Sirius Getting In Trouble And McGonagall Not Calling His Parents Because Sirius Was Disowned, But Also

james being a munch is cannon btw 🥰

regulus loves nothing more than james’s head between his thighs and curling his fingers in his hair.

ask - jegulus - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 620

“So. Who’re you all going to ask to the Ball?”

Regulus stared around the large group as Sirius’s question sank in. It had been strange that the two very opposite bunches of friends had collided, but what with Pandora and Lily, and Dorcas and Marlene both being couples, it had been a natural thing.

“I mean, it’s pretty obvious for most of us,” Dorcas replied, wrapping her arms around Marlene and grinning.

“Yes, I’m asking Pete,” Remus replied, grinning at Sirius’s affronted expression.

But it was James’s response that had Regulus’s stomach lurching. “I’m asking Regulus,” he said casually, ignoring the shocked looks from everyone, most of all Regulus.

-

It became a Thing. Every time the Ball was brought up, James mentioned that he was going to ask him. It was ‘Yes, when I ask Regulus…’ or ‘After Regulus agrees to go with me…’ or ‘Regulus and I…’ It was driving Regulus absolutely insane, because he knew that James was joking. He could tell from the twinkling in his eyes, the mischief in his smile.

But to Regulus, it hurt. Because Merlin, he wanted it to be real. And the fact that he wanted that was mortifying.

Every time James brought it up, it was like a stab to the ribs. A kick to the gut. He tried to smile and laugh with the rest, but he wanted to cry, which was the scariest feeling he’d ever felt in his life. He hated feeling anything, and sadness? Longing? No, it was terrifying.

-

One day, he snapped.

“So, I’ll pick up Reg at…maybe seven?” James was saying to Remus, who nodded along. “And then we’ll-”

“Stop!”

All eyes turned to him.

“Stop, James,” he mumbled, steeling himself to avoid the tears. “I know you’re not actually going to ask me, and it’s not funny anymore. I know the idea of someone fancying me is a joke to you, but you’re being a prick!”

And with that, he fled.

He assumed, of course, that the footsteps of the person following him belonged to Barty. But the hand that grabbed his shoulder was wider. Warmer.

“Regulus, please-”

“It’s fine, James,” he mumbled, still walking, trying to shake him off.

“Please listen.”

Annoyed, he turned. “What?” he demanded, gritting his teeth and giving James a death glare. “What do you want?”

The older boy looked as distraught as Regulus felt. “I want you to go to the Ball with me,” he answered softly. Regulus scoffed and began to turn but James continued. “No, really! I thought–I thought joking about it would like… get you used to the idea?” he smiled and shrugged self-consciously. “The idea that I fancy you, you know? That way, when I asked, you wouldn’t just…rip me to shreds on the spot.”

Regulus gaped. Could this really be genuine? His heart was hammering in his chest so loudly he could hardly hear James’s word.

“I get if you’re mad, it was kind of a shit move,” James said with another half-smile. “But..please don’t think I’d ever joke about you being…fanciable. Especially when I…Godric, I can’t even describe how much I fancy you,” he admitted, face turning pink.

Regulus swallowed, still shocked. “Well,” he breathed, trying not to shake, “unfortunately, the feeling is mutual,” he admitted with a frown.

It took James a moment to understand what he meant, and then he broke into a huge grin. “Y-yeah? So you’ll go with me to the Ball?”

But now, he’d regained some of his footing. “I never said that,” he replied lightly, smirking at the older boy. “You’ll have to see when I ask you.”

It was satisfying, he had to admit. Walking away and leaving a shocked, dazed-looking James Potter behind.

meanwhile regulus has extremely impure thoughts about james and will graphically describe them to evan

James has to stop himself every time he has an impure thought about Regulus because he feels so guilty and thinks he’s objectifying him

Reading fanfiction isn't enough I need to make out with Lily Evans

James, gardening: Hey, can you bring me the hoe?

Barty: Yeah, sure.

*A few minutes later*

Barty: Here you go.

James:

Barty:

Regulus: Why am I here?

decided to post a sketchbook spread of my new oc!!! he’s a cutie

god bless wolfstar

Distraction

Remus was going to fail. He could see it now—the giant red "D" or worse, a "T" staring up at him in McGonagall’s spidery handwriting, the disappointment heavy in his stomach. He groaned, rubbing his temples as he hunched over his Transfiguration textbook, eyes darting over the same sentence for the fifth time without absorbing a single word.

"Moony," came a familiar, honey-smooth voice from behind him. "Why are you studying when you could be kissing me?"

Remus sighed without looking up. "Because I have a test tomorrow, Sirius. Unlike you, I actually need to revise."

Sirius, a menace and, unfortunately, Remus’ incredibly distracting boyfriend, plopped himself onto the couch next to him. He leaned in, resting his chin on Remus’ shoulder. "You don’t need to revise," he murmured, lips brushing against Remus’ ear. "You’re the smartest bloke in this entire bloody castle."

Remus shivered but clenched his jaw. "Flattery won’t work. I need to concentrate."

Sirius made a wounded noise. "But what if I perish from lack of affection? What if I simply wither away? You’d regret it for the rest of your days."

"I think I could live with it."

"Cruel," Sirius whispered, tilting his head so that his lips barely grazed Remus’ jaw.

Remus tensed. "Sirius."

"Yes, my love?"

"Go away."

Sirius gasped dramatically, clutching his heart as if he’d been personally offended. Then, with the precision of someone who had perfected the art of seduction, he shifted, straddling the couch so that he was facing Remus directly. "Alright. Fine. I’ll go. But first—" He widened his stormy grey eyes, an expression so utterly, devastatingly puppy-like that Remus almost whimpered. "Just one kiss?"

Remus shut his eyes tightly. "You’re evil."

"A single kiss and I’ll leave you alone," Sirius promised, even as his hands settled on Remus’ waist.

Remus hesitated. He was strong. He was determined. He could resist. Except then Sirius bit his lip, tilting his head just so, and—

Remus caved.

The kiss was meant to be brief, but Sirius had a way of making time irrelevant. His fingers curled into Remus’ hair, tilting his head back as their lips moved together, slow and teasing, until Remus found himself gripping Sirius’ collar, pulling him impossibly closer. His textbook slid forgotten onto the floor as Sirius deepened the kiss, nipping at his lower lip before soothing it with his tongue.

By the time Remus remembered how to breathe, he was entirely boneless, his head resting against Sirius’s shoulder, mind blank in the most delicious way.

Sirius smirked triumphantly. "See? Much better than studying."

Remus groaned, shoving at his chest half-heartedly. "You’re an actual demon."

"A demon who loves you very much," Sirius corrected, pressing a final kiss to Remus’ temple. "Now, let’s go to bed. You can cram in the morning."

Remus didn’t cram. He failed the test spectacularly.

But when Sirius kissed him silly after, murmuring how proud he was anyway, Remus decided that it had been worth it.

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Writing or reading about something illegal does not mean the author nor the reader condones it, if that were true, you could never read a story involving anything negative

Purity culture is ruining fan culture and you all are fucking annoying

i don’t think anyone understands what i mean when i say i’m a yearner. i yearn like my life depends on it. i don’t think i’ve ever felt an emotion as strong as yearning. yearning final boss right here.