MEOWCAW

1.Luis and Red are always holding hands... like, all the time.

2.Whenever he gets the chance, Luis loves cooking for Red.

3.Luis was the one who asked Red to be his girlfriend.

4.Red's favorite places to kiss Luis are his neck and just below his ear.

5.Luis's favorite places to kiss Red are her lips and her hands.

6.They love taking naps together after classes.

7.Luis's cousins found out he was dating a princess and never stopped teasing him about it.

8.Luis loves randomly whispering things that make Red turn the exact same shade as her hair.

9.Red secretly loves how effortlessly Luis can pick her up because she's so light.

Sirius: If you love me… you’ll let me win.

Remus, eye rolls: Fine.

ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE ARCADE:

Regulus: If you let me win, you don’t love me.

Lᴜɪs: “Yᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ sᴛʀᴏɴɢ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ.”

Rᴇᴅ: “…sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ʜᴀs ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ.”

Lᴜɪs: “Nᴏᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ.”

Sirius: I waited for 3 and half years evil twink did it in one week

Sirius: I SAID I WAITED FOR 3 AND A HALF YEARS EVIL TWINK DID IT IN ONE WEEK

Regulus: 😛 ₛₖᵢₗₗ ᵢₛₛᵤₑ

James: ☺️

“I bloody hate him,” Regulus muttered, eyes narrowed as he stood in the stands of the Quidditch Pitch, glaring at James Potter.

Dorcas who was next to him, shot him a shocked look. “Who, Potter? Thought you were over all that since you, y’know…” she trailed off, smirking a bit.

“Got under him,” Barty Crouch finished with a waggle of his eyebrows, elbowing Evan Rosier and high-fiving him.

“Fuck off, I did not,” Regulus muttered as he flushed pink.

“Snogged the hell out of him in our dorm room yesterday though,” Barty murmured, snorting when Regulus pulled out his wand and pointed it in his direction.

“S’not that I hate him anymore,” he begrudgingly agreed, sighing and glancing again in James’s direction. “S’just…”

And at that exact moment, James flew near them, slowing his broom and yanking his shirt upward to wick sweat from his brow, revealing far too much of his sculpted abdomen to be appropriate for a school setting. Then, he shot a wink at Regulus before speeding off again.

Regulus, as well as several nearby onlookers, groaned. He shot them looks that could kill. “That,” he told his friends, looking back towards them. “He’s far too attractive for his own good. I hate it.”

Then, before anyone could say another word, Marlene McKinnon shot by in the air, arching off her broom to hit a bludger with her bat with a loud crack, causing it to sail in the opposite direction. 

jegulus would melt into each other if physics allowed it

anyway, now he can't help the memory coming back whenever the male lead grabs his partner's face in his hands, it's actually a problem. so he'll listen to dorcas' just kiss someone else, that way those bastards won't be your only reference. dorcas is always right, maybe it could work. the issue now is where in earth does he get someone to kiss him?

he'll figure it out tomorrow. now, dinner is ready and he'll do pretty much anything to get his mind off the book’s happenings for a bit. regulus came in later than usual, the great hall is filled and it's kind of hard to walk through the sea of people, so he bumps into someone's back. shit, a gryffindo— oh hi reg, are you looking for sirius?

regulus stares into james potters' eyes, the boyish grin, he ponders. do the cons outdo the pros in this situation? would the consequences be worth it? hmm. james calls his name a second time and waits patiently, after a couple of seconds without response his eyes wander around nervously.

would you like to kiss me? he finds himself asking, in the middle of a crowded room, with his friends waiting for him at his house's table and his older brother looking at him curiously from across the hall.

james blinks once, twice, three and four times. he clears his throat and sorry, don't think i caught that right? it sounds out of breath, regulus can't tell if it's a good or bad sign.

regulus repeats himself, not sure what's so difficult about a yes or no answer. he continues with i need, um— experience, regulus feels a growing blush at that, definitely not a good sign.

experience. james calls, it's then when regulus catches the deep crimson around the older's cheeks, nose, neck? merlin, it's everywhere. is it really that embarrassing to be asked for a kiss by regulus? well then.

right. i apologize for asking that was— hands wrap around regulus' neck to pull him up. he can't do much but melt into james' embrace and take his kiss.

regulus blinks, he expected james to kiss like he does pretty much anything else, big, loud, unapologetic, and without holding back. but this kiss is tender, a tentative brush of the lips, almost fragile, and he holds regulus like he's made out of glass, like he's sad it has to end. frankly, it's sweet.

james pulls back and stares into regulus eyes, searching. he's shaking, regulus notices, and it takes until his feet meet the ground again to recover from whatever spell this man has put him through, actually— he's not sure it's over quite yet.

was that 'experience' enough? james rasps, brown eyes now glued to regulus' lips. he snakes both hands up the taller's back to mirror the ones still holding his jaw, relishing in the shivers he feels erupting. regulus stares into james potters' eyes again, the slightly bruised lips, he ponders.