Sirius started, “James will meet up with us but it’s business as usual right?”

Remus nodded. “Yeah, just try to stay in the forest like normal.”

“Gotcha,” Sirius replied. “Gotta lock you in now, Moons.”

Remus opened the door to the shack and stepped inside. He pulled the door closed and heard Sirius mutter the spell to magically seal him in until he transformed, then one of them would open the door and they would spend the whole night racing and playing in the woods in their animal forms.

Remus didn’t enjoy a lot of his lycanthropy, but being able to run in an animalistic way with his best mates, that was one thing he did enjoy.

Remus made his way upstairs to the old, beaten up bedroom, and layed on the bed. He began waiting for the transformation. 

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Something was off, Sirius could tell. He and James, who had broken away from the group finally, were sitting at the edge of the forest.

They heard Remus transforming, which was never easy, but this time it seemed that he was having a particularly rough time. James winced from beside Sirius and shook his head. Once they were certain he was fully changed, James magically unlocked the door.

They both transformed into their animagus form, but Remus didn’t come out. Sirius and James looked at each other and Sirius went inside to check on Remus, coax him out of the shack.

Sirius padded upstairs, expecting to see the wolf destroying something or clawing at the furniture, but he was met with a completely different scene entirely. The wolf was pacing around the room in a circle, sniffing the air and whining. When it saw the black dog that had entered, it perked up, but still looked around, as if looking for someone else.

The dog raced downstairs, goading the wolf to chase it. The wolf gave in easily and followed the dog down the stairs and out of the house where they were met with the large stag. The wolf tackled the deer, rolling and play-fighting until the wolf’s ears perked up. It snapped it’s head to the forest and bolted.

The dog and the deer had no chance to wrangle it before it slipped through the tree line and into the dark forest beyond. The dog and the deer looked at each other and then dashed after the wolf.

Sirius didn't understand what had gotten into the wolf, but raced as fast as he could to catch up.

That is when the howl came from deep in the forest. Everything stopped, the whole forest seeming to be silenced. Then the answering howl sounded.

The deer and the dog followed the sound to an opening in the forest, a small field with a large oak in the center. They expected to find Moony there, chasing something, but they were not expecting to see two wolves circling each other.

They hung back at the tree line, watching but ready to protect Remus if anything were to happen.

The other wolf was smaller, a female, but just as dangerous, still a werewolf.

The two wolves continued circling each other, tense. The smaller wolf noticed the dog and the stag at the forest’s edge, and growled, hackles raising. Moony stepped between her and his friends, protecting them, and growled deep back at her. The other wolf turned her attention to him now, focusing all her anger at him.

Moony wasn’t backing down, determined to protect the dog and the stag behind him. He clawed at her, catching her right under the eye. She wasted no time in returning the favor, and swiped right back at him, getting him good.

Moony, shocked, stepped back and sat down, like a dog asking for a treat. The other wolf blinked, then mirrored his actions. Moony pounced and ran off, the other wolf following, chasing.

They were playing. 

The dog and the deer looked at each other, then back to the two wolves, then joined in.

It was slightly harder, keeping track of two wolves rather than just the one, but at least they could rough-house with each other and not be too afraid to hurt the other, like Remus often was with Sirius or James.

The two wolves raced each other and swam in the lake, the whole group having fun, until Sirius noticed the morning light. Dawn would break soon and Remus would transform back, they needed to get him back to the shack. Moony, however, was being more difficult than normal. 

The moment Sirius and James tried to corral him and chase him back to the shack, Moony refused. He kept wandering over to the other wolf, trying to continue to play. So James and Sirius decided that both the wolves had to be wrangled into the shack, if that was the only way to get Remus back in.

That task was incredibly difficult, Moony bouncing all over the place and the other wolf threatening to snap at the boys if they got too close. They eventually managed to lock both the wolves in the shack with minimal damage.

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Remus woke on the floor of the bedroom feeling more tired than he had ever been after a full moon. He felt like he could sleep for ages. His aching body needed all the rest it could get.

Small moments from the night came back to him and suddenly…

He snapped his head toward the bed to see a sleeping figure curled up in the old and torn blankets. That feeling tingled the back of his neck again. 

The figure sat straight up, feeling the same feeling. Remus knew that face, the new girl. She made direct eye contact with him, then quickly scanned the room, unsure of where she was.

He could see she was scared, so he calmly said “It’s ok, you’re ok.”

She looked at him unsure. “W-where are we?” she asked, voice a little raw.

“This is called the shrieking shack, it's where I come… to transform.” Remus answered, still trying to calm her and get her to trust him.

“You’re the wolf I was with last night?” she asked, more like putting the pieces together.

Remus nodded. “My name’s Remus.” He smiled.

“Y/N” she answered.

“Nice to meet you Y/N.” He said, noticing how she seemed to start relaxing.

“And… that dog and the deer?” she asked.

Remus chuckled, not knowing exactly how to answer that. “They’re harmless.”

She nodded and they sat in silence for a minute before she spoke again. “I didn’t know there were others… like me.” she said.

Remus didn’t know how to talk about this with anyone, he had never met another werewolf. All he could seem to do was nod.

“H-how long have you been… you know…” she asked timidly.

Remus smiled sadly. “‘I was bitten when I was really young, about three.” He answered.

Her eyes widened and she gasped. “Three!?” she looked in disbelief. “I am so sorry, you’ve had to deal with this for a long time…”she trailed off. “I was bitten a couple years ago. That's why I transferred schools, the other one kicked me out, thought that I was a danger to the other students.”

“I am so sorry,” this time it was Remus’s turn to feel bad.

She smiled sadly. “It’s ok, besides, now I know someone else like me.”

[julesdaydreams]

@rosekillermicrofic II April 3 - paint II word count: 1111

Slightly nsfw! MDNI!

Evan had paint smudged right over the left corner of his mouth and it was driving Barty absolutely insane.

He has been staring at it since the moment he has stepped into their apartment over an hour ago, when Evan was still sprawled over his canvas on the floor, surrounded by utensils, red paint dripping from brushes and onto the hardwood floor.

And when he turned around to greet Barty as usual, he spotted it. That blue smudge right over those full lips Barty has been obsessing over for the better part of the last year.

Barty never saw Evan as anything other that his best friend. Not for the years they spent together at school and not for the two years after when they lived in a flat with Regulus.

But one day, a few weeks after Regulus had moved out to live with James - a Gryffindor of all people, Barty still judged him for him whenever he got the chance - well, Barty's feeling just changed. Suddenly, without reason, Evan was cooking in the kitchen and Barty was only looking away for a second and when he looked back it hit him like a fucking truck. He was in love with his best friend. He was in love with Evan Rosier.

He would love to say that he was totally chill about it. In truth, Barty ran out of their flat, mumbling some weird excuse, and straight up to Regulus who only stared at him with that unimpressed look on his, muttering a “fucking finally” under his breath.

After that, Barty has been pretty good at hiding his feelings from the other man, if he dare say so himself.

That was, until that fucking paint spot appeared.

“Barty? Barty?! Are you even listening to me?” Evan's annoyed tone finally ripped him out of his trance and Barty's eyes snapped from blue paint to brown eyes.

“Sorry what?” Evan looked at him with an unimpressed stare, but Barty didn't have it in him to feel bad. How was he supposed to listen when Evan was just so- so distractable!

“I swear what is it with you today! You've been all spacey and weird.” Evan exclaimed, brows furrowed, studying his friend.

“Nothin’. Just thinking, I guess.” Barty cringed at his own weak reply. Who the fuck was he? No way Evan would buy that and by the raised eyebrow he received, his best friend definitely didn't.

Luckily, his best friend spared him for now. “Right. Well, whenever you decide to snap out of it, I'll be in my room.” With that, the other man stood up and out of the room and Barty never got to know what the other man was asking him in the first place.

..

Later that day, when they were both sprawled out over the couch, sharing a joint between them - like they often did on nights where all of their friends were out on date nights - Barty was still staring at that blue spot. He had hoped the other man would've seen it in the mirror by now, but apparently he hadn't and the more time passed, the more it drove him insane.

Evan was talking, telling a story of one of his professors at university who straight up drew on his art project to tell him everything that was wrong about it. He gestured wildly with his hands, joint forgotten for a moment between his fingers, as he recounted the event, fuming with it.

And really, Barty was trying to focus, he really did. But his mind had other ideas, mainly wanting to lick right over that blue spot, see how it tasted on his best friend's skin.

“You have paint on your face. Just above your lip.” He said it in the middle of Evan's rant, right in the middle of a sentence. Just blurting it out, completely interrupting the other man.

“What?”

Barty felt his face turn hot.

“Uhm.. just- There's paint smudged over your lip.” he repeated and Evan gave him a puzzled look before wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Gone?”

“Nah, still there. Think you smudged it more.”

Again, Evan wiped at his skin roughly without catching it. And before Barty could think about what he was doing, he scooted closer, licking at his thumb and bringing it to the other man's lips.

“Here, let me do it.”

He brushed over the spot, much gentler than Evan had been, the paint slowly coming off. It wasn't until everything was gone, dark skin spotless again and glistening a bit with Barty's spit, that Barty realised how close he was to the other man.

His thumb brushes over the corner of Evan's mouth again, catching lightly on his bottom lip.

He was transfixed, totally out of it as he watched how it gave under his thumb and sprang back into position, thumb hovering in place above it.

He cleared his throat. “Right. Uhm… you're good.” He forced out, eyes still focused on where the paint had been, locked in place, unable to move.

The next few seconds felt like forever, none of them moving, both of them in their own little bubble until Evan's tongue darted out, wetting his lips and Barty snapped.

With a heavy exhale he pulled the other in by the neck, lips crashing together in a desperate kiss.

Barty's brain was fuzzy. Evan tasted like weed and something just so Evan that Barty couldn't wrap his head around and it drove him insane, especially when he felt a hand grab his collar, pulling him even closer, teeth biting at his lip, drawing a moan from him that had the other smirking.

They moved on instinct, heavy breaths and wet tongues against each other and didn't break the kiss until Barty was straddling Evan's lap, grinding down like a bitch in heat, completely lost in the moment until Evan pulled away to take a deep breath.

Brown eyes locked with his and Barty felt his stomach swoop at the dark look in them.

“Bloody hell, I've wanted to do that for so long.” Evan exhaled, speaking into the little space between them and Barty's heart squeezed at the comment.

It wasn't until much later, until their body's were exhausted, legs intertwined in bed, that Barty let out a snort, disrupting the quiet of the room.

“You're not the only one, Rosier��� he replied, pushing their lips back together hungrily.

“What's so funny?”

“I think there's paint on your dick.”

He was met with a raised eyebrow and a lazy smirk.

“Better get it then.”

Barty has never followed an order faster.

[psychoticallykind]

Cinnamon

"Allergic" - Jegulus Microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 749 words

A bit NSFW.

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Regulus was annoyed. And he had every right to be - every right, because this idiotic girl was still flirting with his boyfriend. His very polite, non-violent boyfriend. His boyfriend, who needed to get the fuck away from that Hufflepuff before Regulus did something very bad and very permanent to her.

"They want to do it the muggle way - do you know the muggle way? It's really very fun, you should come with us," she's saying now. Valerie, maybe. Regulus isn't sure.

James is smiling, and Regulus hates that he's smiling. "That sounds like fun. Lily was actually talking about that - have you met Lily? I can introduce you," he offers.

For a moment, the genuine look on James's face and the easy joy in his smile softens the edge of Regulus's irritation.

Then Valerie speaks.

"Maybe later," she replies, and Regulus can tell she doesn't want to meet Lily - no, she's perfectly fine here, with his boyfriend. "Anyway, last year they made it even better by adding cinnamon, and smore's are good no matter what, but - do you like cinnamon?"

"He's allergic, actually," Regulus cuts in, grabbing James's arm and pulling him closer. He sees Valerie's startled look but doesn't care. "And he's busy that night."

Valerie frowns, glancing hopefully at James. "We actually haven't settled on a night yet."

"He's busy every night." Regulus smiles, and he knows it's very obviously forced. "With me." And then he turns, pulling James with him. All the way up the stairs, into the (thankfully) unoccupied dorm room.

It's not until the door is closed that James clears his throat. "Are you okay?"

"Of course," Regulus replies, giving James an innocent look. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"Well," James starts, giving Regulus an amused look. "To start, I'm not allergic to cinnamon."

"You're not?" Regulus shrugs. "Strange. I must have gotten mixed up."

James laughs a little, reaching out to pull Regulus against his chest. "You did not get mixed up." He turns Regulus around, wrapping his arms around his chest and speaking in his ear. "You got jealous."

"I did not," Regulus denies, but James is tracing along the hem of his sweater and he's a little distracted.

"Okay," James's other hand trails up, settling just below Regulus's throat and teasing him, and Regulus feels the tension melt from his posture. "What would you call it, then?"

"Um," Regulus struggles, completely unable to focus as James's fingers dip slightly lower. "Being helpful."

"Helpful?" James repeats, and Regulus hums in agreement. "How were you helpful?"

"I - um - James," Regulus protests as James slides his hand back up, onto his stomach. "Touch me properly."

"But we're talking," James teases him. "About you being helpful. Remember?"

It's a game, and Regulus likes this game, made the rules - but right now he just wants to win, and he doesn't care how.

So he pulls away from James's touch - James lets go immediately, because he always makes sure not to trap Regulus, not really, he always has a choice - and spins around so that he can look at him. Wraps his arms around his neck and gives in.

Because while someone else might be persuaded to drop the conversation in favor of sex, James would not. No, James was big on communication, and Regulus was about 98% sure that unless he addressed it properly, James was going to refrain from any actual touching.

"Yes, I was jealous, and yes, I know I don't need to be, and yes, I know that you aren't allergic to fucking cinnamon," Regulus tells him, and he rolls his eyes a little - just because he's communicating doesn't mean he has to do it nicely. "But you were being nice to her and she likes you and I didn't want to stand there and watch anymore."

"I'll always leave if you're uncomfortable," James tells him, and it's so sweet but also very unnecessary because Regulus knows. "Just say the word, love. You're far more important than anyone else at that party."

Which is also unnecessary, but it's possible that Regulus smiles a little. Because it is nice to hear it - and James makes sure he hears it often. "I know."

"I wouldn't have talked to her if I knew it was making you feel bad," James tells him, and it makes his heart melt a little.

"I know," Regulus repeats, but it's softer. "Now please touch me properly."

James grins, picking him up and walking over to the bed. "I would love to."

[ourloveisforthelovely]

Away (Part 3)

Regulus Black AU

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader 

Rating: T- mentions of abuse

Summary: Growing up in abusive homes has finally reached its breaking point. Regulus comes to run away with you in the middle of the night. Its time for a new life.

Link to Part 2

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You stood close to Regulus as Remus led the way up the stairs and into a bedroom. While you were relieved that Sirius and Remus were more than kind to the two of you...you couldn't help but still be uneasy. Maybe in time, your nervous nature would ease...but that wasn't going to be today or tomorrow. Regulus squeezed your hand. Without saying it, he knew that you were worried.

“The two of you can do whatever you like with the room since you live here now.”

Remus commented in a soft voice. You gave him a polite thank you as he turned to leave the room. Remus stopped in the doorway and turned. He wanted to say something inspirational but the shock of the evening took his logical thoughts away. Looking at the two of you, Remus felt sad. Neither Regulus nor yourself looked ready to start a marriage. The two of you looked like children who were thrown into something that neither was entirely ready for.

“Can either of you cook?

Remus finally asked. Regulus gave him a confused frown before shaking his head. You nodded.

“I can. Why?”

You asked. Remus shrugged.

“Because Sirius and I are pathetic and always tend to catch things on fire. It will be nice to have something edible from time to time. “

“I can help with that. The two of you won't be going hungry now."

You replied. Remus smiled and walked out of the room. There would be time for more questions later. For now, it appeared the two of you needed some form of actual rest. Sleeping with one’s eyes open could only happen for so long.

Once the door closed, you turned back to Regulus who was silently laughing to himself.

“What?”

You questioned as Regulus moved to sit down on the bed.

“Oh, nothing…simply the image of those two attempting to cook something is hilarious. I can see Sirius running about holding a flaming potato in a pot asking Remus what to do with it.”

You chuckled too as you moved to sit down beside Regulus. This had been the first real moment of peace the two of you had in some time.

Regulus’ smile faded as his typical serious expression returned.

“Do you regret it? Marrying me and ending up here like this…”

You reached over and wrapped your hand around his before settling yourself on his lap.

“Not in the slightest. Regulus, like it or not, we would have had to do this at some point regardless. If we were going to be together, we never would have been able to have a proper engagement and wedding. Your parents would have never allowed it and neither would have my father. We can always have a wedding later with the people that we care about and if we don’t…that is okay too. We don’t have to have some kind of spectacle of a thing to be happy.”

Regulus gave you a small smile. His grey eyes were focused on your face looking for any sign of unhappiness. Regulus was relieved when he didn’t see any. It would have been just another slap if he knew that you were “potentially” unhappy over him.

“Yeah, we aren’t really a making something of a spectacle kind of people. You are right. We would have had to do things this way. It wouldn’t matter if we are 16 or 26. My parents will never change nor will your father. It will never matter how good I am to you…it will never be good enough for him. To your father, I will always be some snobby boy with a bad attitude.”

“And I’ll always be some half-blood devil.”

You added. Regulus moved to lay you back on the bed. Taking his place on top of you, Regulus held your hands over the top of your head. Snuggling his face into your neck, he took a deep breath. The sweet scent of your rose perfume had always been so comforting.

“I suppose there are worse things to be.”

You were quiet for a few moments before the thought of Regulus’ admission of being a potential death eater returned.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

You finally asked. Regulus sat up on his knees giving you a careful look. He knew exactly what you were talking about. Regulus had been expecting this rather uncomfortable conversation for some time.

From the start of the war, you were worried about Walburga trying to get Regulus involved with Voldemort in some fashion. Regulus had always tried to keep your mind at ease but deep down you knew…and Regulus knew it. He wanted to protect you as long as he could...even if it was from himself. Unfortunately, that ended today.

While this wasn’t the conversation that Regulus wanted to have on his wedding night. There was no getting around it. Running hand through his hair, Regulus sighed.

“Because I didn’t want you to worry more than you already were. You knew and I suppose, in my own way, I was trying to protect you.”

You sat up and looked around the room before speaking.

“I understand that but you still should have told me. We could have gotten the fuck out of there a long time ago. What are we going to do when they come after us? You know that will be coming.”

Regulus frowned.

“Let them come. It will be a cold day in hell before I ever go back to that place.”

(the next morning)

Remus was making a cup of tea when Sirius stepped into the room

“I suppose the happy couple are still sleeping?”

Sirius asked before sitting down. Remus passed him a cup of tea before giving him a cold glare.

“Yes and from the looks of them proper rest is probably something that they need.”

Sirius nodded.

“Yeah…probably so. I have to say I am impressed with my brother. I always had this feeling that he would turn out like dad. That boy just burned all of the pages from that book. I also want to thank Y/n. She has been the one that made Regulus grow up.”

Remus swirled the spoon in his tea before humming in agreement. Sirius was right about that one. If someone had told Remus days before this would be happening, he would have laughed in their face. While Remus had always hoped that Regulus was “good deep down” he hadn’t seen much to prove it. Now…everything was different.

Remus could see how Regulus watched you. He knew that look in his eyes. That was the look that Sirius gave him. It was that look that, while expressing feelings vocally could be hard, said everything Remus needed to hear. Regulus loved you.

“What do we do when your parents turn up looking for him? You know this isn’t over.”

Remus questioned. A dark look formed on Sirius’ face. He was quiet for a moment before the doorbell rang.

“We kill them and bury them in the back garden. That's probably James and Lily.”

Remus chuckled before taking a sip of his tea. Killing Walburga and Orion and then burying them in the back garden was something everyone could probably agree too.

A few seconds later, Sirius returned with James and Lily. While the times were dark, James never seemed to lose his smile. Plopping down, he looked between Sirius and Remus. Right away, James knew something was going on. He only hoped they hadn’t lost another member of the order. There had been too many deaths and disappearances lately,

“So, what is going on?”

Sirius sat down before smirking.

“How do you feel about killing someone and burying them in the back garden?”

James’ smile faded and was replaced with a confused expression.

“I don’t think we could bury Voldemort in the back garden.”

Lily gave James an annoyed scowl while Remus shook his head. Sirius sighed.

“I’m not talking about him. I mean my parents. Do you think we could put them under enough dirt and crap where they won’t be missed?”

James scratched his head.

“I, mean, sure…we could. Are you having a hard time with them again or something?”

Sirius shook his head before nodding.

“Not at the moment but it will be coming along…let me explain why. We have two new order members.”

Lily frowned, trying to figure out where this conversation was going.

“What do two new order members and your parents have in common?”

She asked, trying to make sense. Sirius smirked.

“Its Regulus and Y/n.”

The room went silent while James and Lily stared at each other before turning back to Sirius. They were clearly thinking that Sirius was messing with them.

“Regulus and Y/n?”

Lily questioned again. Remus nodded.

“Yes. Regulus and Y/n are on our side now.”

James turned back to Sirius.

“Did hell freeze over and we weren’t made aware?”

Sirius shook his head.

“They turned up here late last night. Mum knocked the cream cheese out of Regulus again. He has finally had enough of their crap. I am thankful that he finally woke up before getting sucked into that mess. There is more. The death eaters have been trying to recruit him. Thankfully, he was smart enough to say no…but they could have.”

James ran a hand over his face while Lily gasped. Both James and Lily had talked about Regulus being the perfect target for the death eaters. Now, once again, they were right about something.

“Bloody hell. I’m glad he said no and came here. It looks like there is hope for him after all.”

James said in a stunned voice. Sirius nodded and stood up.

“There is more.”

Lily had sat down beside James and was still trying to take in the information that she was just given.

“What more is there?”

She asked. Sirius glanced over his shoulder. He didn’t want either Regulus nor yourself to walk in while being the topic of discussion.

“Regulus and Y/n got married.”

James and Lily looked even more stunned. Lily’s mouth dropped while James did math in his head.

“But they are 16?”

Remus nodded.

“They are.”

Sirius had gone back to his tea for a moment before speaking.

“They lied on the application. I understand why they did it. They felt like they had no choice. My parents will never accept them and apparently, Y/n’s father isn’t too fond of Regulus. I couldn’t turn them away. They need someone who is in their corner. Regardless of what happened with my family, Regulus had nothing to do with it.”

James frowned.

“He never spoke to you after you left. That is saying a lot if you ask me.”

Sirius frowned. While he and James didn’t argue often, Regulus would be the topic that Sirius would “flip a table” over.

“He did what he had to, James. He had to keep himself safe living in that house. I’m not asking you to become his best friend but I am asking you to give the two of them a chance.”

James was quiet a moment before nodding. He didn’t have a problem with you. You had always been nothing but kind to James. There had been many times that James wanted to ask what exactly you saw in Regulus but he never did.

“Fine. That doesn’t mean that I am not going to be keep an eye on them.”

James replied. Sirius sat back in his chair.

“I would expect nothing less of you.”

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[secret-writer-boy]

jegulus bad idea right au

exactly what it seems.

“Bloody hell,” says Barty, incredulous. “Did he really?” 

“Three hundred and sixty-five roses!” Regulus shouts. “For every day we’d been together! And they were all different colors!” he rubs his eyes and leans across the table to reach his cup of vodka. “Stupid arsehole-”

“Alright, Regulus, let’s not,” Dorcas moves the cup out of his range. “Don’t overdo it.”

Watching the cup, Regulus suddenly feels a stirring of irritation under his skin. “You’re not my keeper,” he says, rolling his eyes, a buzz of satisfaction suffusing him. He itches for a fight. “I can bloody moderate on my own without your mothering, Dorcas.”

“Well!” Dorcas rears back, clearly offended. “Someone’s got to make sure you don’t kill yourself.”

“And that’s you, is it?” Regulus glares at her. “You aren’t good for much of anything, then,” he barbs.

“Alright, Regulus,” Dorcas snorts, mocking for a moment before her features shift back to rage.

“Dorcas,” Evan sighs.

“No!” Dorcas cuts him off. “Reg always gets like this, and it’s always the same. We go out, he gets too drunk because he doesn’t know when to stop, someone has to interfere, and he’s awful about it!”

“Fuck you, Dorcas,” Regulus hisses. His chair gives a metallic scrrrrreech! as he shoves it back and gets to his feet. “I’ve got to use the loo.” Stalking away, Regulus tries to ignore his friends’ murmuring behind him. 

He knows it’s not healthy to still obsess over a relationship that ended months ago, and meant nothing anyways, nothing at all—”Oh, yes, tell Sirius all about this! Tell him everything, anything you haven’t already, you fucking liar”—he should have seen the breakup coming, really. Nothing good could have come of—

Regulus pauses. His phone is buzzing. Unknown Number, it says. 

Cautiously, he picks up. “Hello?”

“Regulus,” a voice replies. 

Regulus freezes. Even distorted by static, there’s no mistaking that voice. His voice. Oh, Regulus knows this voice. He’s heard it delighted; he’s heard it overjoyed; he’s heard it screaming; he’s heard it in ecstasy; he’s heard it in rage. Oh yes, oh yes, he knows this voice.

“James?” Regulus can hardly believe it—no, he can’t believe it. “James?” his breathing becomes slow and shuddering. 

“Hi,” James says, voice low and husky, and Regulus just wants to savor it forever, and maybe rip out James’ throat while he’s at it. Pent-up rage from their break up comes back to him in waves, and he wants to throttle James, really. But he won’t; Regulus is going to hang up right now and block James’ number and tell him to shove whatever he has to say up his arseh—

“Check your texts,” James tells him. 

Between one heartbeat and the next, Regulus thumbs to his texts. It’s James. How can he not?

Unknown Number: [Image Attached]

He opens the image and forgets how to breathe.

It’s him. It looks like he’s in bed—his eyes, his eyes are soft and light and oh so pretty and they’re difficult to see behind his glasses but Regulus manages (he always has) and his face is perfectly sculpted and his hair is so dark and silky and it’s short now, shorter, and still fucking messy and oh Regulus just wants to run his hands through—

“You got a haircut,” he says numbly.

“I miss you, Regulus,” and Regulus remembers the way James used to say his name like a prayer. Regulus remembers how deep and smooth his voice is—why oh why does he still have to want him so desperately?

“I—you do?” he hates how desperate he sounds.

“With everything in me,” James promises. Regulus knows it meant nothing. It meant nothing to either of them. None of it. He recalls the fights, and the rage, and the anger, and what came after—James against the wall; his hands on Regulus’ waist—it all meant nothing. Except…James doesn’t sound like it meant nothing.

“I miss you too,” his voice is hoarse, words slurring, and all he can think about is how warm James’ skin used to feel against his, and how his gorgeous hazel eyes would darken at night, and how he thinks he might die to see them do that again.

Ping!

There’s another message.

“James,” he whispers, horrified, maybe awed. “Is this your address?”

“Maybe,” and there’s no mistaking his tone; that’s his—that’s his flirty tone, is he really— “Want to find out?”

And later, Regulus will swear up and down that he thought it through, really he did, and decided it was the best decision—

I should probably, probably not. I should probably, probably not. I should probably—

“I’ll be there in ten,” Regulus says, and hangs up the phone.

What the fuck did I just do?

He’s almost numb as he texts his friends. Leaving now. I need to get some sleep. He ignores the texts, the questions that follow. All he can think of is James. James, James, James, who makes him want to die and scream and also explode from sheer frustration. Oh, he hates James. Oh, he wants James so desperately he thinks he might die if he doesn’t have him immediately.

(Nothing good could have come from fucking his brother’s best friend behind his back. Especially when said best friend was everything to him. Especially when—)

Now he’s getting in the car, wrecking all his plans, and he knows he should stop (but he can’t). He’s speeding a bit, and it doesn’t take long before Regulus is there at James’ fancy apartment (just like his old one), taking the elevator to the second floor, and standing by—

It’s him. 

James is smiling his gorgeous smile, his blinding smile that stretches from one corner of his face to another. 

“Reg,” and Regulus is on him, pushing him through the doorway and attacking his lips with a fervency. James opens his mouth between kisses, seeming to want to say something, but Regulus stops him.

“No talk, Potter,” he whispers, something in him burning with an intensity. “Show me how good you are.” 

And James, falling apart, does just that.

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part 2?

[ch0k3herwithaseaview]

@jegulus-microfic | may 3 rush | words: 1365

hiii! the idea for this one comes from @bey0nd-1he-stars and i really hope she likes it <3 anyway, enjoy;3

tw: implied child abuse in the past

“James, we’re already late, c’mon,” Regulus managed to say between heated kisses. In response, his boyfriend mumbled something he assumed was ‘just one more’.

It started innocently enough—when Regulus and Sirius ran from Grimmauld and came to live with the Potters, James spent most of the nights sleeping in one bed with the two of them. And since sleep always came easier to Sirius than to Regulus, at least half of those nights James and the younger brother spent talking—sometimes about what they were doing that day, sometimes planning a night out with their friends, and sometimes, on worse days, about how Regulus wishes he could still live with his parents, because no matter how badly they hurt him and his brother, they still were their parents, and he still loved them.

On those bad days, James always held the other boy close to his chest, letting him cry and spit out all the pain he had in himself, all while stroking his back in a soothing gesture.

As the time passed and the brothers started attending therapy, James stopped sleeping with them. Instead, every night Regulus sneaked out of his room, going straight to James’ bed. The talks about their friends turned into ones about their feelings. Sleepless nights filled with guilt and fear turned into nights filled with tenderness and small, sweet gestures. And with the end of August, those small, sweet gestures turned into dancing tongues and hands all over each other.

Not much has changed since then—they were still sneaking around to meet at night, coming up with excuses to their friends and professors when asked about why they were so tired or where they were in between classes. There was one new thing, though: before every Quidditch game, they left earlier than the rest of their teams, saying they had to discuss something with Madame Hooch. In fact, the one who had a match that day went to the equipment shed and waited for the other one to show up to give him a kiss for good luck.

Today, even though they both played, was no exception. They met 20 minutes before the teams were scheduled to arrive on the field, locked themselves in a shed, and kissed senselessly.

From behind the closed door, Regulus could hear voices getting closer and closer to them.

“James, I can hear Sirius,” the younger boy gasped, tugging at the other’s hair to pull him away. It worked, if James’ terrified face was anything to go by.

“Shit, we’ve got to go,” James mumbled, putting Regulus back down.

“You don’t say,” replied Regulus, arching one of his brows.

They left the shed together, carrying the big chest with balls inside it as a disguise. After putting it in the middle of the pitch, both of them went to their respective locker rooms, wishing each other luck teasingly.

“Where have you been?” Dorcas asked Regulus as soon as he entered the room. Giving her a questioning look, he went to his locker, taking out his gloves, the rest of his uniform already on him. “I went to Hooch looking for you—she said she hasn’t seen you today, so where have you been?”

“None of your business,” he grumbled in response.

“Oh, so you were with—“

“Shut up.” He practically ran to her, putting his hands over her mouth. “I don’t know how you know, but act as if you don’t know, okay?”

“What will I get in exchange?” She mumbled from behind his hands.

“If you don’t tell about mine, I won’t tell about yours, deal?” Now Dorcas’ eyes went wide, but she nodded in agreement.

***

An hour and a half after the match started, Gryffindor was leading by 50 points, and normally Regulus would be livid because of that, but seeing James smile every time he or one of his teammates scored was enough to soothe him.

The game wasn’t really violent—the buldgers were flying around as always trying to get to one of the players before beaters from their team sent the ball frying to the opposite team’s players, but nothing more dangerous than any other time.

Regulus was lingering over the pitch, looking for the snitch. Gryffindor’s seeker, a third-year girl named Abby Baker, was following his every move, so every now and then he took off, trying to lead her in the wrong direction.

He teased her like this for most of the game until he finally noticed a small golden ball flying just above the girl's head. He took a wide turn in her direction, lying almost flat on his broom and speeding as much as it allowed him. Abby didn’t get what was happening until Regulus passed her by. She was fast, at his tail at all times, yet still too slow to reach the snitch before him.

Regulus was so close to it that he could practically feel the ball’s little wings in his hand when his brother’s voice came to his ears.

“Prongs, watch out!” and then there was a loud thud and terrified screams from the stands. And if Regulus didn't know who 'Prongs' was, he probably wouldn't even bother checking what’s going on.

But it was James.

His James.

As soon as he turned his head to take a look at what was happening, he could feel all the blood rush out of his face. The familiar silhouette of the boy who showed him what a real family looks like and what love really is—the boy who saved him—was falling down at lightning speed, his broom nowhere to be seen.

Regulus didn’t think even for a second that his team would lose or that the whole school would find out about them—he just took another turn, going as fast as he could to not let his boyfriend crush into the dirt below them. It felt like chasing the snitch, only this one was much bigger and still harder to put your hands on.

“James, give me your hand!” He yelled, flying a bit lower and reaching his own hand out for the other boy to catch.

Regulus almost had him, but their palms were too sweaty, and James slipped out, flying down at breakneck speed again.

“Fuck!” the younger boy exclaimed, making a risky decision and flying straight down. This time he caught James hand; he held on to it, but they were too close to the ground to come out of this situation in one piece.

Until they weren’t.

Regulus doesn’t know what happened, but one second he was in the air, hoping for the best, and the next he stood steady on the pitch’s grass.

“What the fuck, guys?!” Regulus could hear Sirius shouting from behind him, but he didn’t care about his brother right now—all he cared about was James.

“Are you okay? Where does it hurt? What even happened?” he was asking, checking every part of his boyfriend’s body to make sure he wasn’t hurt too badly. “Who sent the buldger? I swear I’m going to—“

“Reg, I’m fine. Look,” James said, shaking each one of his limbs and turning his head in different directions. “See? Nothing happened; I just need a new broom.”

“Nothing happened? Nothing happened?! James, you could’ve broken every bone in your body; hell, you could’ve died! Imagine it was you and not your broom, your parents—Sirius—and me! We would all die just from—“

“Hey, hey, hey,” suddenly James’ hands were on his cheeks, thumbs brushing away tears. When have I even started to cry? “I know you were scared; I was scared, too. But you caught me; nothing really bad happened; we’re both okay.” He pulled Regulus closer, putting him in a warm embrace. “It’s okay, love; we’re okay.”

They stood there, hugging for Merlin knows how long before Regulus realized what they were doing. He didn’t pull away when he said, “You know we’re in the middle of the pitch and everyone can see us, don’t you?”

“Yeah, baby, I know,” James whispered into his hair, still caressing his back gently.

And so they stood there, not caring about the world around them or Sirius screaming about incest—they just hugged, glad they were both okay.

[accio-sriracha]

Pawns and Kings

A snippet of a Jegulus WIP

Regulus grew up privileged, so much so that he hardly had to lift a finger to get anything he wanted.

James Potter, fed up with Regulus' superiority, decides to make him do the work for a change

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Regulus has tried everything. He's made countless attempts at verbal flirtation, bribery, and even a few rare cases of physical contact.

Nothing was working. Potter was simply not interested in his displays of interest. 

Regulus had always assumed courting Potter would be easy. Too easy. Regulus was hot, and Potter was available. What else would there have been to factor in? 

But alas. Here Regulus stands, with nothing to show for his failed trials but a significant loss in dignity and reputation. 

The worst part? He knows Potter wants him. Regulus could see it in the warmth behind his smile every time he watched Regulus humiliate himself. He could feel it in the way Potter stared at him from across the room, like nothing in the space between them could possibly matter more. 

Potter sometimes has this sickly, puppy-dog look about him. Regulus knew that expression would only be taken on by a fool in love. 

So why hasn't he given in yet?

They sat together in silence now. Regulus could tell Potter knew tonight would be different. Potter knew Regulus wasn't planning on flirting with him anymore. 

Maybe it was Regulus' slumped shoulders that gave away his resignation. Maybe it was the bags beneath his eyes that signified his countless sleepless nights spent agonising over his failures. He wasn't sure. 

But he did know that Potter was watching him like a Niffler, waiting to see what his next move would be.

Regulus sighed, the brisk winter air freezing his breath in front of him. 

"I could walk away, you know," he whispered. "I could tell everyone this was all just a stubborn attempt to prove you wrong." 

Potter must have seen something in Regulus' expression, because his tone was low and serious when he replied. 

"Could you?" 

There's a beat. Regulus looked down at his hands. 

"No." 

Another long silence passed between them.

Regulus supposed it should have been obvious. No amount of spite would drive Regulus to the amount of embarrassments he'd suffered these last few weeks trying to earn Potter's hand. 

Regulus finally looked up to meet his eyes again. Maybe there was too much emotion in his own. Maybe he'd grown to let his mask slip whenever he and Potter were alone together. He wasn't sure if that was a bad thing yet. 

"What do you want from me, Potter?" He asked. His voice was hoarse, bordering on desperate. He should have played it cool, but he knew there wasn't a point anymore. 

Potter shook his head, looking a bit surprised. At least that was something. Regulus had hardly seen anything on the git's face aside from amusement in nearly a month. 

"What do I want from you?" He repeated. "All I ever wanted was for you to just be real with me, Regulus. Just... just tell me how you feel. No grand presents. No big spectacles. I just want to know what you want from me."

"You want to know what I want?" Regulus asked. He made it sound so easy. Like these hadn't been the hardest weeks of his life.

Potter nodded.

Regulus knew deep down that he never would have opened up like this a year ago. But doing... whatever this was. It's made him realise that being vulnerable isn't as terrifying as it seemed.

Maybe that was the point. Maybe Potter wanted him to learn to be vulnerable before he agreed to call him his own. 

Regulus looked back down at his hands. He hadn't realised he'd been fidgeting nervously with his rings again. He didn't bother to stop; it was only Potter to witness it. 

The thoughts caught him off guard. 

Since when was he only Potter? Since when did he become so much more than the popular Quidditch captain Regulus had only wanted on his arm for show?

Regulus realised now more than ever that his feelings had never really been that simple. 

Not when he was entranced by Potter's smile from the first day they met. Not when Potter's eyes could catch him off guard no matter how many times he saw them. Not when Potter's ridiculously large and stupid bleeding heart was the kindest thing Regulus had ever known. 

He took in a fortifying breath, letting himself speak the truth – the real truth – for the first time in his life. 

"I want everything with you," he muttered. 

He could feel Potter stiffen beside him, but he didn't dare turn to look. He wasn't finished yet. Not by a long shot.  

"I want your eyes on me when we pass each other in the hall, and I want to know that you're looking because you want me too. I want your laughter and our stupid fights that neither of us really mean. I want the nights I spend without sleep because I'm still trying to figure you out. I want that stupid smile you get when you watch me fail at courting you. I want the way you stand up for me when I don't even know how to do it for myself."

He hesitated. They could both feel that this was a turning point. This was a moment they would look back on and know it shaped the rest of their lives.

He looked up at James again, letting every word pour straight from his heart. He could feel his chest tighten with the weight of it all.

"I want all of it with you. And I promise, if you let me, I won't ever take this for granted. Not you. Not us. You mean too much for me to think of this as something I got handed to me. I promise you that I will think of you as someone I know I'll never fully deserve. But I hope you'll let me keep trying to prove it to you anyway."

Regulus laughed, a real laugh, the kind he'd never let go around anyone before. 

"I think I loved you before I ever knew how. Before I knew that love wasn't something you take, that it was something you had to earn. I loved you before I knew what it was to love something so entirely your soul could catch on fire." 

There was an intensity between them. This was the speech that Potter had been waiting on. These were the truths Regulus had been guarding so carefully, now fully laid out for Potter to see. 

"If I have to keep proving it to you, I will. But this isn't a game anymore. You're not a prize, Potter. You're the man I've been falling for for as long as I can remember."

And then it happened. 

Potter smiled at him. That rare, true, brilliant smile. 

And there was something new there, a confidence in his eyes. Like he'd known all along this was how it was going to happen. 

"I'm in love with you too," he whispered. 

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Fic #123 for @ephemeralstarss !!

Feel free to send me any number between 1 and 200 for a snippet of a fic <3

[uhhlifeig]

Witch - October 12 - word count: 535 - @wolfstarmicrofic

PT 2

Remus leaned against the kitchen doorway, taking the Halloween party in with a half-smile, a red plastic cup in hand.

He had to admit, Halloween wasn’t really his thing, but the others had been insistent. Especially Sirius. 

Sirius, who, at this very moment, was across the room, laughing loudly with James, his ridiculous leather jacket and aviators completing his ‘bad boy biker’ costume. 

Classic Sirius Black, always choosing the laziest outfit he could find and somehow pulling it off effortlessly.

“Remus,” Lily, dressed in a sleek black dress, her face adorned with glittering silver stars, walked over. “Why are you sulking over here by yourself?”

“I’m not sulking,” Remus replied.

“Come on, Moony,” Lily said. “It’s Halloween! You might as well join us.”

He laughed lightly, taking a sip from his drink. “I’m not much of a dancer, Lily. You know that.”

Mary rolled her eyes from where she stood next to Lily. “That’s because you haven’t tried! Come on, Remus, it's Halloween, the one night of the year where everyone can be someone else.”

Before the taller boy could respond, Sirius’s voice rang out across the room. “Oi, Moony! Come over here!”

Remus flushed slightly, walking over to the older boy. 

James, who was dressed as some kind of cartoon knight, was standing next to Sirius, shaking his head with a fond grin.

Beside the hazel-eyed boy was Regulus, looking effortlessly cool as usual, wearing a tight black turtleneck and leather pants, his ‘vampire’ costume consisting of a cape thrown over his shoulders. 

The subtle way the younger boy leaned toward James didn’t go unnoticed by Remus.

“Why are you standing there like someone summoned you from the dead?” Sirius asked, grinning cheekily. “Halloween’s about fun, Moony. Come on, live a little!”

Remus raised an eyebrow. “Says the guy who didn’t even bother to wear a proper costume.”

Sirius gasped dramatically. “Excuse me, this is a highly authentic portrayal of a rebellious biker. I’ll have you know I put a lot of thought into this.”

James snorted. “Mate, you put that on ten minutes before we left.”

The gray-eyed boy shrugged unapologetically, his grin never faltering. “Details.”

Meanwhile, across the room, Marlene and Dorcas, dressed as a pair of witches cackled over some inside joke. 

Evan and Barty whispered to each other in their matching serial killer costumes, looking entirely too pleased with themselves.

“So, Remus,” Sirius said, drawing Remus back into the conversation. “What do you think of the party?”

Remus shrugged. “It’s alright. I’m just not really one for crowds, you know that.”

Sirius tilted his head playfully. “Then why are you here?”

“Because you made me come,” Remus said, his tone exasperated but a teensy bit fond.

“Exactly,” Sirius said, his grin widening.

Remus sighed. “Shut up.”

“No, you.”

The dirty blonde was about to reply when James piped up. “Oh, come on, Moony, we all know you don’t hate Padfoot. Why else would you let him drag you to every party?”

“He’s secretly hoping you’ll stop talking,” Regulus said dryly.

Remus smirked. “Dear Regulus, you read my mind. Care for a dance?”

James gasped. “Reggie! No, please don’t leave me here with Sirius! I can’t bear it!”

“James, shut up.”

[myboybreakscoffins]

Last Minute of Sunset

sunrose microfic (evan rosier/james potter) — explicit, smoking (cigarettes & weed), alcohol, slightly nsfw, mentions of bitchkiller, james’ pov — word count: 1254

"What a shitty day," James muttered under his breath as he strode toward the furthest tower of the Quidditch pitch. Late autumn had settled in, and once the sun dipped behind the trees, his thin hoodie wouldn’t stand a chance against the cold. But he didn’t care. He was too desperate to get out of the castle.

On days like this—when everything and everyone managed to piss him off—his only real escape was the silence and solitude of a few hours smoking behind the stands.

"What’s the point of putting this here?" he grumbled, kicking a battered old trash can, that second later, rolled right back into place with annoying magical precision.

"Probably so some asshole could take their anger out on it when the world's not bending to his will," a low, mocking voice that James knew too well called out. Then, after a beat, "You look like a fucking ray of sunshine on the most hellish day of the summer."

James didn’t even flinch. "That sounds oddly romantic coming from you, Rosier."

"I’d rather call it fucking tragic," Evan replied. He was leaning casually against one of the support columns that held up the walkways connecting the towers, smoking like he had nothing better to do. "Like that hideous yellow hoodie. Didn’t you have anything that wouldn’t burn the eyes from miles away?"

"Shut the fuck up, Evan. I’m not in the mood," James shot back. The blond raised an eyebrow, smirking but keeping quiet. James walked right up to him, took the cigarette from his mouth, and inhaled deeply.

They’d been doing this since the start of the school year. It was almost a habit by now.

It had started by accident, the kind of weird timing the universe throws at you when it's bored. That year’s Quidditch tryouts had been a disaster, and James hadn’t felt like dealing with the questions or the pity party from his housemates. He’d taken a long shower, hoping the common room would be empty by the time he was done, then wandered around the pitch just to kill time.

And there he was—Evan Rosier—smoking on the far side like he owned the damn place.

"Got a smoke?" James had asked without thinking. They’d never really spoken before. Evan was a year below him, usually seen lurking around with Regulus and that weird crowd.

Evan had looked him over with that unreadable expression of his, then wordlessly pulled out a cigarette and handed it over.

"Who comes to smoke—without cigarettes—to a place where no one should be?" he’d asked, deadpan.

"I— I just wanted to be alone," James had admitted, too exhausted to come up with a lie.

"I can do that."

"Huh?"

"Pretend I don’t exist," Evan had said with a weird little smile James hadn’t understood at the time.

After that, they kept finding themselves in the same spot. Or rather, James kept showing up like a bad habit with legs after quidditch practices, on shit days and whenever he needed to breathe.

"So why are you here and not off making someone else miserable with your other half?" Evan asked now, flicking ash off the cigarette.

James huffed. "Because he’s currently tongue-deep in your other half’s throat."

Evan snorted and took a final drag from the cigarette, then making it vanish with a flick of his wand.

The thing was, James liked this. Liked Evan. Liked the way he didn’t care if James was in a foul mood or quiet or flat-out unpleasant. Evan never asked him to be better. He just let him be. No judgment. No expectations.

And in return, James gave him pieces of himself no one else got.

And Evan... Evan was like that with everyone. Distant. Cutting. Chill in a way that felt dangerous.

He never pushed. Never asked more than James was willing to give. They’d talk. Rant. Smoke. Sometimes they passed around leftover firewhiskey from some Gryffindor party, or—on rare nights—they sat shoulder to shoulder, too high to even consider going back to the castle until curfew had long passed.

"What if they get serious?" James asked after a stretch of silence.

Evan huffed a short laugh. "Then we set up camp out here. We stay high enough to cope and until everything else stops mattering. Become feral.” 

"That doesn’t sound so bad."

"You getting attached to me, Potter?" Evan teased.

James snorted. "Not that, dickhead. The staying high part."

Evan smirked faintly. "Unfortunately for you, this is all I've got." He pulled out a nearly finished blunt and handed it to James, whose face lit up.

"You’ll have to settle for a couple hours. Make it last."

James lit it with his wand and took a deep pull.

"And the next one’s on Sleekeazy’s Hair Potions," Evan said, grabbing the blunt back for his own drag.

"Alright, alright," James agreed. It was his turn to bring the goods.

They smoked in silence, passing it back and forth until James was completely relaxed—limbs heavy, brain fuzzy, tension finally melting away.

For once, he wasn’t thinking about classes, teammates, responsibilities or the war. Just existing.

Breathing.

The smell of weed and smoke mixed with the scent of freshly cut grass and Evan’s cologne. Weirdly comforting. The cold didn’t feel so sharp anymore, not with Evan’s body warm beside him.

Yeah, James really liked being near him like this. Close. Easy. Quiet.

He turned his head. Evan's eyes were closed, lashes fanned dark over his cheekbones. His skin caught the dying light, all bronze and shadow, mouth slack with the edge of a smirk.

James’s gaze dropped to his lips.

Dry. Full.

He reached out, took Evan by the chin, and turned his face toward him.

He wanted to bite them. Taste them until they were swollen and wet. Maybe even until they bled.

So James did exactly that. He kissed him. No warning, no hesitation. Just the press of mouths, sharp and ungraceful and hot.

Fuck, he liked kissing Evan, too.

He felt Evan’s gaze on him—sharp, intense.

"Weirdo," James thought. "Could you at least shut your e—"

A sudden pull at the back of his neck cut the thought short. Their teeth clashed—painful—but James didn’t have time to complain before Evan took over his mouth and kissed him back like it was a challenge, like he was pissed it hadn’t happened sooner.

It was hungry. Deep. Messy.

And James liked it. Liked it a lot.

They clung to each other like they were trying to bruise skin through fabric, desperate not to break the contact. Not that either of them wanted to.

James ended up in Evan’s lap, knees bracketing his thighs, fingers fisting in blond curls, as Evan kissed him like he was trying to map every inch of his mouth. Cold hands shoved under James’s hoodie, rough palms skating up his spine, and James shivered.

Merlin, he wanted—no, needed—

He pulled back just enough to gasp, "More."

Evan’s mouth was on his throat in seconds. "I want more, Rosier," James repeated, tugging his hair to meet his eyes.

Evan growled low in his throat but looked up, blue eyes dark and wild.

"Then we should go somewhere else."

"I’ve got the keys to the locker room," James replied without hesitation.

That got a proper smirk. "Finally, something useful about your captain status." Evan kissed him again, slower this time. "At least we’ll have walls to bounce off in there."

James stood, breath uneven. "And showers."

"Definitely better than pitching a tent out here.”

[lulublack90]

Prompt 20 - Vision

@jegulus-microfic March 20, Word count 666

Previous part First part

“Oh, what the ever loving?!” James was jolted awake by Sirius’s protestations. “Really? In my bed, really?!” 

“Shh, you’ll wake Reg,” James tried to hush his friend. 

“Good! Maybe then you’ll get out of my bed!”

“Oh, shut up, Sirius,” Regulus yawned and stretched in the most adorable way James had ever seen. 

Regulus rolled over and propped himself up on his elbows, the covers sliding down his bare chest and pooling in his lap. James thought he looked like a vision, felt a warmth spread through him as he thought about last night and how beautiful he looked then as well.“When was the last time you even slept in here?” Sirius let out a scoff and glared at his brother, his fists clenched by his sides. 

“It’s still my bed!” Sirius gritted out, red sparks flickering across his hands. James decided he needed to defuse the situation before the brothers ended up fighting again. 

“Sirius, it’s my fault. I’m sorry. How did last night go?” Sirius let out a sigh and slumped onto Remus’s bed. 

“Moony wasn’t happy about being locked up again. He spent most of the night pacing the walls and howling. Even Padfoot’s most playful moves couldn't distract him. Remus will be exhausted today,” 

“It was probably a good decision to lock him up as we had a few unexpected visitors last night,” James said, some of the anger he felt last night seeping into his words. Sirius cocked his head, waiting for him to go on. Regulus squirmed beside him. James put a hand on his thigh to stop him. “Barty Crouch caught Regulus with the mandrake leaves and put two and two together. He snuck out and found us in the forest, demanding he be included in the animagus training,” 

“Well, that’s not so bad. I mean he’s a total prat,” Sirius shrugged. “But if it keeps him quiet I don’t see what the problem is,” Regulus squirmed again and James tightened his grip. 

“He brought friends,” James gritted out. Sirius sat upright. 

“How many are we talking?” Regulus took one from James, answering Sirius’s question. 

“Evan Rosier, Dorcas Meadowes and Pandora Rosier,” Sirius flopped back onto the bed, his arm covering his eyes. 

“Right, that’s a lot,”

“That’s not all,” Regulus swallowed and looked at James, who nodded for him to go on. “James let it slip how many unregistered animagi there would be running around Hogwarts and Barty realised the numbers were off. He asked why there wouldn’t be nine of us just as Remus howled. It took him seconds to put the pieces together,”

“WHAT!” Sirius roared, bolting upright, his nostrils flaring as the red sparks returned, this time trailing across his entire body. 

“Sirius, calm down. There’s no point exploding now. We need to wait for Remus so we can discuss what happens next,” James said in his most soothing voice. Sirius’s shoulders slumped, and the sparks vanished as quickly as they had appeared. 

“Can you get out of my bed now?” he asked, his voice full of sadness and sounding weary. 

“Sure thing, Pads.” James looked around for his underwear, missing the moment Regulus threw the covers off himself and walked naked over to James’s empty bed. 

“Merlin's beard, Regulus! Do you have to?!” Sirius groaned, exasperatedly as he covered his eyes and turned away. 

“Yes,” Regulus replied, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he turned to look over his shoulder. “You coming, love? I feel like continuing on from last night,”

“Regulus Arcturus Black!” Sirius squawked in disbelief. 

“I’d recommend you cast your own silencing charm, dear brother,” Regulus smirked as James, sadly covered by his boxers, made his way over to his bed. “You too, Pettigrew,” James spun and caught a fish of Peter’s beet-red cheeks as he wrenched his curtains closed around his bed. James sighed and shook his head. What on Earth was he going to do with him? He clambered into the bed and kissed Regulus hard. 

Next part

[thedvilsinthedetails]

Rosekiller band au microfic!!!

hey guys, I wrote the first microfic in the lil series I’m doing, you can find the original idea for it here

ik I’d said I’d wait but I’m impatient hahaha

(some of the ppl that asked to be tagged if i ever wrote it: @always-reading @blu3stars @chaoticgaywitch @1284646imjusthere @depressedtheatrekiddo @idk-what-to-put-here-123)

anyway just wrote this pretty quickly so it might have some mistakes n stuff sorry abt that I don’t do grammar or punctuation anyway here you go, enjoy:

(EDIT: link to part 2)

••• Pink lipstick stains, cigarette butts

I lie in bed, I hate my guts

A day in the dark 

A muddled afternoon, yeah

Barty pressed his cheek close to Evan as they sang into the same microphone. He could feel the buzz of the music through the vibration of the stage below him. 

Oh baby darling how I long 

To become your suicide blonde

He ran a hand through Evan’s platinum curls as he sung the line. Evan leaned into it, eyes meeting Barty’s, grinning as he sung. 

To lie beside my Romeo

Oh what a wicked way to go

Evan’s fingers moved deftly on the guitar, he lifted a hand, twirled the pick in his hand before resuming immediately, he didn’t take his eyes off Barty the entire song. 

•••

“Ah fucking hell look at the comments Bee.”

Evan was sat at the base of the sofa, scrolling through the comments on a video of their performance last night. He held the phone up to Barty on the sofa, who squinted before taking it and reading it out to the room.

“Skittlefiend57 says ‘omg Blarty and Evan! I’m so gone 4 them u guys’”

“Blarty?”

Regulus raised an eyebrow.

“We’ve been getting my name wrong all these years guys. Wow that’s a crazy thing to discover at 23.”

“Bad spelling aside, there’s way more. And it’s not all good stuff.”

Evan said and Barty looked back down at the comments. 

“Barty and Evan are queerbaiting, they act so gay but they’re not dating. It’s all clearly faked to get attention. Fucking pathetic. Why thank you peenisonapizza. Glad to see you know us personally and can therefore speak on our behalf.”

“Don’t know why they’re obsessed with accusing a band with two trans guys of queer baiting.”

Evan pinched his furrowed brow and shook his head in disbelief.

“They don’t even care about the fucking music, just us and whether we’re dating or not.”

Barty laid down on the sofa, dropping one arm around Evan and resting his chin on Evan’s shoulder.

“Hey cheer up Rosie. They care about the music. There’s a few assholes but that’s a given. If they weren’t talking about us acting gay they’d be talking about whether my tattoos are real or fake.”

“Or some conspiracy theory that Reggie’s not actually lactose intolerant.” 

Pandora chipped in.

“I’m not lactose intolerant!”

Regulus replied indignantly.

“Is that you talking or your obsession with chocolate?”

Dorcas rolled her eyes as she spoke. Regulus avoided her gaze as he mumbled out a half hearted response.

“Remus got me hooked on Tony’s chocolonely.”

While the rest of the group squabbled Evan leaned his head back against Barty’s shoulder, he pulled out his phone.

***

Evan.Rosier✔️

Hey everyone, I’ve noticed there’s a lot of speculation about me and @Barty.Grouch.JR and I wanted to say that it’s none of your business, you can think what you like but please don’t ask us or spam comment sections with theories. As always thank u so much for listening to our music, the skittles luv u x

***

Evan breathed in and passed the phone to Barty.

“You think this is good?”

Barty read it over and nodded.

“You’ve been really nice about it too.”

Evan huffed out a laugh.

“I was normal about, not my fault you would have said something like-“

“Roses are red, violets are blue, you are a cunt and I hate you @peenisonapizza.”

Barty took a small bow, flourishing his hand dramatically. Evan turned around and flicked him in the leg, which only succeeded in making him laugh. 

 “Ok I’ve posted it.”

Evan clicked post and watched as the ‘likes’ number quickly began to climb.

“Now I’m just not gonna read the comments on that post.”

Evan huffed out a laugh and Barty patted his shoulder.

“Good on you Rosie. Now who wants to watch a movie?”

Evan clambered onto the sofa next to Barty who leaned against him immediately, head resting on his shoulder.

“Rosie.”

Barty whispered.

“Yeah Bee?”

“Give me your phone. Look we both know it will bother you all evening not reading those comments if you have your phone on you. Just- out of sight out of mind, I’ll give it back to you once the movie is over but you deserve to have an evening off.”

Barty’s eyes were wide, expression genuine as he spoke. Evan hesitated then reached in his pocket for his phone.

“Don’t spam it with photos alright?”

A smirk spread on Barty’s face quickly, eyes sparkling.

“I make no promises Ev.”

Evan rolled his eyes but handed the phone over. 

The movie was something Pandora had picked, something from the late 80s, a strange mix of fantasy, reality and meta theatre that Evan actually didn’t hate.

Still he drifted to sleep at some point watching it, the stress of the day had clearly gotten to him and something about the way the top of Barty’s head made for a great pillow probably didn’t help.

Either way he woke up to the feeling of Barty shaking him.

“Come on sleeping beauty, let’s get you to a real bed. Here’s your phone back.”

Evan rubbed his eyes and got up, stumbling to his room as thanked Barty in a half asleep murmur.

He got to his room and turned on his phone, wincing at the glaring brightness, turning it down quickly. He opened his photos app, just as he’d suspected his camera roll was filled with new photos.

He began to scroll through them. There was one of his friends, all waving at the camera. A zoomed in shot of Inigo Montoya‘s face on the TV screen from a funny angle. Himself, looking dumb, sleeping with his mouth slightly open. He scrolled to the next picture and stopped. Barty with that cheeky grin of his, curled up against Evan, flipping off the camera. Eyes twinkling in that way that always made Evan feel a little warmer, a little brighter. He fell asleep again dreaming of a body pressed against his in a hug, the hum of a movie no longer playing, soft hair tickling his face and mischief painted in big brown eyes. 

For info about the position they’re sat in (it’s clear in my mind but I’m not sure how clear it is in the description), the song that they are playing and the movie they watch, look below the read more:

Position they are in before Evan gets on the sofa, red is Evan, green is Barty - yes Barty is uncomfortable, yes he would sit like that anyway bc Barty will do fucking contortion to be able to hug Evan argue with a wall

Don’t question the drawing skills, I can’t draw and did it in a moving vehicle

the song is EVOL by MARINA

the movie is the princess bride suggested by the lovely @lulublack90 who u shld defo check out bc she’s rlly amazing at writing

(Oh also Evan and Reggie are both trans in this)

[psychoticallykind]

Jegumas Day Twenty-Four - The Night Before Christmas

576 words

@noblehouseofgay

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“You seem sad.”

“No,” Regulus denied. “Not sad.”

“No?” James leaned against the wall next to him. “Okay. What are you?”

“I’m,” Regulus paused, struggling to find the words. “I’m quiet.”

“You’re quiet?” James checked.

“Mmhm.” Regulus tapped gently against the wall, not sure how to explain. “I’m not - I’m not sad about anything. But I - I don't know.” He frowned. “It’s Christmas Eve.”

“Yes,” James replied. He sounded concerned. “It is Christmas Eve.”

“And I’ve never celebrated Christmas Eve before,” he admitted. “It - it wasn’t important in my house. We were supposed to be quiet so that they could focus on the important things for Christmas - the guest lists and such. So I know how to be quiet. I - I like being quiet, James.”

Regulus chanced looking at the other boy. “You aren’t quiet. It’s - here - it isn’t quiet. You have stories and cookies and music, and there’s this whole thing about it being the night before Christmas and I’m not used to any of it mattering. I’m not used to mattering - James, it’s loud here, everyone knows how to be loud and I don’t.”

James blinked, very obviously confused. “Are we being too loud for you? Do you need to hide in my room for a bit? Or yours, obviously.”

Regulus shook his head. “No, I - I have a room?”

“Of course,” James told him. “You’ve been staying in mine, but you have your own. It’s across from Remus’s.”

Regulus tried to process that, failed, and decided it was definitely a later problem. “Right. No, I don’t need to hide. I just don’t know how to stop being quiet, and I don’t think I really want to stop being quiet, but you guys aren’t quiet and I don’t want to ruin your evening.”

“Do you think it bothers us that you’re quiet?” James asked, voice colored with alarm. He stepped away from the wall, turning to face Regulus directly. “Reg, we love you however you are. If you like being quiet, then be quiet. It’s okay.”

Regulus met his eyes, heart pounding. “But none of you are quiet. Even Sirius isn’t like me, I - I don’t fit.”

“There is no one in the world like you,” James replied softly. “And that is not a bad thing. You’re quiet, and smart, and funny, and beautiful, and we are grateful to have you here. No one here wants you to be anything you’re not. I promise.”

Grateful.

Regulus swallowed hard, blinking away tears. “You said ‘we love you’.”

James nodded. “I did.”

“Did you - “ Regulus stopped, shaking his head. “Never mind. Thank you, James.”

“What were you going to say?”

Regulus took a deep breath. “Nothing important.”

James nodded, looking almost hesitant. “Hey, Reg?”

Hope flickered in his chest. “Yes?”

James took his hand, squeezing gently. “I love you.”

“You do?” Regulus asked, and immediately winced. “Merlin, sorry, that wasn’t a good reaction -”

“I do,” James interrupted, smiling. “I love you. I’m in love with you, just as you are.”

Regulus sucked in a breath, pulling his hand out of James’s so that he could wrap the other boy in a tight hug. “I love you, too.”

James hugged him just as tightly, and they stayed there for a bit.

It was safe, and quiet, and comforting in a way Regulus wasn’t used to yet.

But that was okay.

He would get there.

[floralembarrassment]

Bad Date (1/1) (jegulus)

Regulus was annoyed. He had been trying his best to get back out there and start dating again, but meeting people was hard these days.

He was mostly annoyed because after he spent a week and a half chatting, he finally went on a date with this person and it was awful. The ass turned out to be one of those "nice guys," talking down to Regulus all night and then he dared make fun when Regulus talked about Sirius and used all their pronouns.

This earned the man a drink in the face. Regulus wasn't annoyed about that part.

But it was now 10pm on a Friday and he wasn't about to sulk back home to his empty apartment.

Regulus walked towards his favourite bar, knowing full well he could get a few drinks and at the very least dance with someone for a bit of fun. He texted Barty and Evan who were happy to meet him there, the pair would be insufferable grinding on each other but at least they would make sure he had fun.

When he got there, he walked straight up to the bar and with his sultry voice got a drink right away from the bartender. The sweet man slid him over a shot as well that he downed before sipping his cocktail. He was cute but he didn't want to make a move with him, he wanted to be able to keep coming back here so the light banter was flirtatious enough.

Waiting for Barty and Evan, a man bumped into him from behind, nearly making Regulus spill his drink.

He turned and was about to tell him off, but the man was angel like, eyes of honey and skin glowing golden brown. Nothing came out of Regulus' mouth when he went to speak and he was lucky he didn't drool.

"I'm so sorry!" the man said fussing about, "did I make you spill? Please I'll get you another," he said putting his hand up for the bartender's attention.

"No it's fine, thanks," Regulus said placing his hand on man's arm to pull it down. Turning to him finally looking in his eyes, Regulus watched as the man caught his beauty. Regulus knew he was good looking, it was really the only the thing he liked about being a Black.

The man stuck his hand out, and spluttered. "J-jam-James. I'm James." He finally managed.

"Regulus," he replied taking James' hand. He didn't shake it but he didn't let go, just held it for a moment. Both of them enchanted.

"Do you- um do you want to dance?" James asked, and when Regulus nodded, James led him by their still clasped hands to the dance floor, Regulus finishing his drink on the way.

He knew it was a good idea to come here tonight.

[ch0k3herwithaseaview]

@jegulus-microfic | feb 13 street | words: 385

part 2

James has admired the way his parents loved each other as long as he can remember. How his dad brought fresh flowers for his mum every other day, how she read to him in the evenings, how they both acted like teenagers with their discreet touches. It was always the smallest gestures that showed the most in their case.

So, with that being the way he knew love, he tried really hard to give it in similar fashion. When Regulus had bad days, James could spend them in bed with his fiancé, cuddling with him and whispering sweet nothings to make him feel even a tiniest bit better. When Reggie was tired after work, there was always a hot bath and dinner ready for him. And when he achieved another milestone in his life, James was there every time to celebrate with him.

On the Saturday afternoon, after putting together new furniture for their kitchen, James popped open a bottle of white wine, the one they drank on one of those nights when they just started dating and had to hide from Sirius.

“To our flat” he said to Regulus, giving him a wineglass and clinking it with his own.

“To our flat” the black-haired man replied with small, adorable smile on his face.

They sat on the loggia with fond smiles on their faces, as the gentle noise of the street below created a subtle melody for them. While they drank the wine, Regulus started planning how would the next room look after renovating it.

“And there will be a big bookshelf, I’m sure we can find one on that flea market next to Pandora’s house. And I really want a green couch, it can be velvet or monolith, I don’t care as long as it’s green” he went on, playing with James’ fingers as the older man held him close to his chest.

He kissed Reggie’s hair and softly whispered to him “I would buy you every green couch there is, if it made you happy.”

His fiancé melted in his arms at that. He could feel the other man tightening the grip on his hand, before he turned to look James in the eye.

“You have no idea just how much I love you, Jamie.”

“You know,” he murmured “I think I can imagine it, love.”