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Valentine -- Jegulus -- 381 Words

Regulus rolled his eyes at whatever nonsense Barty was on now.

Frankly, he hadn’t been listening for the past five minutes. Why?

Oh.

Because of fucking Potter.

He’d gotten a new haircut; it was fluffy and Regulus wanted to know what it felt like to touch. His glasses frames were different too. They used to be silver, but the new ones were gold.

And he wouldn’t stop smiling.

Regulus was going to kill him.

And–okay maybe Regulus was a little pissed that it was Valentine’s Day, and James had a giant stack of cards and chocolates next to his plate in the Great Hall, and all Regulus had gotten was a handmade card from Barty and a flower from Pandora. It was his own fault, really. He’d made it such a huge part of his personality that he did not do romance, or any of the idiotic fluffines surrounding it.

But… well…

James could’ve at least given him something.

It wasn’t until Regulus was sitting in the courtyard, reading a sappy romantic book Dorcas had given him when he felt a tap on his shoulder.

He squinted up, the sunlight blinding him for a moment before he could focus on James’ smile. The two things really weren’t that different. 

“Hi Reggie!” James said with that stupid grin, holding his hands behind his back.

“Potter.” Regulus said coolly. Of course he wanted James to talk to him. Of course he had no idea how to respond when he did.

“I got you something.” He singsonged, bouncing from foot to foot, his glasses sliding down his nose.

“Yes?” Regulus said, pretending to be irritated.

He finally moved his hands in front of him to reveal four or five sunflowers, tied together with a bright red bow.

Regulus was sure the flush in his cheeks was the same color. “Oh…”

“Do you like them?” James chewed his lip. Almost like he was nervous. James Potter was never nervous.

Regulus cautiously plucked the small bouquet from James’ hand. “Yes… Thank you.”

“I–er–I… You’re welcome.” He rushed out, before shoving his hands in his pockets and hurrying off.

Regulus waited until James was gone for sure to lean his nose into the petals. Oh… maybe romance isn’t that bad.

Oh fucking hell, Regulus would never recover from James Potter and the feelings he gave Regulus.

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Maybe… perhaps… us?

That’s the prompt

Do with that what you will

Us as in you and I or us as in a concept

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Owie

Shut Up and Drive - 812 words - NSFW ! ! !

Sirius was pouting. “Why can’t I drive, Moons? I’m a good driver. I got my muggle license and everything.”

Remus rolled his eyes, swinging the keys around his finger. “Because this is an expensive car and I don’t trust you.”

Sirius slid in through the driver’s side door, skirt hiking up as they slid to the passenger side. “But I’m an amazing driver!” “And I don’t fancy telling James after you crash his car.” He closed the door behind him and put the keys in the ignition. “Besides, it’s one night. You can drive some other time–put your damn skirt down.”

Sirius started to obey the command automatically before stopping, eyes lighting up like the fucking sun as Remus backed out of the parking spot. “Does it bother you, Moony?”

“No.” Remus grumbled. The full moon was close; Sirius could tell from the way Remus’ hands tightened around the steering wheel, how the hair on the back of his neck stood up. It was so–

“Sirius.” He snapped. “Put it down.”

“Am I distracting you, Remus?” Sirius batted their eyelashes, relishing in the way Remus’ jaw tightened.

“Sirius. I’m–can you just listen?” His voice cracked at the top, and Sirius’ grin widened.

They slid down in the seat, letting the skirt slide up higher. It was lilac and tulle, and they wore a white crop top with it that only revealed the slightest sliver of skin.

“You’re such a brat.” Remus grumbled, reaching over to put a hand on Sirius’ thigh, only to have his hand smacked away.

“You wanted to drive so bad.” Sirius twirled their hair. “Shut up and drive, Moony.”

“Sirius–”

“I said, shut up and drive.”

Oh, Sirius was in so much trouble for this later. They could tell by the way the vein in Remus’ neck bulged–among other things.

“Sirius–I’m going to kill you.” He hissed as Sirius squirmed to sit on one knee, tying their hair behind their head with a purple ribbon.

“I know, aren’t I just the worst person you ever did see?”

Remus made a grumbly noise deep in his throat that turned Sirius on more than they’d care to admit.

“I’m pulling over.”

“Wh–What?” Sirius’ voice cracked. “We aren’t home yet. We’re in the middle of nowhere!”

“Well, you should’ve thought of that sooner.” Remus pulled off the side of the road, easing the car into the grass. The ignition was barely turned off before Sirius was yanked forward with a yelp.

“You’re–so–annoying.” Remus tugged the bow out of Sirius’ hair with a tug, before wrapping it around their wrists, tugging them behind their back.

“Oh. So… there’s no getting out of trouble?” Sirius asked sheepishly.

“Remember the safeword?” Remus asked, tightening the knot.

“Mhm.”

“Other than that, no, no other way out.”

Sirius accepted their fate as they were shoved on their stomach on the seat with a thud. “Rude.” They grumbled, yelping when Remus smacked their ass, reprimanding.

“You’re a little bloody shit.” He spat, shoving Sirius’ skirt up and their underwear down.

“I’m sorry, Moony.” They mumbled into the cool leather of the seat.

“You’re just sorry because you’re in trouble.”

“Yeah.”

Another smack, this time to their bare ass, and Sirius jolted. “Ow!”

“Hush. You know you deserve this.”

Sirius pressed their cheek into the seat. Well… yeah, they did.

They whined as he felt one of Remus’ fingers working inside of them, then another. “Remus…” They whimpered, admittedly so very weak for Remus’ hands.

“No.” Remus gave another resounding smack that made a second whimper slip out.

“I’ll–I’m so good–I’ll be so good–I’m–I’m so–Remus–”

“Shh.” Remus soothed, the soft noise of his trousers coming unzipped.

The leather squeaked softly as Remus positioned himself over Sirius, sliding in quickly enough to make Sirius cry out and bite their tongue.

His pace was ruthless and unforgiving, the only soothing thing being the occasional whispers of, “Good girl. You’re being so good.” which was frankly enough to make Sirius see stars.

If Sirius saw stars before they came, he saw a whole galaxy when they finally did.

The noise that escaped them didn’t even sound human to his own ears, something raw and untamed about it as they reached their climax and Remus worked them slowly down.

“James is going to kill us.” Remus snorted, slipping Sirius’ lacy white underwear back on.

“Why…” they mumbled, fucked out and spacey.

“Because you made a mess all over his seat.”

“... Oh. Shit, sorry.” he squirmed to shit up–as much as one can when they can barely feel their legs.

“Not my car, pretty girl.” He kissed their head. “And you did so well. Never tease me like that when I’m driving again.”

Sirius grinned that stupid broad grin of theirs as Remus tugged the ribbon wrapped around his wrists off, and they both knew that rule wouldn’t be followed.

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Quidditch Pitch - Wolfstar - 577 words - NSFW ! ! !

Sirius was flying high above the quidditch pitch, seeing the other players zoom below, trying to catch a glimpse of gold amongst the chaos. If he looked close enough, he could see Marlene’s spiky blonde hair sticking out of her helmet, and he could hear Peter commentating over cheers and boos.

He squinted into the crowd, admittedly trying to find a glimpse of sandy brown, probably not even paying attention, his nose in a book.

The sensation started so softly Sirius was too distracted to feel it, but–there it was. A low buzzing from the broom between his thighs.

Oh well that–wasn’t normal. Sirius whipped around, leaning back a little, which was a mistake, because the vibrations picked up the moment the broom pressed harder to the front of his trousers.

Of fucking course, he saw Remus then, grinning up at Sirius like the little shit he was. Sirius was going to kill him, he was going to absolutely–

His thoughts were cut off by the buzzing increasing tenfold, Sirius grunting and leaning forward, trying desperately to hide how flushed his face was getting. His trousers were getting uncomfortably tight, and he couldn’t exactly move.

Fine, fine I’ll just find the bloody snitch and get this over w–oh fuck.

Sirius was glad he was so high up, so no one would hear his undignified whimper. He was shaking, every shift on the broom doing nothing but heightening the sensation.

He whipped his head around, any strategy forgotten immediately, He had to get the snitch now, and he would–

What? Win, land, celebrate and try desperately to avoid how the fuck he got a boner from just sitting there?

He looked at Remus desperately, unable to do anything but give into the sensation, grinding ever so slightly because oh gods, it feels so fucking good.

He felt stupid, and this was bloody humiliating, and… 

And that little bastard.

Sirius wasn’t getting reprieve until he finished.

Moony this is unfair. He wanted to complain as another whimper left his mouth.

He dropped his head and moaned softly, shifting on the broom again, sweat trailing down his temple.

He could feel his stomach tightening, and oh merlin, he was going to cum all in his trousers, on his broom, during a bloody game. He would never forgive Remus for this.

Well

That’s actually a lie considering how much he wanted Remus on top of him in the privacy of their dorm, but Remus didn’t need to know that.

The noise that escaped Sirius as he climaxed was nothing meant for outside of their room, that was for sure. He looked up, panting after the vibration finally stopped. No one noticed, no one noticed, everyone was still playing, Gryffindor was ten points down from Ravenclaw

.And–the fucking snitch was right in front of his face.

He lurched forward–almost falling–and caught it in the palm of his hand.

Cheers erupted in the pitch as he flew to the ground, knees almost giving out as he landed. He stumbled forward and landed directly in Remus’ arms.

“You’re evil.” He whined into Remus’ chest, fisting his jumper.

“Am I? You really did seem to enjoy yourself.”

“Remus!”

“Fine fine, I’m sorry.” He laughed, not apologetic at all. “Instead let’s go back to the dorm and I’ll clean you up?”

Sirius nodded weakly, having to lean on Remus for support. “Okay, Moony.” He mumbled, turning his head into Remus’ side and nuzzling his face there.

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Morning - Jegulus - 282 Words

Regulus woke softly in the early morning, eyelids heavy, eyes stinging from the mascara smeared across his eyes.

The dorm was… quiet. He couldn’t hear Barty’s soft snores, or Evan sniffing every five seconds because of his bloody sinus problems.

And there was sunlight streaming across his face.

Wait.

His head snapped up. Oh. Right.

He fell asleep with James.

Regulus fell back into the pillows and rubbed his eyes again. He glanced over at the next bed, seeing Sirius and Remus intertwined so much he couldn’t really tell where one ended and the other began. Barty and Evan slept like that a lot.

Regulus thought it was rather obnoxious.

Oh. Well he was a hypocrite.

James’ arm was slung around his waist tightly, preventing Regulus from raising up more than a few inches.

Regulus slowly trailed his gaze from James’ arm to his face and that was simply unfair. James looked much too beautiful asleep. His lips slightly parted, his lashes against his cheeks, his glasses tossed to the side on the nightstand.

His hand moved of its own accord, trailing up James’ arm, feeling the dip in his collar bone, tracing his jaw, his brows, his cheekbones, his lips… 

Regulus could stand to wake up like this every morning.

James’ eyelashes started to flutter, and Regulus immediately dropped his hand, heart shooting up to his throat.

“I–I’m sorry, did I wake you? I didn’t mean–”

James just groaned softly and pulled Regulus closer. “Morning, love.” He mumbled, voice deep from just waking up, and pressed a kiss behind Regulus’ ear.

“Morning…” Regulus’ heart slowly settled back down.

Oh Merlin, he thought, please let me wake up like this every morning.

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Shut Up and Dance - Jegulus - 311 words

James rolled his eyes as Sirius and Remus drunkenly slipped into the club bathroom, giggling. They were certainly quick to leave him and Peter to their own devices once they got enough alcohol in their system.

James’ eyes darted back to the flash of emerald on the dance floor. As if he hadn’t been watching all night. Regulus dancing with his two best friends in a backless green dress and matching converse. He was breathtaking. The grace he had, even when as drunk as his brother, was exceptionally beautiful.

James was much too lost thinking about how his skin might feel under James’ hands when Peter elbowed him sharply.

“Ow! Pete, what the–”

At some point, Regulus had crossed the dance floor and was standing in front of him, arms crossed.

“You’re staring at me.”

“Sorry.” Was all James could manage. God, he’s so beautiful–

Regulus hooked an arm under James’ and pulled him back towards the dance floor. Peter wolf whistled behind them, and when James turned to glare, Regulus gave a sharp tug on his arm.

“Don’t look at him. Look at me.”

“Sorry, I was just–he just–I didn’t mean–” Oh, James was so fumbling right now.

Regulus rolled his eyes, moving James’ hands to his waist. “Shut up and dance with me.”

James didn’t need further instruction. He spun Regulus around, quietly thinking, I want to marry you someday.

Regulus was moving gracefully, as always, but he wasn’t putting in near the effort he was with Barty and Evan.

Once he was pulled back into James’ chest, James leaned down to whisper, “You’re holding back, love.”

Regulus glared, the murderous look only serving to make James fall farther. “Shut up.”

James grinned and spun him around again, catching him and dipping him down, making him splutter, flustered and frustrated.

Oh yeah. I’m so going to marry you someday.

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AAAAAAAAAA TY

Shut Up and Drive - 812 words - @wolfstarmicrofic - NSFW ! ! !

Sirius was pouting. “Why can’t I drive, Moons? I’m a good driver. I got my muggle license and everything.”

Remus rolled his eyes, swinging the keys around his finger. “Because this is an expensive car and I don’t trust you.”

Sirius slid in through the driver’s side door, skirt hiking up as they slid to the passenger side. “But I’m an amazing driver!” “And I don’t fancy telling James after you crash his car.” He closed the door behind him and put the keys in the ignition. “Besides, it’s one night. You can drive some other time–put your damn skirt down.”

Sirius started to obey the command automatically before stopping, eyes lighting up like the fucking sun as Remus backed out of the parking spot. “Does it bother you, Moony?”

“No.” Remus grumbled. The full moon was close; Sirius could tell from the way Remus’ hands tightened around the steering wheel, how the hair on the back of his neck stood up. It was so–

“Sirius.” He snapped. “Put it down.”

“Am I distracting you, Remus?” Sirius batted their eyelashes, relishing in the way Remus’ jaw tightened.

“Sirius. I’m–can you just listen?” His voice cracked at the top, and Sirius’ grin widened.

They slid down in the seat, letting the skirt slide up higher. It was lilac and tulle, and they wore a white crop top with it that only revealed the slightest sliver of skin.

“You’re such a brat.” Remus grumbled, reaching over to put a hand on Sirius’ thigh, only to have his hand smacked away.

“You wanted to drive so bad.” Sirius twirled their hair. “Shut up and drive, Moony.”

“Sirius–”

“I said, shut up and drive.”

Oh, Sirius was in so much trouble for this later. They could tell by the way the vein in Remus’ neck bulged–among other things.

“Sirius–I’m going to kill you.” He hissed as Sirius squirmed to sit on one knee, tying their hair behind their head with a purple ribbon.

“I know, aren’t I just the worst person you ever did see?”

Remus made a grumbly noise deep in his throat that turned Sirius on more than they’d care to admit.

“I’m pulling over.”

“Wh–What?” Sirius’ voice cracked. “We aren’t home yet. We’re in the middle of nowhere!”

“Well, you should’ve thought of that sooner.” Remus pulled off the side of the road, easing the car into the grass. The ignition was barely turned off before Sirius was yanked forward with a yelp.

“You’re–so–annoying.” Remus tugged the bow out of Sirius’ hair with a tug, before wrapping it around their wrists, tugging them behind their back.

“Oh. So… there’s no getting out of trouble?” Sirius asked sheepishly.

“Remember the safeword?” Remus asked, tightening the knot.

“Mhm.”

“Other than that, no, no other way out.”

Sirius accepted their fate as they were shoved on their stomach on the seat with a thud. “Rude.” They grumbled, yelping when Remus smacked their ass, reprimanding.

“You’re a little bloody shit.” He spat, shoving Sirius’ skirt up and their underwear down.

“I’m sorry, Moony.” They mumbled into the cool leather of the seat.

“You’re just sorry because you’re in trouble.”

“Yeah.”

Another smack, this time to their bare ass, and Sirius jolted. “Ow!”

“Hush. You know you deserve this.”

Sirius pressed their cheek into the seat. Well… yeah, they did.

They whined as he felt one of Remus’ fingers working inside of them, then another. “Remus…” They whimpered, admittedly so very weak for Remus’ hands.

“No.” Remus gave another resounding smack that made a second whimper slip out.

“I’ll–I’m so good–I’ll be so good–I’m–I’m so–Remus–”

“Shh.” Remus soothed, the soft noise of his trousers coming unzipped.

The leather squeaked softly as Remus positioned himself over Sirius, sliding in quickly enough to make Sirius cry out and bite their tongue.

His pace was ruthless and unforgiving, the only soothing thing being the occasional whispers of, “Good girl. You’re being so good.” which was frankly enough to make Sirius see stars.

If Sirius saw stars before they came, he saw a whole galaxy when they finally did.

The noise that escaped them didn’t even sound human to his own ears, something raw and untamed about it as they reached their climax and Remus worked them slowly down.

“James is going to kill us.” Remus snorted, slipping Sirius’ lacy white underwear back on.

“Why…” they mumbled, fucked out and spacey.

“Because you made a mess all over his seat.”

“... Oh. Shit, sorry.” he squirmed to shit up–as much as one can when they can barely feel their legs.

“Not my car, pretty girl.” He kissed their head. “And you did so well. Never tease me like that when I’m driving again.”

Sirius grinned that stupid broad grin of theirs as Remus tugged the ribbon wrapped around his wrists off, and they both knew that rule wouldn’t be followed.

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Yesterday, I saw three guys on the bus. One was a bit shorter, another was taller and wore glasses, and the third was this gorgeous, pretty boy wearing earrings. I was like Where’s Remus?

Then the pretty boy got a call and started getting shouted at for being late. The whole thing felt like I was watching a Marauders scene play out in real life.

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Shut Up and Drive - 812 words - NSFW ! ! !

Sirius was pouting. “Why can’t I drive, Moons? I’m a good driver. I got my muggle license and everything.”

Remus rolled his eyes, swinging the keys around his finger. “Because this is an expensive car and I don’t trust you.”

Sirius slid in through the driver’s side door, skirt hiking up as they slid to the passenger side. “But I’m an amazing driver!” “And I don’t fancy telling James after you crash his car.” He closed the door behind him and put the keys in the ignition. “Besides, it’s one night. You can drive some other time–put your damn skirt down.”

Sirius started to obey the command automatically before stopping, eyes lighting up like the fucking sun as Remus backed out of the parking spot. “Does it bother you, Moony?”

“No.” Remus grumbled. The full moon was close; Sirius could tell from the way Remus’ hands tightened around the steering wheel, how the hair on the back of his neck stood up. It was so–

“Sirius.” He snapped. “Put it down.”

“Am I distracting you, Remus?” Sirius batted their eyelashes, relishing in the way Remus’ jaw tightened.

“Sirius. I’m–can you just listen?” His voice cracked at the top, and Sirius’ grin widened.

They slid down in the seat, letting the skirt slide up higher. It was lilac and tulle, and they wore a white crop top with it that only revealed the slightest sliver of skin.

“You’re such a brat.” Remus grumbled, reaching over to put a hand on Sirius’ thigh, only to have his hand smacked away.

“You wanted to drive so bad.” Sirius twirled their hair. “Shut up and drive, Moony.”

“Sirius–”

“I said, shut up and drive.”

Oh, Sirius was in so much trouble for this later. They could tell by the way the vein in Remus’ neck bulged–among other things.

“Sirius–I’m going to kill you.” He hissed as Sirius squirmed to sit on one knee, tying their hair behind their head with a purple ribbon.

“I know, aren’t I just the worst person you ever did see?”

Remus made a grumbly noise deep in his throat that turned Sirius on more than they’d care to admit.

“I’m pulling over.”

“Wh–What?” Sirius’ voice cracked. “We aren’t home yet. We’re in the middle of nowhere!”

“Well, you should’ve thought of that sooner.” Remus pulled off the side of the road, easing the car into the grass. The ignition was barely turned off before Sirius was yanked forward with a yelp.

“You’re–so–annoying.” Remus tugged the bow out of Sirius’ hair with a tug, before wrapping it around their wrists, tugging them behind their back.

“Oh. So… there’s no getting out of trouble?” Sirius asked sheepishly.

“Remember the safeword?” Remus asked, tightening the knot.

“Mhm.”

“Other than that, no, no other way out.”

Sirius accepted their fate as they were shoved on their stomach on the seat with a thud. “Rude.” They grumbled, yelping when Remus smacked their ass, reprimanding.

“You’re a little bloody shit.” He spat, shoving Sirius’ skirt up and their underwear down.

“I’m sorry, Moony.” They mumbled into the cool leather of the seat.

“You’re just sorry because you’re in trouble.”

“Yeah.”

Another smack, this time to their bare ass, and Sirius jolted. “Ow!”

“Hush. You know you deserve this.”

Sirius pressed their cheek into the seat. Well… yeah, they did.

They whined as he felt one of Remus’ fingers working inside of them, then another. “Remus…” They whimpered, admittedly so very weak for Remus’ hands.

“No.” Remus gave another resounding smack that made a second whimper slip out.

“I’ll–I’m so good–I’ll be so good–I’m–I’m so–Remus–”

“Shh.” Remus soothed, the soft noise of his trousers coming unzipped.

The leather squeaked softly as Remus positioned himself over Sirius, sliding in quickly enough to make Sirius cry out and bite their tongue.

His pace was ruthless and unforgiving, the only soothing thing being the occasional whispers of, “Good girl. You’re being so good.” which was frankly enough to make Sirius see stars.

If Sirius saw stars before they came, he saw a whole galaxy when they finally did.

The noise that escaped them didn’t even sound human to his own ears, something raw and untamed about it as they reached their climax and Remus worked them slowly down.

“James is going to kill us.” Remus snorted, slipping Sirius’ lacy white underwear back on.

“Why…” they mumbled, fucked out and spacey.

“Because you made a mess all over his seat.”

“... Oh. Shit, sorry.” he squirmed to shit up–as much as one can when they can barely feel their legs.

“Not my car, pretty girl.” He kissed their head. “And you did so well. Never tease me like that when I’m driving again.”

Sirius grinned that stupid broad grin of theirs as Remus tugged the ribbon wrapped around his wrists off, and they both knew that rule wouldn’t be followed.

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how am i literally just now finding this account, i feel so dumb

You're just a silly goose, Elle

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Heh

Little Lion Man - Bartylus - 347 words

A gentle knock startled Regulus from his thoughts. “Who is it?” He called, fumbling to shove the locket into his shirt.

“It’s me, Reg.” Barty’s voice, uncharacteristically soft, filtered through the door.

“Oh…” Regulus dropped his hand. “Come in.”

Barty slipped inside and closed the door tightly behind him. “Hey, little lion.” He kneeled in front of the edge of the bed where Regulus sat, taking Regulus’ hands in his own. “You look ill.”

“Thanks.” Regulus forced a smile, as if he didn’t feel tired right down to his bones.

Barty pressed his lips together and stood back up, fiddling with the muggle radio on Regulus’ nightstand until gentle music started to play.

He smiled at Regulus, reaching around his neck to unclasp the locket hanging in front of Regulus' chest, gently shaking his head when Regulus tried to smack his hands away and keep it on.

He tossed it aside on the bed, and Regulus felt a heavy weight lifted off his shoulders as Barty pulled him to his feet.

Regulus squirmed a little as Barty wrapped a hand around his waist, but Barty shushed him. “You need to have some fun, you know. You’ve lost that light in your eyes, little lion.”

“I…” Regulus’ eyes burned when he met Barty’s knowing gaze. “I’m tired, Barty.” “I know, Reggie.” He murmured, nosing into Regulus’ neck softly as they swayed to the music. “You’re brave, little lion. Braver than the lot of us.”

“I’m not.” He choked as Barty spun him around easily. “If I was, I would’ve left with him.”

“Mm-mm.” He spun himself, ducking under Regulus’ arm. “He was brave for leaving. You were braver for staying.”

“You’re biased.” He grumbled, nuzzling into Barty’ shoulder.

“Maybe a little. You’re brave, Regulus. You are.” He kissed his neck softly, Regulus shuddering into the touch.

“Take a load off for a little bit.” He dipped Regulus down, making him laugh aloud.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“You’re smiling again though.” He grinned.

“Fuck you.” Regulus giggled as Barty spun him around again, forgetting everything, even if just for the moment.

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Little Lion Man - Bartylus - 347 words

A gentle knock startled Regulus from his thoughts. “Who is it?” He called, fumbling to shove the locket into his shirt.

“It’s me, Reg.” Barty’s voice, uncharacteristically soft, filtered through the door.

“Oh…” Regulus dropped his hand. “Come in.”

Barty slipped inside and closed the door tightly behind him. “Hey, little lion.” He kneeled in front of the edge of the bed where Regulus sat, taking Regulus’ hands in his own. “You look ill.”

“Thanks.” Regulus forced a smile, as if he didn’t feel tired right down to his bones.

Barty pressed his lips together and stood back up, fiddling with the muggle radio on Regulus’ nightstand until gentle music started to play.

He smiled at Regulus, reaching around his neck to unclasp the locket hanging in front of Regulus' chest, gently shaking his head when Regulus tried to smack his hands away and keep it on.

He tossed it aside on the bed, and Regulus felt a heavy weight lifted off his shoulders as Barty pulled him to his feet.

Regulus squirmed a little as Barty wrapped a hand around his waist, but Barty shushed him. “You need to have some fun, you know. You’ve lost that light in your eyes, little lion.”

“I…” Regulus’ eyes burned when he met Barty’s knowing gaze. “I’m tired, Barty.” “I know, Reggie.” He murmured, nosing into Regulus’ neck softly as they swayed to the music. “You’re brave, little lion. Braver than the lot of us.”

“I’m not.” He choked as Barty spun him around easily. “If I was, I would’ve left with him.”

“Mm-mm.” He spun himself, ducking under Regulus’ arm. “He was brave for leaving. You were braver for staying.”

“You’re biased.” He grumbled, nuzzling into Barty’ shoulder.

“Maybe a little. You’re brave, Regulus. You are.” He kissed his neck softly, Regulus shuddering into the touch.

“Take a load off for a little bit.” He dipped Regulus down, making him laugh aloud.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“You’re smiling again though.” He grinned.

“Fuck you.” Regulus giggled as Barty spun him around again, forgetting everything, even if just for the moment.

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James: How's the prettiest person at Hogwarts doing?

Regulus: I don't know, how are you?

James, flustered: I-

Sirius , from across the room: I'M DOING GREAT, THANKS!

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25 Days of Jegumas - @noblehouseofgay - Family Gathering - 443 Words

Regulus bit his lip as he looked in the mirror in the Potter’s foyer. He looked pretty, he knew that. In the green turtleneck Effie made for him, his black skinny jeans, and the light eyeliner ringing his eyes, he knew people would look.

He’d had dinner with the Potters a million times before. Sure, he was still awkward, but why was he so nervous about tonight?

Well, he’d never had dinner with them on Christmas Eve. That was a much bigger deal.

Regulus peeked into the living room. Sirius and Remus were snuggled in the corner of the sofa, barely an inch between their lips as they murmured to each other. Repulsive. It made Regulus too happy for his brother for his own good.

Peter was playing chess with Lily on the rug, both splayed across it, brows furrowed in frustration. Mary and Dorcas were braiding each other’s hair as Marlene kept her head in Dorcas’ lap, talking rather animatedly. Barty and Evan were rather disrespectfully intertwined on the couch, but they weren’t doing anything–for once. Pandora was whispering chess tips to Lily.

Regulus’ family. At least, the people that he considered family, minus Effie and Monty, who were busy in the kitchen.

And James.

Oh. James.

He whipped around to see his boyfriend grinning at him, hands shoved in his pockets. His arms shouldn’t look that good in his Gryffindor jumper.

“Lurking, Reggie?” James said, far too pleased with himself at sneaking up on Regulus. The boy scowled.

“Not… lurking, per se.” “Oh? And what would you call it?”

“I would… call it… uh…” James laughed, that beautiful sunshine-y laugh, and pulled Regulus closer by the waist, which he didn’t object to at all.

“It’s scary.” Regulus mumbled. “Why?” James chuckled again, lifting Regulus from the ground and wrapping Regulus’ legs around his waist. Regulus loved to be carried far too much. “These are all people you know.” “It’s different!” Regulus whined, though he knew he was in the wrong. James smiled and shook his head, sitting on the stairs and pulling Regulus into his lap. “It’s not. It’s just dinner.” “But Christmas is different…”

“Nope.” James squeezed his waist to make him squirm. “I don’t have fun memories and stuff to talk about when you guys do.” Regulus mumbled. Something that had been on the back of his mind for a while.

“Oh… Regulus that doesn’t matter. We’re your family now. You can make new memories.” Regulus looked thoroughly unconvinced, but that just made James laugh. 

“I promise.” James held out a crooked pinky. Damn James and his stupid childhood gestures. 

Regulus linked pinkies with him. “You better mean it.”

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25 Days of Jegumas - @noblehouseofgay - Santa Claus - 332 Words

Regulus smiled as Harry tiredly buried his little face in James’ neck. The line for the mall santa was so long, but James insisted. 

“But we aren’t even muggles!” Regulus had objected.

“Mum took me when I was a kid! It’s a formative experience!”

Regulus had conceded eventually, thinking the mall line would be twenty minutes at most. But no, they’d been here for an hour, and they still had a few snotty kids in front of them.

Regulus scowled. “This wait is ridiculous.  We could be Christmas shopping, but we’re waiting for Harry to sit on an old man’s lap.”

James rolled his eyes, bouncing his half asleep son in his arms. “I know, Regulus, you think this whole thing is ridiculous.”

“Well isn’t the whole thing that Santa’s elves take the whole year making toys for kids? Why does he need to tell Santa? Wouldn’t he already know?”

James elbowed him, and Regulus glared. “Don’t ruin the magic, Regulus. It’s all for fun.”

“It’s illogical.” Regulus mumbled, putting his head on James’ shoulder. James smiled and kissed the top of his head. 

“You’re just grumpy.” He teased, kissing the wrinkle between Regulus’ brows when he scowled. “Have you eaten today?”

Regulus grimaced and James poked him in the side, where he knew it made his husband squirm.

“No wonder you’re so grumpy. You just need to eat. We’ll go eat after this, okay?”

Regulus sighed and nodded. 

It took another ten minutes for Harry to be able to giggle and run up to climb into “Santa’s” lap. James pulled Regulus into a quick kiss before pulling him around to wait.

Harry was done a few minutes later and jumped into Regulus’ arm, giggling, his toddler energy returning full force after his nap in James’ arms. Regulus laughed as Harry squirmed in his arms happily.

James hooked an arm around his waist. “Weren’t those little giggles worth the wait?” He teased. 

Regulus scowled and didn’t answer, knowing the answer was yes.

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25 Days of Jegumas - @noblehouseofgay - Xmas Cards - 317 Words

Sprawled on the floor, covered in glitter and stickers, Regulus must’ve been a sight to behold. 

He was, apparently, because as soon as his brother walked in he started laughing.

“Reggie, what’re you doing?” He asked between childish giggles, plopping down on the floor beside Regulus.

The eleven year old scowled, tearing a snowman sticker off his shirt. “I’m making Christmas cards!” “It looks like you’re making yourself into a Christmas card. Where’d you get stickers anyway?”

“Narcissa.” He shrugged, fumbling with his father’s fancy quill, which he’d stolen from his office to have something to write with.

“Who’s this one for?” Sirius asked, peering at the one rimmed in glitter with snowflake stickers covering almost every inch. 

“James.” He said simply, not noticing the snowflake he’d gotten stuck on his cheek.

“James… Potter?” He asked with an arched eyebrow. “My best friend James?”

He nodded quickly. “Yeah, I thought he’d like it.” Sirius was quiet for a moment before nodding in agreement. “Pass me the cardstock, I’ll make one for Remus.”

Regulus pushed the stack towards Sirius before messily scribbling out a message on the card. “Happy Christmas, James! I hope you get lots of presents!”

Sirius had his tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth as he tried to center a snowman on his own card. “Why’re you making one for James specifically?” he asked, not breaking his concentration.

“I dunno.” The younger brother shrugged. “I made some for my friends too. I just saved James for last.” “Why?”

Regulus hesitated and then shrugged. “Don’t know. It just felt right.”

“Saving the best for last and all?” The twelve year old stuck the sticker down and smoothed it firmly. “I prefer doing the best first, but you do you.”

“I will.” Regulus said with a very fake pout.

“Good.” Sirius kissed the top of his brother’s head before returning to his meticulous work.