#first year marauders

[enbysiriusblack]

thinking about first year marauders right at the beginning of their school year where they're so uncomfortable with each other. sirius and james growing inseparable straight away, and peter following them because remus always wants to be left alone. marlene getting frustrated her best friend found someone else as soon as they arrived so spends every second with her new roommate, mary, who's getting a little overwhelmed with marlene always being there. lily not really clicking straight away with any of her roommates, although they get along fine, and spending her time in the library with severus or sometimes remus when he lets her. emmeline not really having anyone because lily goes off with her other friends, and mary and marlene are always together so she doesn't want to barge in, so she makes friends in other houses instead. and its all so awkward and tense for the first couple months.

james and lily constantly argue, marlene glares at sirius but he has no clue why, remus is just avoiding everyone, peter's in a panic about how to act/who to hang out with, mary isn't use to constant company and doesn't know how to tell marlene she needs alone time, emmeline just leaves them to their own devices and is barely ever in gryffindor tower, sirius is slowly working through his prejudices, which makes many of them kinda anxious or dislike him. and they just all seem to hate each other or are trying to avoid upsetting or stepping on each others toes and its like a mess, before they finally manage to work out how to live and interact with each other

#marauders era #marauders #marlene mckinnon #sirius black #remus lupin #james potter #lily evans #mary mcdonald #peter pettigrew #first year marauders

[delssen]

«They're so young they don't even know they're in love yet»

#marauders #marauders fanart #remus lupin #sirius black #wolfstar #wolfstar fanart #remus lupin fanart #harry potter fanart #sirius black fanart #first year marauders #first year wolfstar #sleepy cuddles #digital art #pixel art #Why is tumblr making the quality so shitty #heh well

[nehpihcs]

crying over how much these baby boys loved and cared for each other

#first year marauders #casually gonna forget peter exists #hp art #hp fanart #my artwork #randy draws #poc #lgbtq #harry potter #fuck jkr #sirius black #james potter #remus lupin #wolfstar #wolfstar fanart #marauders era #hp marauders #remus loves sirius #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs #hogwarts #gryffindor #werewolf #young marauders #jkr is trash #instead of studying for finals i’m drawing all the harry potter characters as poc #art #best friends #i just love them sm #chocolate #chocolate frog

[operationlupin]

the sorting of the marauders boys.

- remus lupin does not think he belongs at hogwarts; therefore, he has not thought about his placement. he appears absentminded when his name is called despite his fingers picking at the skin surrounding his nails. when gryffindor is announced, the table on the far left erupts in rejoice, the first hint that he belongs somewhere.

- james potter has been labeled as a gryffindor by his parents and other family members due to personality traits he has exhibited since he was small. the sorting process does not bother him, and he knows the hat will not hesitate to sort him into the house he belongs. it is no surprise when a table full of red and gold cheers when he is announced as a gryffindor.

- peter pettigrew keeps an eye on remus, the nice boy he met on the train. once remus has been announced, peter trains his eyes on his shoes as if he’s forgotten to tie the laces. his name is soon announced, and the children around him nudge him in an attempt to gain his attention. he trips up the steps as he approaches the hat. a hushed giggle escapes the mouths of those already seated. the hat waits and waits before announcing gryffindor for all to hear. a pause sets in, but only for a second, before the students clap and holler.

- sirius black as always known his place: slytherin. everyone else knows as well. the students, the teachers, the headmaster. it’s in his blood. he cannot say he is not nervous, though, as he hates the association between him and the pure-blood supremacists he’s related to. as the sorting hat is placed on his head, sirius notices the slytherin students already straightening their posture and putting their hands up, but when the hat screams gryffindor, everything changes. a confused persona is present in the great hall, and silence overtakes the room. sirius keeps his head down as he walks to the gryffindor table, the only sound he hears being the clacking of his shoes.

- xenophilius lovegood catches the eyes of almost everyone in the room, though he is not bothered to return their stares. his light blond hair that seems almost white in certain lights has caught glances every since he was young, no mind the various accessories he wore. he is indifferent towards all of the houses, no favoring one over the other, except when it comes to slytherin. he refuses to be in slytherin, so when the time comes for him to be sorted and ravenclaw is announced, he is more than pleased.

- severus snape knows what he wants and where he belongs. he’s know ever since he was young that he is most at home in the dark, and the closest thing he can find to that at hogwarts is slytherin. holding his head high as his name is announced, he trudges toward professor mcgonagall. it comes as no surprise to him when the sorting hat almost screeches the word slytherin. unlike everyone else, he ignores the applause he gets and doesn’t interact with anyone at the table he sits at, much to the displeasure of the other students.

- frank longbottom’s entire family has been full of mixed houses, made up of gryffindor, slytherin, hufflepuff, and ravenclaw. this fact keeps him at ease throughout the sorting process as he is aware a good wizard can rise from any house. he observes everyone around him fidgeting or whispering to themselves, but he cannot relate. when he gets sorted into hufflepuff, he welcomes the hugs and attention he receives from the students at the table. he cannot wait to tell his parents about this.

#remus lupin #sirius black #james potter #peter pettigrew #xenophilius lovegood #severus snape #frank longbottom #marauders #sorting hat #sorting the marauders #first year #first year marauders

[marauderstan014]

"The boy can stay." Dumbledore told professor McGonagall. "If he trusts his colleagues-"

"Friends." Peter cut him.

"If he trusts his friends, if he deeply trusts his friends, then he can stay, the secret will be well kept."

.

.

Fist year marauders would live by correcting anyone that said they weren't friends. They were friends from the moment they met on the train and you can't change my mind.

Also, they don't like Dumbledore because they're smart

#marauder era #fanfiction excerpt #harry potter marauders #good peter pettigrew #anti dumbledore #when they discovered remus is a werewolf #they didn't even blink their only concern was his safety #young pete is everything #first year marauders

[lunarlivs]

nye with r + s ⭑

#mama y papa #my parents #my everything #i truly can not put it into words how much these two fuckes mean to me #my first year being like an active in the fandom is over #feeling a lot #loving you more #<3333 #marauders #marauders era #fanart #remus lupin #sirius black #wolfstar #wolfstar fanart #my art

[starlightsunshinee]

@jegulus-microfic // Day 20: Lethal // Word Count: 539 (oops)

Regulus slammed the classroom door behind him, dropping to his knees and letting out a strangled sob. The letter from his mother had been expected, but that didn’t make it any less painful. He was to take the mark over the holiday, which meant he had less than two months of normality before his life was changed forever. With his hands in his hair, hysterically pulling at the strands and trying to calm his cries, Regulus wondered what his life would have looked like if he was born in a different household. If his brother hadn’t run away. If he had run away. 

The sound of the door opening shook Regulus out of his thoughts and in an instant he was on his feet with his wand pointed at the intruder. 

The door swung open, revealing a wide-eyed James Potter who immediately put his hands up in surrender. Regulus grabbed James by the collar, kicking the door shut and slamming him against it. His wand jabbed sharply into James’ jaw.

“You say a word of this to anyone, Potter, and I will tear you limb from limb. I will make your life so miserable that you will wish you were dead, do you understand?”

James continued to stare at him with wide eyes, but his face had become rather flushed.

“Merlin’s beard Reggie, you’re lethal with that tongue of yours.” He said, eyes darting down to Regulus’ lips for a fraction of a second. “I just came to see if you were okay, I saw you leaving the great hall after the mail arrived.”

Regulus lowered his wand, loosing his grip on James who fell back against the wall with a thud. His warm brown eyes were filled with concern.

“I-I’m fine. Go away, James. Even if I wasn’t okay, the last person I would want to discuss it with is you.” Regulus snapped. Why must he always snap? Here is his brother’s best friend, the boy he has been in love with for the last 5 years, and he can’t even bring himself to be civil. 

James’ eyes softened, “Look, I don’t know what was in that letter, but I can guess who it was from. If you need someone to talk to about it, I’m here for you.”

I’m here for you. Words that Regulus had wanted to hear for so long. He had been on his own for so long now. The tears were back as the content of the letter hit him once again, and he turned his back to James. 

“They want me to take the mark.” He’s not too sure why he said it, maybe he just needed to voice it out loud.

“Don’t go back.” James said immediately. “Please, don’t go back. Come and stay with me, you don’t have to take the mark, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

James moved forward slowly, resting his hand on Regulus’ shoulder and gasping when he turned around and enveloped James in a hug. He reciprocated immediately, wrapping his arms around the younger boy as he cried.

That was the moment Regulus decided whose side he was really on. That was the moment he finally decided to break free.

#jegulus #marauders #regulus black #jegulus microfic #jegulus fanfiction #starchaser #jegulus fic #james potter #james x regulus #this is the first thing i've written in years pls be nice <3

[adharastarlight]

Evan: where the fuck did Barty go???

Reg: I swear, if you dont put your extrovert on a leash, they wander off!!!

#based on a conversation i had #the extrovert returned after making another friend #anyways #barty was the resident extrovert who adopted evan and reg in their first year #then pandora befriended reg and bam #dorcas was also an extrovert but mainly became friends with them through reg and quidditch #also i have a lesson like currently #but the teachers not in so we're chilling in the common room #and i want to write #but i dont think its socially acceptable to write fanfics in a public space lmao #soooo yeah #marauders #regulus black #barty crouch jr #evan rosier #regulus arcturus black #regulus and evan and barty #rosekiller #introverted #dead gay wizards #james potter #jegulus #sirius black #james x regulus #remus lupin #wolfstar #starchaser

[solarisburns]

Regulus who knew he was trans from a young age, like a very young age but his mother never let him express it. to the point where he was forbidden of talking about it, to anyone. But then Sirius went to Hogwarts and became a gryffindor, then Sirius came home over christmas break and fought with their mother every moment of everyday. suddenly walburga was all about having another son, another heir. where regulus' transition had been moving at a glacial pace before it was suddenly handled quickly and efficiently and most importantly to his mother, quietly. magic is an incredible tool for transitioning, so incredible that no one questioned that the Black's who used to have a daughter now have a son. Regulus for the first time could truly recognize himself in the mirror. but had to live with the knowledge that he owes this to his mother and she would never let him forget it.

#ive always thought walburga forbid reg & sirius talking in sirius' first year #so there could be a horror element here for when sirius comes home and finds a stranger in his sibling #Thats NOT him being transphobic. just caught off gaurd #marauders #marauders era #regulus black #hogwarts #sirius black #walburga black #harry potter #gryffindor

[i-need-of-a-hobby]

i want what rosekiller has.

(one of us is killed by an auror so the other one kidnaps and impersonates said auror for a year while teaching our other friend's ex's son defensive magic.)

#cuz in the jkr au #the one that got published that is #evan is killed by moody in the first war #so 15 years later his bf decides to start dressing for revenge #they're so gay #they're such icons #marauders era #rosekiller #slytherin skittles

[bimoonphases]

@wolfstarmicrofic March 26 – prompt 26: Amortentia – word count 946

Amortentia - The world’s strongest love potion, does not create love but obsession

Remus had feared that particular Potions lesson since the smile on Slughorn’s face when he had announced it.

“Of course, Amortentia’s use is forbidden, and its brewing strictly restricted, therefore you will not learn how to make it,” the Professor had said. “I will brew it personally and you will smell it, because its smell is not only different for everyone but it  also corresponds to the smell of the person you’re most attracted to.”

There had been whispers in the classroom, and the few established couples in their year had smiled at each other.

“Yes, yes, you think you’ll have it easy,” Slughorn had chuckled. “But I’ve seen my fair share of people smelling something completely unexpected in Amortentia, so be warned!”

So now they were gathered around a fuming cauldron, their faces in various degrees of anxiousness.

“Well, come on!” Slughorn clapped his hands. “Who’s first? Mr Potter, be brave! After all, your love for Ms Evans is no secret to anyone!”

James grimaced, but he moved closer to the cauldron all the same.

“I smell…” he took a deep breath. “I smell the Library. And the Quidditch pitch in the sun and…” he hesitated. “Mint tea.”

Remus frowned. He knew Lily’s scent better than anyone thanks the the wolf’s nose, but none of those things belonged to her. He shot a look at James, who immediately looked at his feet.

“Ms McKinnon.”

“I, uhm,” Marlene went beet-red. “Coffee, pencils and peaches.”

“Interesting, wonder who that could be?” Sirius chuckled.

Even Remus remembered that glorious day when Dorcas Meadowes had shown up to the Gryffindor Quidditch team practice and Marlene had flown right into a goalpost when Dorcas had bitten into one of the peaches she had brought along.

“Now now, Mr Black, we don’t tease our classmates about Amortentia,” Slughorn smiled. “You never know what’s in store for you! Ms MacDonald, please.”

Remus swallowed. He knew perfectly well what would happen the second he got a closer whiff of the potion. He would smell leather, or cigarettes, or the firewhiskey he had drunk at that party when Sirius had ended up sitting in his lap and he had realised he was stupidly, desperately and hopelessly in love with him. He would have to lie about it to the whole class.

“Summer breeze, books and… leather?” Mary groaned. “Oh, come on!”

“I know, I’m unforgettable,” Sirius winked at her.

“And to smell like books you would have to open one,” Mary retorted.

Peter was next. He took a deep breath, got suddenly pale, then turned bright red and stumbled back.

“Are you quite alright, Mr Pettigrew?”

“Is it possible to smell more than one person, Professor?” Peter whispered.

“Ah. Yes, it’s happened before. Attraction is variable and not even magic can always determine if there’s only one person for you. What did you smell?”

“Roses, violets and lemons.”

Remus recognised the perfumes Peter’s last three girlfriends had worn and he looked at James. Maybe even what he had smelled belonged to multiple people.

“Mr Lupin, go ahead.”

Remus’s stomach twisted and he braced himself getting closer to the cauldron. But none of the smells he had thought about filled his nose. Instead, other things came up and none were Sirius’s smell.

“Well, Mr Lupin?”

Remus stepped back. He didn’t even have to lie then.

“Fireplace ash, late night rain and gingerbread,” he said.

He looked across the room to Sirius. Sirius was staring back, wide-eyed and pale as a ghost. Remus was about to say something when Sirius stumbled back and suddenly ran out of the classroom. Without even thinking, Remus ran after him. He ran along the dungeon corridors and up the stairs, into the main corridor and almost colliding against Regulus rounding a corner.

“What’s gotten into you two?” Regulus exclaimed, barely managing to not spill his tea.

“Where’s Sirius?”

“Outside, but-”

Remus didn’t stay to hear the rest of the sentence. As he ran towards the castle door, the wolf’s nose registered the smell coming from Regulus’s tea. Mint.

He finally caught up with Sirius at the lake.

“Padfoot?” he panted.

“What you smelled in the Amortentia…” Sirius’s voice was shaking.

“I don’t even know what it was…”

“I do.”

Sirius turned around. His eyes were glistening with tears, and Remus’s heart dropped as he fought with all he had the urge to get closer and take him in his arms and kiss him until he felt better.

“It had just rained the night I ran from my parents’ house,” Sirius said slowly. “When I fell into the Potters’ fireplace Effie had just gotten gingerbread out of the oven.”

“How could I smell your memories, Pads?” Remus whispered.

“Maybe Amortentia works differently on a wolf’s nose. But why did you smell mine specifically, Moony?”

Remus’s shoulders slumped. How he wished now he had smelt what he had prepared himself to and lied about it.

“I…”

“Before class started I sneaked in as Padfoot,” Sirius murmured. “I wanted to see if I smelt something different as a dog.”

“And?”

“I smelled you,” Sirius looked up at him.

Remus’s heart skipped a beat.

“You did?” he breathed. “And what did you smell as you?”

Sirius took a step forward, bringing them so close Remus could almost count all of his eyelashes.

“I don’t care,” he said. “As Padfoot I didn’t smell just things that reminded me of you, Moony. I smelled all of you. I think that’s proof enough.”

Remus started to nod, but then he moved, or Sirius did or they both did and half a second later they were kissing, hanging on each other as if their lives depended on it.

#I mean if Remus has a different nose because of his furry little problem why shouldn't that influence Amortentia too? #Slughorn definitely has too much fun with this lesson every year #also Mary's first two smells were Lily #wolfstar #wolfstar microfic #remus lupin #sirius black #remus x sirius #sirius x remus #marauders #marauders era #james potter #horace slughorn #marlene mckinnon #dorcas meadowes #mary macdonald #lily evans #regulus black #the marauders #the marauders era #just writing (like i'm supposed to live)

[cringecountry]

Remus and the lupin

#remus lupin #wolfstar #marauders #my art #this hair makes no sense which is fine its just a sketch but if I ever colour i should fix it. also ill shave his eyebrows bc what are thos #anyway... hallo tumblr. first post in this account #the reason this is tagged wolfstar is i think sirius would steal his books to read them and he would underline sentences and write #on the margins and he would press wildflowers for him to find #and i think years into sirius imprisonment remus would keep finding notes and flowers #and remus would feel awful bc how could someone with that kind of sensibility for poetry and love and literature betray them all and kill #a bunch of ppl. etc etc. but yeah yeah. anyway but this is a happy one bye

[enbysiriusblack]

"I think I want to be a gryffindor. Like my mum and dad."

Marlene grinned up at Dorcas, "sound, kid."

"Yeah, yeah", Dorcas huffed, a small smile spreading across their face.

Hari stared up at the train before turning back around, "I still think this is stupid."

Dorcas nodded, "Completely stupid."

"Undoubtedly", Marlene agreed, "I mean having to travel away from the castle just to get a train back up to scotland?"

"Pointless", Hari scowled.

The train whistled, and Hari grabbed his suitcase from Dorcas.

"Remember the rules, Hari?"

He nodded, counting them on his fingers, "Do my homework, call Professor McGonagall 'Minnie', make good friends, find a rival in an opposing house, and annoy Professor Snape as much as possible."

Marlene snorted, "Well done, kid", she passed him his new owl in her cage.

"Have fun, yeah?" Dorcas said, crouching down slightly.

Hari nodded, beaming grin on his face, and held up his right arm, allowing a small green snake to slither from under his sleeve, it's tongue hissing at Dorcas' cheek.

Dorcas brought him into a hug, then he moved to Marlene, tighly hugging her as well.

"See you for Christmas, kid."

Hari turned, owl cage balancing on top of his suitcase, and snake hidden back under his sleeve, he made his way onto the train.

Marlene grabbed her wheel handles, turning to leave the station, "I think I'm gonna miss him."

Dorcas laughed, "You're surprised you're going to miss the kid we've been looking after for ten years, are you?"

"Oh, shut up", Marlene grinned.

#having So Many dorlene raising hari thoughts #brain is exploding with them. #anyway. them seeing 11 yr old hari off for his first year at Hogwarts <33 #marauders era #marauders #marlene mckinnon #dorcas meadowes #hari potter #dorlene raising hari #my writing #dorlene

[operationlupin]

the sorting of the marauders girls.

- lily evans does not know what different houses mean, only what colors belong to them. if she’s honest, she doesn’t understand the entire sorting situation. she believes students should learn without being at an advantage or disadvantage for what house they’re in. when gryffindor is announced for her, her expression does not change nor do her opinions on this process. she accepts the hugs and head pats and hand shakes from those who offer them, though.

- dorcas meadowes was torn between her want to be in ravenclaw and the reality that she exhibited more attributes of slytherin during the sorting process. what decided everything was her repetitive pleads and silent prayers to be in the house she strived for, which changed the mind of the sorting hat from ravenclaw to slytherin. the sense of relief she felt when the table of green and silver erupted in celebration is the strongest emotion she has ever felt. when she arrives to her seat, she feels immediately welcome.

- marlene mckinnon’s entire bloodline had been sorted into the same house: gryffindor. she’d no reason to be anxious or any reason to be doubtful. while she had seen what happened to sirius black minutes earlier, she knew it couldn’t happen to her. and it didn’t. it took only a couple seconds for the decision to be made. she skips toward the gryffindor table, already planning to send an owl to her mother explaining her excitement for the coming year.

- mary macdonald, a known muggle born, twiddles with her fingers and wrings the fabric of her robes. when her hogwarts letter came, she immediately began to acquire all knowledge she could about the different houses. an immediate attachment grew between her and the gryffindor house. as she is announced as a gryffindor, all of hogwarts staff recognizes her giant smile and happy mannerisms. she has gotten what she wants.

- alice fortescue returns the glare of a boy across the crowd from her with greasy black hair, noting that he looks younger than everyone else yet angrier. she almost doesn’t realize when her name is called by mcgonagall but quickly shuffles toward the teacher when it registers with her. as she sits on the stool, her mind is blank. she does not know which house she wants to be in; furthermore, when she is sorted into ravenclaw, she isn’t fazed. as long as she doesn’t end up in the same house as the boy she had her eye on earlier.

- pandora rosier keeps her eyes on the ravenclaw table, inspecting the books the students have out in front of them to see if she would like them. after she reads the cover of all the books she can and her name is called, she proudly walks, almost struts, to the sorting hat. she has no intention of arrogance, only an intention of making a good impression. the hat whispers in her ear small phrases and mumbles short questions before bellowing the label ravenclaw. this pleases her as she can continue her acts from earlier. the older students laugh fondly as she asks question upon question when she arrives at their table.

#lily evans #dorcas meadowes #marlene mckinnon #alice fortescue #pandora rosier #mary macdonald #first year marauders #marauders #sorting the marauders

[loverscrossmp3]

war creeps, it prowls. forgive james if he is not yet adjusted to the stench of death.

READ ON AO3

#jily #james potter #lily evans #marauders #jily fanfiction #harry potter #oh....hello....remember me? emerging from the shadows twenty years later with a first-war james fic #the first time i'm posting without genuine debilitating dread in my chest. crazy what james potter can do to a girl! #but fr. love this one. he just wants to love everyone as much as he possibly can until he inevitably bursts from it. sunshine boy or whatev #liv writes #lard

[courfee]

if you ask nicely

@jegulus-microfic | august 27 - shade | wc 1.2k | implied nsfw after the ending

this is just james trying to flirt and getting flustered instead

Now the thing is – James is great at flirting. He’s great at appearing confident and cocky and making the people around him blush with genuine compliments and well-placed flirtations. What he is not great at, he recently had to learn, is being flirted with.

“You’re standing in my sun,” Regulus huffs, looking up at him from where he is sitting with his back against a tree, book in hand.

“I know,” James replies with an easy grin.

Regulus glares at him. “Would it hurt you to live one single day without going out of your way to annoy me?”

James pretends to think, moving his head from one side to the other. “I don’t know,” he hums finally. “I’m not willing to find out the answer though. Just in case. Don’t want to risk getting hurt, you know?” Really, he just likes getting Regulus’ attention. And annoying him simply is the easiest way to do that.

“If you want to be a nuisance please at least do so sitting down.”

“Why?” James asks, making no move to comply. “Don’t you like this gorgeous me-shaped shadow around you?”

“No.”

James pouts. “I’m only trying to help you out here. You should probably spend more time in the shade with your pale skin. Wouldn’t want your pretty face to get burned.”

“I’m fine,” Regulus retorts, completely bypassing James’ compliment. He had worked so hard on the conversational build-up to make it come naturally, and Regulus just ignores it... “I like the sun.”

“You know, people keep telling me I’m like the sun, so I think me standing here is a win-win for you.”

“You’re not,” Regulus disagrees and James is already opening his mouth to express his hurt at that comment when Regulus continues. “As opposed to the sun, I actually really enjoy looking at you.”

James shuts his mouth again, his cheeks heating up ever so slightly. He tries again, but with those few simple words Regulus has perfectly managed to wipe any witty counterremarks from his mind.

“Now, if you could please move...”

Defeated in his attempt at flirting he sighs. To this day, however, James is undefeated in his attempts at being annoying, and he’s not planning on changing that now. He sits down next to Regulus with his back to the sun so he can look at the other boy, shuffling close enough that their legs touch. Regulus turns back to his book and resumes reading.

For a while James is satisfied enough just watching Regulus. For all his talk earlier, he really does like looking at Regulus doused in sunlight. There’s a silver shine to his dark hair and the freckles across his nose stand out more prominently. He’s absolutely beautiful. He’s also absolutely ignoring James once again, and that will simply not do.

James starts by repeatedly poking Regulus’ knee. At first this only earns him a glare over the edge of the book. But when James returns that glare with a blinding smile and continues, Regulus reaches over to swat his hand away.

James sighs dramatically and falls backwards onto the grass, spreading his arms out around him. He busies himself with cloud watching for a good minute before getting bored again, so he decides the next best step to getting Regulus’ attention is picking daisies and placing them one by one along Regulus’ leg.

“James,” Regulus says with a sigh, but he doesn’t even look up from his book.

“Regulus,” James replies, and when Regulus doesn’t react to that either, he adds on, “What are you reading?”

Regulus lifts his book a little higher so James can read the title off the cover, which is not the reply he had been hoping for.

James groans in frustration, throwing his hands up in the air. This at least seems to gain Regulus’ attention, as he glances over at him. With a desirous glint that doesn’t escape James’ notice he lets his eyes travel across James’ arms down to the sliver of skin beneath the hem of his shirt that got lifted in the process.

Even though it only lasts a moment, Regulus turning back to his book almost instantly, James smirks and decides it is time to be more of a menace. If this is what gets Regulus’ attention he can work with it. He grabs the back of his shirt and in one swift motion pulls it over his head, tossing it aside. He stretches, more than necessary, and at the pull in the muscles of his back lets out another groan.

Unfortunately, Regulus’ determination to keep his attention off of James is apparently higher than James had expected, but it’s still no match for his own determination to counteract that. One by one James picks up the daisies from Regulus’ legs and starts twisting them into a thin flower crown. Once he’s done he reaches over and places it gingerly on top Regulus’ head. “Beautiful,” he assesses the picture before him.

“I’m sure you are,” Regulus replies without missing a beat despite still only looking at his book.

“Are you?” James asks critically. “You’re not even looking at me. I might have very well lost all my beauty in the last couple minutes.”

Regulus looks up in annoyance, but that annoyance quickly dissipates when he realises James is sitting very much shirtless in front of him. With a loud snap he shuts his book in frustration. “Fucking stop distracting me, I’m trying to read.”

“Oh, so you think I’m distracting?” James says, wiggling his eyebrows at Regulus and flexing his abs, just because he can and also because apparently it’s distracting. He likes being distracting. A lot.

“Oh, fuck you,” Regulus huffs, but there’s a pink tint to his cheeks so the words lose some of their bite.

“Sure,” James says, conspiratorially leaning forward with a mischievous grin, “If you ask nicely.”

Regulus glares at him defiantly for several seconds, before dropping his gaze. A beat later he is looking up at James again, his eyes half lidded, gazing up at him through his long dark lashes. “Please, James, will you fuck me?” he asks sweetly.

James chokes. His face is burning red and he’s coughing and blinking away tears as he splutters, “What?”

“I nicely asked you to please fuck me,” Regulus repeats, as if James hasn’t perfectly heard him the first time. As if James isn’t currently close to death because of it.

“You can’t just say that,” James says once he’s remembered how to breathe normally again. “This is not what’s supposed to happen. You’re the one that’s supposed to be flustered. This isn’t– What the fuck, Reg, you’re not supposed to actually ask?”

“And yet I did,” Regulus says, a smirk hiding rather visibly in the corners of his lips, “And you have yet to reply. Or do you want to take back your promise?”

James doesn’t have to think about his answer this time, which is a blessing, because all the blood needed to restart his brain is currently on its way to a different part of his body. “No,” he says, “I don’t.”

The smile Regulus gives him before getting up and pulling James to his feet alongside him is enough to nearly bring him back down to his knees.

#i havent written oneshots off of prompts in over 10 years i have so forgotten how to do this and am now relearning #so this is the second micro fic ive posted but the first one ive written for this thing #this is for fun silliness :) #it was also very much borne out of the 'fuck you' 'do it yourself you coward' thing because i talked about it with maddie #jegulus #james x regulus #regulus x james #starchaser #sunseeker #marauders #marauders fanfiction #microfic #my writing #jegulus fanfiction #jegulus microfic #james potter #regulus black #mine