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Regulus: Really? You were in mine too.

James beaming: In mine we lived on a farm with six kids and a pet unicorn.

Regulus:

James: What about yours?

I’m not sure when I’ll post, just really when I feel like it.

An AU where the marauders fix themselves.

See, The Marauders were canonically bullies who bullied Snape. I'd like to see an AU where at least Sirius fixes himself. It would be interesting to see how that would change the storyline of the HP universe.

I might write it myself....

oh my god you GENIUS!

That would be so cool! Because if the marauders didn't bully Snape, or didn't (potentially) belittle Peter, maybe things turned out differently? Maybe Snape could have saved James and Lily, maybe Peter never joined the death eaters, MAYBE Regulus never joined the dark lord - instead joining the order and helped fight against him.

The whole universe would just change EVERYTHING.

Ice skating AU, part 10!!

August 18th - words: 399

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James' regular Sunday could go many ways, sometimes he would go out with his friends, sometimes a family dinner, or an early night and he'd finish his day off with some selfcare. But never in the history man, was James Potter found reading a book unless he downright had to - and this wasn't a short occurrence.

He would like to say he's not got a clue what's happening to him, but that's a lie, he has a very clear answer dancing around in his head like an angel themself. Spinning and soft touches, swift swipes of his sharp grey eyes and sparkling glints that decorated his sinful fingers that James just wanted to touch, feel, touch, hold-

Regulus.

So that is why he was curled up at 9PM, warm and cosy under a thin blanket, cup of tea rested on his bedside table - steam flowing out of the top in white whisps as it cooled down. And of course a book - Little Women specifically. He usually would've watched the movie and forgot about the book, but Regulus went on a full rant about how books are such unique literature that movies could just never do them justice. 

It was adorable.

The book that Regulus had given him was actually his own copy, James wasn't sure if it was on purpose or not, but the snarky little notes in the margin made him laugh and add that sweet splash of Regulus into whatever words were flooding into his curious eyes. 

Adjusting the gold frames around his eyes as they slipped down his nose, he offered a glance towards his digital clock that stood glowing on his nightstand - a big 21:32 illuminated on the front of the stark black background. Now turning his eyes back to his book, he'd read about a quarter of it; give or take. 

So he slowly took a sip of his now cooled down tea before promising himself that he'd finish the book tonight, then he'd catch a ride with his mum to their ice skating session, admire Regulus from afar because he was far too scared to fly to close to the sun and have those icy eyes burn him to the bone. And maybe if his ego is big enough to push him forward, he'd offer his opinion on the book in passing.

Solid plan.

A breath sucks in through his lips, and now out slowly.