"Your Tunes Do Not Bring Me Joy, Calypso"

it’s a wrap!!

fight, little wolf!

how about a kiss for good luck?

James going for an eye exam/checkup and the optometrist is some new young guy who’s all stone-faced business, barely looking at him, flipping through paper work, “are you having any problems with your current glasses,” etc and James is just stumbling over his words practically drooling at this man and also flirting unashamedly with terribly cheesy lines. Something about “the eyes are the windows to the soul you know? see anything you like in mine?” and reg’s just like “well your vision sucks so they’re pretty shit windows if you ask me” and then he watches James’ pupils dilate cartoonishly in response and is like where did this man come from and why does he clearly have a degradation kink of some sort. And then he does the thing where he makes James look at him while he moves his finger back and forth to test his peripheral vision or whatever but James keeps accidentally following his hand instead of looking straight ahead because he’s getting distracted by all the rings and picturing how they’d feel on him and and Regulus is like “please for the love of god just look at me” and James is like “oh I’ve been” and then he finally averts his attention from his hands but now he’s just staring into his eyes, jaw slack, down bad and regulus is like “okay can you see my finger still. Mr. Potter. Mr. Potter are you listening to me.” and James is just mumbling “oh I’m listening baby I’m all ears” and it’s the longest fucking checkup regulus has ever had to give but he secretly doesn’t actually mind at all

Jegulus Valentines special 🍫

I NEED. I NEED Remus and Regulus to have to the same unhealthy level of codependency that James and Sirius do. I need it viscerally. I need them looking for each other in empty rooms, I need them finishing each other’s sentences. I need them sharing books and sweaters and stationeries until they don’t even know who the original is. I need them instinctively brushing shoulders, brushing hands and noses and I need them tangled up in the same bed, breathing in sync. I need them touching all of the time because they can’t bear to be away from the platonic other half of their soul.

A little prequel to what i want to do ;))

The red that binds our fate

Remus: James have you ever won an argument with Regulus.

James: We never argue. He speaks French and I shut up.