My Non Marauder Fan Friend Says Im Remus Lupin

then he just stops, turns him around and makes him look in the mirror

remus lowers his head and sirius hears his heavy welsh drawl thick in his ear, "look at your pretty little face, you want it so bad don't you?" and sirius nods, still breathless, staring at himself

James looks down at his cards. Two of Clubs. The exact card he needs to win. He lifts his head to see Regulus sitting across him, eyes narrowed, glaring at Sirius.

Sirius, his face sporting a smirk as he returns Regulus's gaze, says, "So, Prongs. What's your card?"

Next to him, Peter murmurs, "Don't be a two, please don't be a two." The poor guy's been losing since they started. There's genuinely no way he could win, regardless of how much Peter believes—hopes—otherwise.

James looks down at his card. He could reveal his card now and end the game, taking the victory.

But...Regulus and Sirius had started this game demanding it be a competition. If Sirius won again, James'd never hear the end of it. However if he won, Regulus would hold a grudge for at least a week.

Past silent treatments from Regulus still haunt him.

If Regulus won...Sirius would be mad. Ergh. There's no solution.

"Jamie, what's the card?"

James's head snaps back up at his boyfriend. Jamie. His heart fucking melts every time Regulus calls him that.

James gives in immediately.

”Jack of Hearts." His voice remains unwavering as he says the exact card that makes Regulus win.

"YES!" Regulus celebrates, throwing his cards on the floor. "TAKE THAT, SIRIUS!"

Peter groans, putting his head in his hands. Remus hides an amused grin behind the book he’s reading on the couch.

Sirius’s jaw drops. “James, what the fuck?!”

“What?! What d’you want me to do?!”

“LIE! OBVIOUSLY!”

Well…he did do that, but not in that way. Quite the opposite, really.

“As if he’d lie to me,” Regulus says, his face showing the widest smile James has ever seen on him. All sweet and unguarded. His eyes sparkling with pure joy.

Okay, yeah. Worth it.

“No. I don’t believe it. James, show me your card.”

James’s eyes widen. “What, don’t you trust me?” His voice does waver this time.

Sirius’s lips press into a thin line. “James Fleamont Potter.”

Oh no.

“Sirius…”

“James!”

“James?” Regulus’s joyful face turns into a confused one.

James gulps.

Someone snatches out James’s card from behind him. “Aha!”

“Remus!” James yells, scrambling to his feet to snatch his card back.

Remus manages to evade James, his face lighting up with delight.

“What was it, Moony?” Peter asks as James grabs his card back.

“Moony,” James warns.

“Why’re you being so defensive, James? You wouldn’t lie to me,” Sirius says. “Right?”

James gulps again.

“RIGHT?”

Remus just hums and sits back down.

“REMUS! What was the damn card?!” Sirius yells at his boyfriend.

“Eh.”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN EH?!”

“OKAY, FINE!” James admits, flopping back down on the floor ungracefully.

“James?” Regulus furrows his eyebrows.

“I lied! I don’t actually have the Jack of Hearts.” He tosses his card down face-up.

Sirius’s eyes land on the card. He clenches his jaw and then storms out the room without a word.

James groans. “Shit.”

“You could’ve won,” Regulus murmurs.

“Are you angry?”

“Angry? No, baby, of course not. Why would I be angry?”

“‘Cause I lied?”

Regulus snorts. “You made me win.”

“You called me Jamie. Of course I did.”

Regulus just grins.

“Wait—” James turns around fully to face him. “Wait, Regulus. Did you do that on purpose?”

Regulus’s smile gets wider as he stays quiet.

James’s jaw drops. “You’re a menace.”

“And you love me anyway.”

James sighs. “Yeah.”

Remus looks up from his book. “James, you better console Sirius. I’m not dealing with that today.”

Regulus was usually calm. Cool. Regulated.

So of course, he stormed up to James Potter, spitting mad. "Evans?" he demanded, hardly resisting shoving Potter backward into the wall.

The older boy regarded him with confusion and amusement. "No. Potter."

"No, you fucking idiot! I mean, you're going to Hogsmeade with Evans this weekend!" Regulus hissed, shoving his hand into his pocket and gripping his wand.

Surprise flashed on the Gryffindor's face, but he quickly calmed. "What's it matter to you? You were the one who insisted we weren't together," he replied flatly.

And Regulus nearly screamed at that…because it was true. 

James's knowing grin was enough to make him breathe fire. "You want to be with me, Reg?" he asked, maneuvering them so Regulus was suddenly the one pressed against the wall. "Admit it. You. Want. Me."

His breathing was heavy. Heart hammering. Jealousy and fear raging inside him in equal measures, fight or flight making him feel feral. But the idea of watching James happy with someone else made him feel like his skin was peeling off and turning inside out. So he took a deep breath.

"Fine. I want you," he gritted out.

James beamed. "What?" he asked, pressing closer to Regulus, making his whole body sing. "Louder, love."

"I want you, James," he choked, shaking with the truth of the words. "Go–go to fucking Hogsmeade with me."

And James looked thrilled, bending down to brush their lips together. "Of course, baby. I mean, I never had plans with anyone else anyway, that was just a rumor, but..."