Regulus laughs against his lips, low and mocking, nails scraping along James’s jaw. “Knew you’d come running the second I called.” James doesn’t answer, just fists a hand in Regulus’s shirt and pulls him closer, swallowing whatever cruel remark he was about to make. Because that’s what this is, isn’t it? They don’t talk. They take. They ruin. Because Regulus is a sickness James can’t shake, and James is the worst kind of addiction—one that feels good enough to make you ignore how much it’s destroying you.
prompt #46 "Sirius is showing Regulus’ baby pictures to James and Reg is MORTIFIED" for the @marauderswithpalestineproject !! 🍉
thank you @kat-m-toast for the donation (and the prompt, which was just SO up my alley, i loved it) and also thanks to everyone else who donated and participted! 💕
and as a bonus a little closer look at those baby picture :)
i can’t believe i started reading tgk when 22 chapters were posted and everyone (myself included) thought james was gone for good and now he’s slapping reg’s ass, that’s hilarious
i just feel like no matter what the circumstances are or what universe they’re in, james potter is the type of man to slap regulus on the ass
For @maladaptivewriting
From your prompt
Word count: 800, mature, slight nsfw?
James stepped into the room of requirement, closing the door softly behind him. He wasn't sure when Regulus would get there. They both had agreed that the room should be a place of comfort for them both, a neutral area. The room was simple, decorated in greens, reds, silver, and gold. A mix of them both. A bed that could fit three people on the right side, a fireplace on the left, and a small sofa in front of it.
James sat down on the sofa, the fireplace already lit and emitting a warm glow. He didn't have to wait long before he heard a small click, then Regulus was walking through the door. The boy looked around the room, a grin on his face when he spotted James.
“Hi,” Regulus said softly, sitting down next to James.
James beamed, “Hello Lovely”. He reached out his arms, a welcoming gesture. Regulus crawled into James lap, winding his arms around the other’s neck, playing with his unruly hair. James' arms wrapped around Regulus’ waist, pulling him close.
James leaned forward, kissing Regulus’ lips, a soft movement. Regulus responded by kissing him back with more fervour, more passion. James could feel Regulus pulling on the hairs at the nape of his neck, he groaned when Regulus tugged especially hard. James moved his arms tighter, pulling him flush with Reg's chest, the smaller man gasped at the motion.
Regulus paused and pulled back a little, “James?” He asked
James nodded, silently telling Regulus to continue.
“Do you think we can,” Regulus swallowed, nervous about something.
“What is it, love?” James implored.
Regulus' thought of how to phrase his words. “Can we.. spend the night together ?”
James smiled wide, “You want to sleep with me?” He asked excitedly. Regulus blushed and nodded, looking into James' eyes for an answer. “Of course, I do too.” James answered.
Regulus slid off James lap and stood up, tilting his bed in the direction of the bed. James hopped up, following Regulus.
Reg stood in front of the bed, facing James, and started unbuttoning his trousers. James’ body lit up with nervous excitement. He watched carefully as Regulus’ graceful hands teasingly undid button after button. He practically bounced up and down.
James’ eyes followed Regulus' as he slid his trousers over his hips, “Yippie!” he says without thinking and while clapping his hands. Regulus dropped the trousers around his ankles.
Regulus’ face deadpans. He looks up like he can't decide whether to be mad or to laugh. James attempts to stifle his laughter behind his hand. Regulus just falls back against the bed, sighing.
“Sorry my love” James chuckles, giving in and walking over to the bed.
Regulus holds a hand up, a singular finger pointing in the direction of the door. “Nope,” he says trying to stop from laughing “just, just go.”
“But baby..” James whines, leaning over Regulus' to press kisses to his clothes chest, then another on his lower stomach, and another just above his boxers.
Regulus sighs, closing his eyes. “I guess you could stay.” He reached a hand to brush through James curls. James kneels at the end of the bed, pulling Reg’s trousers all the way off, tossing them behind him.
Regulus sits up, his eyes drifting over James'. “I think it's time you show me something” he smirks
He immediately flushed, his hands on the hem of his jumper. He pulls it off just as slow as Reg did. When his jumper is completely off he throws it to the side. Regulus smiles, giving James a slow clap. “Wow” he says while looking James up and down.
“Wow” James repeats. “Your turn, love”
Regulus slips his jumper off with one hand, throwing it at James. “Trousers off, love.” He points at James, his finger moving up and down.
Then both of them are stripped to their pants, James standing at the foot of the bed, Reg sitting on the edge. Regulus leans back, hands pulling at the hem of his boxers. He slides them down, slowly, agonizingly, until he has them around his thighs. He looks over to James.
“I kind of want to clap..” James smiled jokingly. Regulus laughs, pulling his pants all the way off and throwing them at James, who catches them.
James puts a knee at the end of the bed, Regulus moves to his legs on either side, almost straddling him. Regulus thumbs at James’ own pants, his eyes blown out with lust. James just tilted his head, feigning confusion. Regulus rolls his eyes and tugs his pants down.
Regulus just stares for a little, blinking rapidly then smiling. James smirks down at Regulus.
Then both of their pants are thrown somewhere in the room, they tangle together, and they fall backwards into their bed, together.
(thanks for the fun prompt, hope you liked this)
feeling called out today
credit: _ADWills
Marlene: James, how old is your mom?
Regulus: And your dad?
James: Too old for both of you and they are married. Stay away from my parents guys! Stay away from my mom and dad. They are married.
"We were teenagers in a war and it seemed so dreadfully romantic - star crossed lovers. A Death Eater and an Order Member, heir to the Blacks and a half blood werewolf. It was never real. It couldn't be, I was in love with his brother–" Remus sighed, a long exhale of breath as he looked off into space, "I still visit his grave, sometimes. Narcissa has been there a few times. We never spoke. She was… unexpectedly respectful, from the first time she saw me there."
Regulus: *nervously* so i noticed that you're in the hospital wing once a month and... are you like me?
Remus: you're also a...
*at the same time *
Remus: a werewolf
Regulus: trans
Regulus:
Remus:
Remus: wait you're trans?!
Regulus: YOU'RE A WEREWOLF?!
reblog if you’re a writer who feels guilt whenever they’re not writing and being productive, so I know I’m not the only one lol
trans regulus means everything to me
My tattoo artist told me his teenage son came out to him as trans by giving him a bunch of blue cupcakes and a greeting card that said "it's a boy!"
"That's cute," I said.
"It was NOT cute!" he snapped. "I thought he was pregnant."