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And this tall, scarred, already intimidating man wearing a big grandpa sweater walks up and he’s like “hi I’m remus, so this fossil is…”

grace in space

“Let me see.”

Regulus, who was waiting for James in one of their normal meeting spots, knew this was coming. The moment they’d crashed into each other on the pitch in the middle of the game, he could see that James was furious with himself.

“Potter, I’m–”

“Reg,” James interrupted in a voice more flat than he’d ever dared use around him before. “Let me see.”

Sighing, he turned to his boyfriend and pulled the sleeve of his robes back, revealing a large, colorful bruise.

James hissed, gritting his teeth and looking away. “Fuck. Fuck.” His body was ridiculously tense, arms crossed and back hunched.

And yeah. Regulus had not anticipated a time when he’d have to comfort someone else about his injuries. But he’d also never anticipated dating James Potter, so the whole word was a bit upside-down, wasn’t it?

“James…”

But when hazel eyes turned to meet him, James looked almost crazed. “I’m so fucking sorry, Reg. I told myself I’d never, ever hurt you, not like your parents, and–”

“Oh, absolutely not, Potter,” Regulus interrupted, crossing his arms and glaring up at the panicking Gryffindor in front of him.

“I–what?”

“You will not compare yourself to the two abysmal humans who did the bare minimum by giving me life. James, we were playing a game. You didn’t mean to hurt me. Hell, you’re one of the only people on the bloody planet who hasn’t hurt me! Who’s made me feel loved and safe! Merlin, you–I trust you! D’you know what that means? So–you don’t get to stand here and–and–negate that just because you fucking accidentally bumped into me during a damn Quidditch game!” He said the whole thing loudly, with much movement of his arms, glaring at James as he did so. But fuck, he needed James to understand somehow, how much he meant to him. How much he adored him, even if he couldn’t say those words properly.

The Gryffindor stood, open-mouthed, staring at him. “I..wow.”

Regulus deflated a little. “Don’t talk about my boyfriend like that,” he murmured weakly.

Finally, the taller boy grinned a little. “Okay. Sorry.”

Remus calls it 'shagging'

James calls it 'doing it'

“Oi, Black!”

Regulus, who was walking along a corridor, trying–futilely, now–to sneak down a secret passage and into a hidden room, paused, took a calming breath, and turned toward the voice. “What?” he asked, attempting to make his tone sound unbothered.

It was a seventh-year in his house, a large boy named Belby known for making bets and wagers. “Quidditch match’s coming up,” he said shiftily, crossing his arms and looking down at him.

“I’m aware,” Regulus replied lightly. As if he hadn’t been practicing daily for the upcoming Slytherin-Gryffindor game.

“Well…you’re not going to let me down, right? I have a lot riding on this.” Belby was probably attempting to be menacing, but he just came off rather…whiny. Regulus tried very hard not to roll his eyes. 

“Keep yourself together,” he reassured him. “Gryffindor’s shit. Their captain sucks, and their defense is weak. You’ll be fine.”

“Good, good.”

But after Bebly had walked away and Regulus successfully had snuck into the hidden room, he turned, grinning, to what seemed to be the empty air.

Until James Potter appeared out of nowhere, removing his invisibility cloak and giving Regulus a look full of amused annoyance. “‘Their captain sucks?’” he repeated, already moving his hands to Regulus’s waist and crowding him into the wall, his mouth moving to his neck.

“I’m not wrong,” Regulus breathed, smirking, as James began to mouth at his skin. “You always leave marks on my neck, Potter, it’s absolutely ridicu–”

Barty: You are what you eat

Regulus: Barty, You’re a dick

Barty, winking: I know

awkward first make out sessions

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