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Literally my fave thing in the world 🌍

the marauders snapchat s.2 pt.19 (wild guessing)

“Im never more in love then when I’m leaving” - a better time to meet

kisses for always <3

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I luv this sm so well written 🤭🤍

Oranges & Almonds

coastalcassi

Summary:

James comes home to a quiet evening with his wonderful Regulus Black. The ambiance is immaculate.

Work:

When James walks through the door the air feels... smells warm. Notes of Jazz music fill the air but not in an overwhelming way. It's peaceful here.

"I see friends shaking hands saying how do you do? They're really saying 'I love you' “

Louis Armstrong's raspy dulcet tones mingling wonderfully with the smells and ambiance of his home. What is that wonderful smell? Orange? and what else? It's so... warm.

Blissful trumpet, saxophone, and drums fill the air as the song shifts. James shakes out of his jacket and hangs it up as he shuffles out of his shoes. The lights are low, candlelight?, and James can smell that delicious sent waffing from the kitchen.

As James walks past the floating candles he pauses for a moment to read the label “toasted almond & vanilla”. Ah. That explains the warm smell.

James shuffles into the kitchen quietly, trying not to intrude on the set ambiance. His breath catches as his eyes land on the familiar sight of dark curls standing close to the stove. His heart clenches; 'home' his brain says.

He carefully moves forward and wraps his arms slowly around the other man’s waist, then leans in to place a kiss on the exposed skin of his partner's neck.

"It smells wonderful," he murmurs against the skin he has lips are pressed to.

"Mmmmmmm — I'm glad. I was hoping to be done by the time you got home. Is Orange French Toast ok?"

James smiles, "Wonderful."

James lightly sways them to the music as Regulus continue to cook. He enjoys watching Regulus work, cooking and baking. He moves the ingredients around seamlessly and combines them like art. It's a wonder Regulus ever thought he'd be a poor cook. It's just like potions, where Regulus has always excelled, artful, meticulous, and deliciously wonderful.

Truly, there is no reason for it but seeing Regulus enjoy the mundane domestic pursuits sets James' heart on fire. Maybe it’s because for the longest time James wasn't sure Regulus would survive the war, let alone this — them together — being an option.

Regulus flicks his wand towards the cabinets and two plates come to settle next to the stove. Regulus puts his wand down and does this next part by hand. He always does, says it's more… personal. He places two pieces of thick toast on each plate, places orange slices artfully, and then dusts them with powdered sugar.

He sighs, "There."

Regulus flicks his wand and the plates, along with a bottle of syrup, make towards the dining table and James takes his chance.

Trumpets fill the air,

“Hold me close and hold me fast. The magic spell you cast, This is ‘La vie en rose’.”

He twirls Regulus around quickly and catches him close with his arm wrapped around his waist. A surprised laugh bubbles up from Regulus' lips and James smiles, enjoying the beauty of happiness settled on his lover's face. He sways them back and forth. There is powdered sugar on Regulus' perfect Roman nose and a dusting across his lower lip.

" Jaaaames - the toast is going to get cold."

"That's what a stasis charm is for sweetheart," James responds flicking his wand in the general direction of the food in the other room. James' eyes have not left that sugar covered lower lip. He leans in, taking it between both of his, and lightly licks the sugar off. He feels Regulus shudder as a barely there moan crosses the threshold of their lips into his mouth.

James' hands, having a mind of their own, find Regulus' face, holding it tenderly as he presses deeper into the kiss. His sweetheart's lips so sweet and pliant.

"Jamie..."

James growls into the kiss. "It. Can. Wait." he says in a raspy but authoritative tone, "I have more pressing things to attend to."

Abruptly, James leans down wrapping Regulus' thighs and waist into his arms before hauling him up and over his shoulder.

Regulus laughs as he's tossed about. "Put me down!"

"All in due time love. You can't really blame me, what with you making the house such a seductive environment and then letting me watch all the wonderfully skilled things you do with your hands.”

Regulus, hanging over James' shoulder, squeezes his waist, " I'll show you all the wonderfully skilled things these hands can do," he says mockingly.

James chuckles and pats Regulus lightly on his arse. He turns and jaunts them through the house and down the darkened hallway to their room. "Exactly what I was hoping for."

Regulus’ laugh at the jostling fills the apartment with the music and still warm smells of food cooked with love and care … but they will just have to wait, because there is another type of love currently looking to satiate a deeper, more intimate hunger.

people have to many opinions in this fandom

James: if I swallowed a magnet…

Regulus: uh oh

James: hypothetically could i use a different magnet to remove said magnet?

Regulus: THE FUCK JAMES?!?

you just know Sirius and Barty have matching sunglasses on that they put on in sync.

Nobody:

Sirius when jegulus: certified lover boy ? Certified pedophile.

James: ..

Regulus: ..

Barty: tryna strike a chord and it’s probably A minor

Regulus : can you not..?

bawling your eyes out and eating a bagel while reading ACT THREE: Part One of Just Lovers (like we were supposed to be) just hits different at 2 AM

The world may end if these people stop sending hate instead of actively doing crap. but idk. probably a bad idea. I’m just a woman, after all.

sometimes I wonder what would happen if people spent their time like...volunteering to help kids read or something instead of sending anonymous hate about fandom ships. but idk. probably a bad idea. I'm just a guy, after all.

SAY IT LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK!!!!!!

"You're just like the nazis if you ship jegulus / if you like Regulus / Barty / Evan / any character that was a death eater"

What the fuck is wrong with you all??? That's not a good take you think it is.

My great grandparents were literally in concentration camps. How dare you make such an awful comparison? Comparing FICTIONAL CHARACTERS to real life events is actually very sick of you. To call someone a nazi or nazi sympathizers just because they enjoy exploring FICTION makes you a very gross person.

I don't care if you think you're superior for liking a different ship or for hating certain characters. You are not. You're actually well bellow everyone else for making such horrible comparisons. You are playing limbo with the underground with how terrible you are.

sneak peak at the first Jegulus oneshot I’m writing…

The Gryffindor common room was loud, too loud. But for once, in all 6 years the marauders had attended Hogwarts, James Potter was not the one making the noise.

Maybe it was the fact that his only thoughts were about the pale Black brother’s lips that ever so slightly grazed his own in an abandoned classroom just this afternoon, or that not even his Lilyflower made him feel this way. He had never really taken a liking to the black brother before as Sirius claimed he was “a devil child” and basically forbade any contact between the two.

Jegulus oneshot

The Gryffindor common room was loud, too loud. But for once, in all 6 years the marauders had attended Hogwarts, James Potter was not the one making the noise. Maybe it was the fact that his only thoughts were about the pale Black brother’s lips that ever so slightly grazed his own in an abandoned classroom just this afternoon, or that not even his Lilyflower made him feel this way. He had never really taken a liking to the black brother before as Sirius claimed he was “a devil child” and basically forbade any contact between the two. 

However, James knew that somewhere deep down he wanted that kiss. He knew that his lips craved for more and his mind wanted to run fingers down Regulus’ back till he shivered from pleasure. How could he ever face either black brother again in this state? As his thoughts started to run, so did James. 

As his feet hit the cold, hard, stone floor of the majestic castle in rhythm with his heart, James felt a freedom. This newfound freedom seemed to tear James away from his fears and his troubles. His heartbeat pounding in his ears as he ran up stairs and through corridors. The pitter patter of the rain hitting the windows beside him only made the freedom greater. And finally, with one long breath, everything stopped. Standing only 1 meter away was Regulus Black. His faint laughter filled the halls in response to Pandora Rosier’s jokes, and his black hair stood perfect.

 As soon as James made direct eye contact with the man he’d been avoiding, he stumbled over every excuse to his running he could think of (including but not limited to: “all the bathrooms were out of order, peeves was chasing me, Remus is in the hospital wing, I lost my rat, and many others). James watched as Pandora looked at him with such befuddlement and then frowned. His eyes lit up with worry and his heart began to pound in his chest. Suddenly, the castle seemed too small and James felt trapped.

What James didn’t notice was Pandora pecking Regulus’ cheek as her angelic voice floated down the hall as she sung, “Potter and Reggie sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G.” while going to check a disturbance. As James turned back to Regulus with beat red ears and a pounding heart, he saw the young boy frowning towards the recently departed blond. James didn’t dare to look into his forbidden lover’s glass eyes as he knew getting lost in them would lead to his demise. Instead, James looked out onto the glimmering Quidditch field dreaming of playing with Regulus instead of against him. This dream lasted a whole minute before a small yet strong voice spoke out.

“I genuinely don’t know why my brain just goes blank when I look at you. I think I'm going a little crazy.” 

“Aren’t we all a little crazy though?”