✭ ∾ lillian ∾ ✭

And it’s so weird for people to witness because here you have this two pureblood heirs that are normally the picture of elegance and stoicism just losing their shit the second they make eye contact

Maybe regulus is helping James with some potions work because he struggles with it, then something happens and BOOM! The potion goes everywhere and James and both regulus are just little babes.

While the others try to find a way to revert them back, baby James so SO PROTECTIVE of baby regulus, always holding his hand, tugging him along and always standing in front of him with his little chest puffed out to look bigger.

Imagine walking down the hogwarts corridor and you see james and sirius being chased by a duck with a wand in its mouth.

no yeah, this is very real to me. reg's body is littered with bites and hickeys—all in various stages of healing. james can't help himself, really, not when regulus is so achingly responsive—all strangled breaths and needy whines. he writhes too, under james, threading his fingers through his hair, pushing closer, then pulling away, as james maps him with his mouth. he bites at reg’s neck, his chest, his thighs, leaving a trail of bruises in his wake.

they’re so stark against the pale of regulus’ skin. and james, the possessive bastard, loves how the imprint of his teeth clings to the flesh. he revels in watching the colors shift from blush to red to purple to a sallow yellow. this is all his, only his. 

James stared at Sirius with a look of nothing less than longing.

Not because it was Sirius. No! It was because Sirius had nabbed the very last piece of treacle tart, leaving James without pudding.

Of course, he could have been mature about it. he could have even gone to the kitchens to get another one. But he instead chose to sit and pout.

He was quite happy with his choice, if he was honest. Fine to let Sirius feel guilty for the terribly traitorous act he'd committed.

But then a plate of his favorite dessert clanged down in front of him.

Astonished, James looked up only to see Regulus Black standing there.

"Don't make a big deal of this," Regulus mumbled before James could speak, and then quickly walked away.

And James smiled, far too happy about the little gesture from the boy he'd been pining after for weeks.

"We laughed. And there, magically connected, we stayed talking for hours."