James Worshipping Regulus Will Always Be My Favourite Jegulus Dynamic. James Buying Everything Regulus

crazy little thing called love

"Would you all stop teasing me? This is a very serious matter for me!" James had said.

That was five minutes ago. Now Sirius has root beer trailing down his nose down to his neck while Remus was just silently holding his laughter.

About three hours ago, James had brought him, Padfoot, and Wormtail to The Three Broomsticks, saying he had a very serious matter to discuss. Everybody was being their normal self – well – everybody except James. Peter was worried for James, repeatedly asking "What is it?" over and over and over until the words seem to have turned alien to Remus. Sirius on the other hand was laughing all the way here, telling his mate to "Relax, I'm pretty sure you're just being overdramatic. And we all know I'm nothing if not dramatic. So, as the muggles say, chill, Prongs."

The next hour consists of a blur of butterbeer, root beer, and whisky. Usually, Remus would hold himself back and not drink too much alcohol. But it's been more than a week since the full moon and his hip was still screaming every time he slightly moves around. A little alcohol doesn't hurt anybody, does it? he thought.

In the middle of telling a story about how he's finally mastered the art of eyeliner, Sirius was interrupted by James who cleared his throat after being silent for the whole hour.

"I have an announcement to make," said James. HIs voice was odd. It was high-pitched and all over the place. Not very James-like really.

Sirius just stopped mid-sentence. "Breaking news, lads. Our best friends Prongsie here has finally learned how to speak again. Astonishing!"

Remus found himself rolling his eyes. Though he thought it was unusual that James was acting like this. Where was the overconfident jock he was this morning? He wasn't only acting strange since the trip here. He barely said a word at dinner. Only muttered 'nice' once and smiled to himself while the others were rambling on and on about their day. No, he was acting strange even before that. It was really after Potions, when the fifth year Gryffindors had a class with the fourth year Slytherins. Normally, James would partner up with Sirius, but this time, he immediately ran to Regulus' table.

Oh. Oh.

Remus isn't an idiot. He's seen how James always seem to want to get closer to Regulus, no matter how much he pushes him away. He's seen the way they look at each other. It's the same way he and Sirius used to stare at each other when the other wasn't looking. They still do that now, only when they lock eyes, they don't break the eye contact and instead smile at each other.

James might've not told Remus about how he fancies Sirius' little brother, but he's also heard how Regulus talks about him. How Reg always seem to be mean to James, but smile to himself when he thinks nobody else is looking.

Remus realizes what's coming up and he finally understands why James had been acting so weird.

"Go ahead, Prongs. We're sure it's not that bad." Remus had spilled out. "Whatever it is, we'll support you no matter what." He was lying. He didn't know if Sirius was going to like the news or not. What he knew though, was that James was Sirius' soulmate and even if he didn't accept it at first, Sirius would come to his senses and accept that it isn't really that bad.

"Yeah, go ahead, Jamie" said Sirius in between giggles. He hasn't seen his Moony this serious since forever. Not to mention the fact that he hasn't been this drunk since forever. Everything was a haze and Sirius could barely see James without nearly squinting his eye shut.

James took a deep breath. "Here goes nothing. All right, so... uh... you know Regulus right?" No, we don't, Remus wanted to say. Instead, he said "Yeah, go on." He could see Sirius clinging onto Peter while grinning like a huge dork. That Sirius black grin.

"Yeah! So, you and Padfoot, right? You guys are, well, together. Me and, shit how do I say this, well so, Reggie and I are like you guys now, basically" James was trying to speed up the process, but every time he tried to talk it all just came out in a jumbled mess. "Hey, Pads, care for another beer?"

Secret's out.

Remus could see that everyone is trying to wrap their head around what just happened. Peter's face dropped and he's currently staring at James, not saying a word. Sirius also seem to be processing the situation, albeit a little slowly. How drunk is he, really?

"Woah, woah, back the fuck up! So, you're saying that you, James Fleamont Potter, are dating my brother, Regulus Arcturus Black?" Sirius said. Well, more like shouted. "Like dating dating? As in 'I love you' dating?"

Let's not act like this is not what Remus had expected. There are only two outcomes from this. Either Sirius storms off, or, well, he doesn't really know what the other option is. Sirius doesn't seem like the type to lecture James about treating his brother right.

After a long, awkward silence, James finally muttered a quiet "Yeah." By now, Sirius has sat back down in his chair.

Shit, Remus thought.

After yet another awkward silence, Sirius looks at James in the eyes. Shiiiitt.

"James, do you love him?" "Huh?" "Do you love him, Regulus?" "Well yeah, I mean, I don't really know what love technically means but if I were to explain it, I would say that I love him." "Alright." Sirius turned to the bartender and asked for another bottle of beer.

That was it? James seems to be thinking the same thing. "What do you mean alright, Sirius?" He chuckled, "I mean alright. I trust you enough to know that you won't break his heart, which if you do, you won't live to see another day. But I haven't been blind, Prongs. I've seen the way you both are like when you're together."

"Plus, you're madly in loooooooooooove" Padfoot said. "He's in love, Moony, you hear that? Our James has grown up quickly."

Oh, so he isn't mad? Thank Merlin.

Remus smiled. "Oh, he's in love, all right. He loooooooooooves our dear old Regulus!" By now, Peter's woken up and decided to tease James as well. "It's a crazy little thing called love!" Peter sang.

"Don't laugh! I was genuinely terrified of what Padfoot was gonna say!" James said. Come to think of it, it was rather funny how he was all stammer and stutter a few minutes ago.

"This thing, called love," Sirius stood up and reached for Remus' hand, pulling him down from his chair. "I just can't handle it" Remus twirled him around like a ballerina.

"Crazy little thing called love," Remus muttered, then pulled Sirius close. And their lips met. For a moment, nothing else mattered. All sound has gone silent and all that Remus could think about was Sirius Orion.

"Oi! Stop stealing my moment!" he'd heard James mutter in the background. Remus couldn't care less. He could feel Sirius smiling into the kiss, which just made him pull him harder onto him.

Remus didn't know what love meant as well. He's read books, but they didn't nearly prepare him enough for what it actually felt like. Love is Sirius. Love is his Padfoot.

He pulled away from the kiss, but couldn't find the need to look anywhere else other than Sirius' eyes.

"I love you" His voice was close to a whisper.

"I love you most" Sirius muttered.

"Lads! We're still here! Don't leave me and Pete hanging like this, will ya?" James said, clapping his hands to regain their attention.

"Look, Moony, that's our looover boy," Sirius chuckled. Remus could only smile.

James shook his head. He actually looks frustrated. It makes everything all the more funnier.

"Would you all stop teasing me? This is a very serious matter for me!" James said.

Stop. No. Don't do it. Remus wanted to say. But he was too late.

"No! You're James, I'm Sirius!"

The most overtold joke in the history of jokes. For some reason, Remus though it was the most hilarious thing he's ever heard. He has heard Sirius use that joke, over and over and over again. But for once it actually seems to be funny.

It was most likely James' reaction that made Remus double over in laughter. He looks so tired of that joke. To the point where he could only close his eyes and exhale.

But that's not the thing that made Sirius laugh. No, it was Remus doubling over in laughter, which then caused his arse to bump into Peter, who fell onto the bar and landed in one of those stacks made out of shot glasses, causing the whole structure to topple over and the glasses to shatter all across the floor.

This time, it was Sirius' turn to laugh while Remus and Peter stood in horror.

"Oh no" was the only thing he could muster up. He could hear Sirius slapping James shoulder behind him while laughing, or more likely sobbing.

He turned around to face them, only to find that there was root beer running down Sirius' nose, down onto his neck and spreading all over his shirt. That's hot, he immediately thought before bursting into laughter again. Leaving Peter to face with the mess they made.

p.s this was just a fun little thing that i wanted to try out. i had an idea and it just came onto life. i had a lot of fun writing this and might try writing more in the future. apologies for grammar mistakes, english isn't my first language. hope you liked it <3

People have the audacity to say they weren't fucking.

i hate the fact that the idea of opening up to someone, of asking for help, makes me sick to the stomach.

"'i love you. i have always love you.' that sentence wasn't grammatically correct. but it was right. because saying loved just felt wrong."

- something i wrote recently

pining...... so much pining.........

regulus "oh, please, don't drop me home, because it's not my home, it's their home and i'm welcome no more" arcturus black except he's talking about himself and what he means by "their" is pre-transition regulus who is the only version of him his parents will accept. he feels like a coward for not being able to stand up for himself, to not be able to leave it all like sirius did and he feels unwelcome in his own skin and he hates the way he looks in his house because "why did i have to transition?" and-

welcome to the marauders fandom <3

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