#25 days of Jegumas

[marauders-brain-rot]

Jegumas - Day 18: Stories - 626 words - @noblehouseofgay

Harry was refusing to sleep, he was too excited for the next morning when he would get to see his uncles Pad and Moon (he was still struggling with some sounds and most names ended up coming out shortened or different) to help them pick out a tree for their place. Sirius wanted a real tree, he was absolutely determined to have one this Christmas for whatever reason. Regulus on the other hand wouldn’t allow one in the house because of all the upkeep and mess. Instead he’d opted for a fake tree enchanted to look and smell real, ‘because we have class’ he’d said. 

Regardless, their son was beyond excited at the prospect of picking out a tree, cutting it down and bringing it home to decorate and was refusing sleep. They’d tried everything to convince him, they’d told him it would come sooner if he slept, they’d tried a glass of warm milk, they’d even tried driving around the block a few times to look at Christmas lights (which usually put Harry to sleep within two streets), but he was holding out. They’d finally managed to get him into bed but now he was demanding stories. 

“Papa, tory,” he demanded as Regulus sat at the edge of his bed. 

“Another story, little star?” He cooed, happy to indulge his son. He’d never tell James, though he was sure he knew, that difficult bedtimes were somehow Regulus’s favorite. 

“Pwease,” he pouted adorably. 

“Fine, one more story little one and then off to the skies with you,” he acquiesced as he always did. “What story do you want?” 

“Dada!” He exclaimed, wiggling excitedly. He wasn’t sure how, but one night Regulus had told Harry how he and James had met and since then it had become his favorite bedtime story. 

“All right, settle in,” he hummed happily as he fixed the blankets around the small boy. “It all started because of your uncle Padfoot.”

He told the story of the day he’d first met James and how he’d already decided he didn’t like him, but how over time and through the years he realized that hadn’t been true at all. He whispered secrets to the boy of how he’d tried for ages to figure out what was so special about James Potter of all people that eventually he realized he was special to him too. By the time he was finished Harry’s eyes were long since shut and small snores were falling from his lips. Regulus smiled softly at his son, kissing his forehead gently before standing to leave the room and seeing his husband standing there, his hand to his mouth and tears in his eyes. 

“How long have you been there?” He asked quietly as he got closer, a questioning brow quirked. 

“Long enough to know that you think I’m special,” he smirked, reaching his hand out to grab Regulus’s when he was close enough. 

“I married you, of course I think you’re special,” he scoffed, trying to brush off what he’d said as James pulled him against his chest. 

“You had a crush on me,” he smiled softly, cupping Regulus’s face in one hand. 

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, I hated you for years,” he rolled his eyes even as he melted into James’s touch. 

“And I loved you enough for the both of us,” he bent down and kissed him softly then, it was sweet and full of all the love they felt between them. “Let’s go to bed, love.”

He led them to their room where they fell into bed, locked together in a loving embrace. The following morning Harry would go with his uncles leaving James and Regulus alone, Regulus was already planning on how they would spend that time. 

[ultravioletbrit]

“allergic” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 543 words

“buying gifts” - 25 Days of Jegumas - Day 4 - @noblehouseofgay

“It’s not that I’m bad at buying gifts. It’s just that James is so good at it. And I really want to get him something special, I just don’t know what that is.” Regulus is sitting on Barty’s couch and drops his head in his hands.  

“We could just go to the mall and walk around and see if you get any—" Barty starts to suggest.

“No!” Regulus cuts him off firmly. “We are not going to the mall.”   

“Oh, sorry, I forgot you’re allergic to social interaction.” Barty says sarcastically.  

“You say that like it’s not true. I would break out in hives, and you know it.” Regulus tells him. “Plus, the mall this time of year sounds like my worst nightmare… and yours.”

“Okay, fair point.” Barty agrees.

“And I don’t think I would find anything there anyway. Nothing that would be good enough.” Regulus sighs.

Barty flops down on the couch, clearly done with this conversation. “Just sign him up for a Wine of the Month Club and be done with it.”

“What the hell is a Wine of the Month Club?” Regulus asks.

“I don’t know. I guess they send you different wines every month so you can try ones you’ve never had.”

Regulus looks at him incredulously for a moment. “That sounds ridiculous.” He says dryly and Barty just shrugs. “You are no help at all.”

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Regulus is sitting on the floor in front of James biting his lip nervously as he watches James read the card he gave him. James furrows his eyebrows slightly then slowly looks up at Regulus.

“Love… I’m not sure what a Date of the Month Club is?” James asks gently.  

“It’s a stupid name, I know. But I couldn’t think of anything else to call it.” Regulus say quickly.

“Okay.” James chuckles fondly. “But I still don’t know what it is?”

Regulus is quiet for a moment but eventually he takes a deep breath and says, “Okay, so next year, once a month, every month, I’m going to take you on a surprise date and each one is going to be something we’ve never done before, so we can… try new things together.” Regulus explains hesitantly, avoiding eye contact with James. With every word he says he’s becoming more and more anxious as he realizes this was a ridiculous idea.  

Evidently, James feels the same way because he hasn’t said a word and just keeps looking from the card to Regulus and back again. After a long moment, Regulus can’t take the silence anymore.

“I’m sorry.” He blurts out. “Is this stupid? This is stupid. I’m sorry. It’s ridiculous. I know it’s—"

“I love you, so much.” James says slowly cutting off Regulus’ rambling.

“What?” Regulus finally makes eye contact with James.

“This is amazing!” He tells Regulus. “This is so cool! Oh, I am so excited! We are going to have so much fun!—” Now it’s James’ turn to ramble.

“Really? You like it?” Regulus asks quietly.

“Reg…” James reaches out and pulls Regulus onto his lap, wrapping his arms around his waist. “I love this.” James leans in and kisses Regulus. James pulls back to look into Regulus’s eyes. “Thank you.” He whispers.

Regulus has a small, sheepish smile when he whispers, “You’re welcome.”   �� -

[noblehouseofgay]

Christmas came early this year!!

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To celebrate 600 followers (truly I don't know why there's so many of you), I present to you:

25 days of Jegumas!!

A prompt list for December 1st to 25th!! I'm posting it today so you have a month to start preparing and getting into the holiday spirit!

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The rules are very simple:

- you can submit pretty much anything as long as it goes along with the prompt. I want to see whatever you come up with! Art, writing, headcannons, whatever!

- make sure to put what prompt/day your submission is for on your post and make sure to tag it with any warnings it may need (nsfw, trigger warnings, etc)

- obviously it has to be jegulus centric but you can include whatever and whoever else you want

- it doesn't have to be just Christmas! Feel free to include other holidays in your work! We're all about diversity and inclusion!

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See you all this December <333

[bradleysass]

Baking - @noblehouseofgay - word count: 567 - 25 Days of Jegumas

Regulus Black stood in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, a streak of flour smudged across his cheek, and an expression of intense concentration on his face. The recipe book lay open in front of him, a little dusted with flour itself, its elegant cursive handwriting giving instructions for a chocolate torte. It had been his mother’s recipe—one of the few pleasant memories Regulus had from his childhood. But as he tried to fold the whipped egg whites into the melted chocolate mixture, he couldn’t help but feel slightly overwhelmed.

“You know, you’re adorable when you’re trying too hard,” came a teasing voice from behind him. James Potter leaned against the doorframe, his messy hair sticking up in all directions and his signature grin lighting up the room. He had flour on his glasses from his earlier attempt to "help," which had ended with an explosion of ingredients and an apologetic shrug from him.

Regulus turned, narrowing his eyes. “If you’re just going to stand there and make fun of me, you can leave.”

James held up his hands in mock surrender. “I’m here to help. Swear on…” he looked around, “this slightly singed whisk.” He picked up the whisk Regulus had discarded earlier when James’s idea of “fast whipping” had resulted in a minor kitchen disaster.

Regulus’s lips twitched, but he managed to suppress the smile. “Fine. But follow my instructions this time. Precisely. No improvising.”

“Scout’s honor,” James said solemnly, though his grin widened when Regulus rolled his eyes.

Together, they worked on the torte. Regulus barked instructions like a drill sergeant, and James—despite his usual tendency to joke around—did his best to obey. When it came time to pour the batter into the pan, James nudged Regulus aside.

“Let me do this part,” he said. “I’m good at pouring things. You know, butterbeer, firewhisky…”

“Pour it evenly, Potter,” Regulus snapped, but there was no real malice in his tone.

James did as instructed, humming a tune as he tilted the bowl carefully. When he was done, he looked at Regulus with a triumphant expression. “Perfect, if I do say so myself.”

Regulus inspected the pan critically, then gave a reluctant nod. “It’ll do.”

As the torte baked, the two cleaned up the kitchen—or rather, Regulus cleaned, and James tried to clean but ended up creating more mess. At one point, James flicked a bit of soap suds at Regulus, who retaliated by smearing a dollop of frosting across James’s nose.

By the time the timer went off, they were both laughing, Regulus’s usually pristine hair slightly disheveled, and James’s face streaked with frosting and flour.

When the torte finally cooled, Regulus carefully removed it from the pan and dusted it with powdered sugar. James’s mouth watered as he watched, and he didn’t wait for Regulus’s permission before grabbing a fork and digging in.

“Merlin, that’s good,” James said around a mouthful.

Regulus huffed, though his cheeks were faintly pink. “Of course it is. I made it.”

James leaned over, pressing a quick kiss to Regulus’s flour-dusted cheek. “You’re brilliant, you know that?”

Regulus rolled his eyes but couldn’t quite hide the small smile that crept onto his face. “You’re insufferable.”

“And you love it,” James said confidently, taking another bite of the torte.

Regulus didn’t respond, but the way his smile lingered suggested that James might be right.

[astronomyth-art]

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25 days of Jegumas day 13: party - @noblehouseofgay

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Reindeer

Jegumas Day 3 - @noblehouseofgay - 324 words

“I hate you,” Regulus bites out as he looks in the mirror, adjusting his fake beard. 

“You look beautiful, love,” James says sincerely. 

“Look at my stomach, James!” 

He gasps, “Are you insinuating that fat people can’t be beautiful?” 

Regulus sighs, “You know that’s not what I meant.” 

“I know.” James wraps his arms around his husband, resting his chin on his shoulder and locking eyes with him through their reflection. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” 

“No, I want to. For Harry.” 

“You sure?” 

“Let’s just do this before I change my mind, alright?” 

James grabs Reggie’s gloved hand, kissing it softly as he murmurs, “I love you,” and leads him to the garden, covered in a small layer of snow which is sure to increase as the month progresses. He calls out to Harry and turns into Prongs, allowing Regulus to place a glowing red ball on his nose. Lily leads their son outside, who lets out an excited shriek when he sees them. 

“Mummy, look! Santa! Rudolph!” 

He runs towards them, hugging Regulus’ - or Santa’s - leg, explaining that he’s been good all year (debatable) and everything that he wants for Christmas. Soon his attention turns to Prongs. “Can I pet him?” he asks hesitantly. 

Regulus puts on the best jovial voice he can manage, “Why of course you can, little one.” 

Despite the many times he’s been around Prongs, Rudolph is a completely different animal in his eyes, so he is careful when he reaches out, but it doesn’t take long for him to be petting and hugging him too. “Who’s a good reindeer?” 

“Want to ride him?” Regulus asks. 

Harry jumps up and down. “Yes, yes, yes!” 

Regulus laughs and though he may hate James for suggesting this, he can tell by the smile on his face that he doesn’t regret it. Nothing makes either of them happy more than their son’s joy. 

[moonydoodlez]

Snowball Fight - @noblehouseofgay - Word Count - 234 - 25 Days Of Jegumas

James and Sirius had been running around the yard throwing snow at each other for an hour now. Regulus was sat on a bench - one James had cleaned the snow off for him - for the entire time they had been doing this.

"You two are stupid" Regulus huffed out. His hands stuffed in his pockets trying to keep them warm as he sat there.

Regulus moved his hands and pulled them up to his mouth to blow warm air onto them. However Regulus had missed the look between the two boys. Missed the look of secret conspiring.

For someone who was always noticed everything, he also had missed the way the boys pat the snow into their hands and smirked toward Regulus.

"Why are you looking at me like that" Regulus asked, his head tilting to the right.

Suddenly multiple snowballs were barreling toward him. He tried to get up but instead got hit with multiple packs of snow on his arm. He let out a yelp, bending down to pick up his own pack of snow. Unlike them making sure it was stiff so it would hurt.

"Uh Oh Reg come on no" Sirius laughed backing up with his hands in the air like he was a criminal. "Hit James not me" He yelled as Regulus through the snowball at Sirius

James was manically laughing as Sirius rolled on the ground in dramatics.

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Diyas

A Christmas themed excerpt for @noblehouseofgay 25 Days of Jegulus. Day 17 - Candles

Diyas are small oil lamps with a cotton wick often used in South Asia during worship and religious ceremonies and are lit during the festival of Diwali to symbolize prosperity in the New Year.

James POV, fifth year/fourth year for Regulus Rating: Teen 576 words

There was a knock on the door and James said, “Eṉ��a?”

Effie poked her head round the door. “It is ready.”

James had to admit, he was a bit giddy. It was not often his parents surprised him like they used to when he was a child. Abandoning their pie plates on the floor, James and Regulus hurried to the door. 

The hall was dark and there were small flickering diyas all along the perimeter of the floor. James sucked in an excited breath. He was never home during Diwali, as it was celebrated at the end of October and beginning of November. In the past, they had gone to Madurai to celebrate James’ favorite Indian festival, the Festival of Lights. 

James walked to the living room and saw the furniture had been cleared away leaving a large open space for a huge rangoli display, a beautiful lotus with ample geometric designs. There were diyas all over the floor, as part of the rangoli and on the few remaining surfaces in the room. 

“It is for Regulus,” said Effie. Regulus was blinking very quickly and rubbed his nose. James grabbed his hand. 

“Thank you,” Regulus whispered.

“Traditionally, rangoli is done outside the entrance to a house and represents happiness, positivity, and liveliness. It welcomes the Hindu goddess Lakshmi, the goddess of wealth and good luck.”

Effie went to stand before Regulus and held out her hands. James let Regulus’ hand drop and watched his mother hold both of his boyfriend’s hands in hers. She was dressed in a deep purple sari, which had intricate gold embroidery on it. 

“Regulus, you are part of this family, as long as you want it. James loves you, and we love you.”

James looked over and watched a tear track down Regulus’ cheek. Regulus couldn’t wipe it away as Effie was still holding both his hands. 

“You don’t even know me,” he whispered. 

“We know you. Sirius talks about growing up with you and James tells us about spending time with you at Hogwarts. We have had you in our home for five days now. I have watched James grow and mature as he has dated you. And to see the two of you together, you light each other up. So we wanted to give you some light of our own.”

Regulus didn’t say anything—just nodded—tears still flowing down his cheeks. Effie pulled him into a tight hug. James watched Regulus wipe at his cheeks over his Am’mā’s shoulders. 

Monty also wanted to hug Regulus, which Regulus permitted. 

“Thank you for being such a light in our son’s life,” said Monty as he released Regulus. And James caught his father’s eye, smiling shyly.  

They all sat down and soaked up the warmth from the tiny flickering lanterns, while James and Regulus exclaimed in awe over the intricate workmanship of the rangoli lotus. 

“Magic helps,” laughed Effie. “When I was a girl, my Am’mā made us daughters do it by hand until we were well into our school years. But I simply do not have that kind of time.”

“It is breathtaking, Effie,” said Regulus. “Can you leave it?”

Effie gave a sad smile, “It is only for tonight love. The short lived joys always leave the greatest impression. Because we know they are going to fade, our minds remember more of the details. Then we can keep coming back to the memory.”

 “I will remember this forever,” Regulus said softly.

...

This is an excerpt from the one-shot I posted today, in celebration of the holiday season. Happy Holidays All!

[thenerdwithadhdanddeppression]

Jegumas (day 2)

Regulus was drowning drowning drowning, the inferis claws on him. He couldn't think, couldn't even breath. God he was so stupid, how did he ever think this could work?

Then he saw a hand. His sun? God had James finally come for him? He reached out his numb finger tips, feeling warms hand grasp around it.

He erupted from the water, coughing and splattering and-

"James," it came out as a sob, a desperate plea. His sun had come for him. It had come to shine down its pleasant warmth, so who was he to avoid it?

"I'm here, love. I told you I'd come back for you" James had said, wrapping his strong arms around him. His voice sounded sniffly- God was he crying?

Regulus shakily looked up at him, using a trembling hand to wipe away his tears

"I-I'm sorry, Jamie- I should have never left your side , I should have never-" He was cut off by warm lips. He kissed him back. His Jamie was back, and he would never leave the light of the sun for the shadows again.

[marauders-brain-rot]

Jegumas - Day 19: xmas cards - 575 words - @noblehouseofgay

James, Regulus and Harry were sitting around the table making Christmas cards together. They were determined to let their son do as much as he could, which at almost a year and a half wasn’t much more than to spill glitter all over the place, but the three still had smiles plastered on their faces. They’d already gotten the cards done for James’s parents and were currently working on the ones for Remus and Sirius. 

“That looks very good Harry, who is that?” James asked, pointing to the glittery black blob on the cover of the card. 

“Foot!” Harry exclaimed excitedly, a look of pride on his face. 

“It looks just like him, he’ll love it,” Regulus answered with a smirk looking at the amorphous black blob of glitter on the page. He was responsible for writing the cards himself as he inarguably had the best handwriting out of the three of them, he’d learned calligraphy as a child and wouldn’t let James live down his lack of skill in that department. James was tasked with drawing the pictures on the cards and adding the glue where his son instructed so Harry could add glitter and color them in where he wanted. 

“Moon!” He exclaimed, pointing to the card James was currently drawing on. He’d drawn a large moon and a forest scene, right in front of the trees stood the four marauders in their animal forms. 

“Do you want glitter on the moon, little one?” He asked, showing the finished drawing to Harry. 

“Yes!” He exclaimed, clapping excitedly. James nodded before adding glue to the entirety of the moon as well as a few spots in the sky to be stars. He slid the card to his son who wasted no time in dumping silver glitter on the entirety of the page, despite the fact that there was only glue on the top. 

“Let me get the extra off for you so we can see your pretty card,” Regulus said with a soft laugh as he ruffled their son's curls. He delicately slid the card across the table before casting a drying spell on the glue and picking up the card to dump the extra glitter onto the table. James smiled fondly as he watched, shocked but thankful to see Regulus relaxed enough to make a mess, even one they could use magic to clean. When Regulus finally saw what was on the card, tears formed in his eyes. 

“You deserve to be with us, you’re part of us love,” James whispered softly. In the sky with the moon he’d dotted the constellations for Leo and Canis Major, the constellations that included two of the most important people in his life. 

“Pwetty?” Harry asked hopefully, his eyes shining as he bounced excitedly in his seat. 

“It’s very pretty my love,” Regulus assured him before turning the card so he could see to which their son excitedly clapped. 

The three of them sat together decorating cards for everyone they knew for hours, Harry loved the entire process and spent the entire time laughing and smiling as he bounced in his chair. James smiled with fondness as he looked over all of the finished cards, pieces of all three of them represented there. His favorite though, and he was sure it was Regulus’s favorite too, was the one they’d done for Remus where Regulus glittered in the sky next to his brother where he’d always belonged.

[noblehouseofgay]

Aaaaaa effieeeeee she's so sweet

Jegumas - Day 2 - cookies - @noblehouseofgay - word count: 313

"James, no! This is silly! James-!" Regulus protested in a whisper as his boyfriend walked determinedly through a hall, grinning and completely ignoring his pleas.

"Can't hear you, love!" was all he called as he continued to gently guide him.

James had been completely obsessed with this idea for days. Ever since he and Regulus had sat in front of the flickering fire of the Gryffindor Common room while talking about Christmas traditions, and Regulus had confessed he had never baked Christmas cookies before.

And now, somehow, Regulus found himself kidnapped snuck from Hogwarts Castle and Flooed to Potter Manor.

It wasn't that he was against cookies, per say. It was that now, he had to meet James's mother. And he was completely unprepared.

But it was far too late for that, he supposed, as James continued to lead him down a hall toward an admittedly lovely smell.

"Mum!" James called to a short, beautiful, long-haired woman as he burst through the door of a giant kitchen.

The woman lit up in a stunningly familiar smile. "James! What a surprise! I supposed I shouldn't ask how you got here, eh?"

"That'd be best," James chuckled, winking. "I remembered from your letter you said you'd be baking tonight while Dad was away. I thought you could use a few extra sets of hands. This is Regulus."

The woman's eyes turned toward Regulus, who blushed. "Hi, Mrs. Potter. I hope you don't mind our intrusion. I-"

But he found himself interrupted as he was swept into a bone-crushing hug.

"Call me Effie," Effie corrected him with a smile. "It's wonderful to meet you, Regulus. Thank you for making my son so happy."

Regulus smiled softly, glancing at James, who was blushing bright red.

"Now. James. Get this boy an apron!" Effie ordered, gesturing happily to Regulus and turning back to the dough she was mixing.

[noblehouseofgay]

Jegumas day 2- cookies

Super fucking short

Fluff

Jegulus, wolfstar, black brothers

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Regulus had organized all of the sprinkles, frosting, and cutters on the counter perfectly. Everything was in order and had a place to sit. He was quite proud of it actually.

This was his first Christmas sharing a home with James and he was sure to make it perfect. They would spend the day making cookies and decorating them, occasionally sneaking a taste here and there.

Or at least, that was the plan.

Because now Regulus stood in the kitchen with James, Sirius, and Remus. The floor was covered in sprinkles, someone had gotten frosting on the wall, and cutters were thrown all around.

And yet? Regulus could only laugh. Today didn't have to be picture perfect. It was perfect enough being with his husband at all. Anything with James was everything he wanted and more.

[bradleysass]

Mistletoe Kiss - @noblehouseofgay - word count: 862 - 25 Days of Jegumas

James Potter was nothing if not determined. He had spent the entire day buzzing with barely contained excitement, his hazel eyes flicking repeatedly toward the grand entrance of the Great Hall. The doorway was decked in festive garlands of holly and ivy, glittering enchantments making them shimmer like freshly fallen snow. Hidden among the greenery, thanks to a bit of strategic wandwork, was a sprig of mistletoe—a very specific sprig that James had placed himself.

He’d spent the previous evening meticulously planning the perfect moment. It was foolproof, really. Regulus Black, his favorite distraction and the one person who managed to simultaneously irritate and captivate him, would walk into the Great Hall for dinner, as he always did. James would be waiting, leaning casually against the doorway like he hadn’t been checking his watch every five minutes since noon. And when Regulus stepped beneath the mistletoe? Well, that’s when James would make his move.

Except Regulus was proving to be far more elusive than James had anticipated.

Breakfast had been a bust. James had bounded into the Great Hall early, practically glowing with anticipation, only to realize after twenty minutes of loitering that Regulus wasn’t coming. “Light studying,” a passing Slytherin had muttered when James finally asked.

Lunch had been even worse. James had positioned himself near the doorway, looking the epitome of casual cool as he leaned against the wall. But when he saw Barty Crouch Jr. exiting alone, James stopped him with a grin. “Where’s your shadow?” he asked, only half-joking.

“Regulus? Oh, some excuse about needing to prep for tomorrow’s Potions exam,” Barty replied with an exaggerated eye-roll.

James groaned audibly, slumping back against the wall as Barty sauntered off.

And so, dinner had become James’s last stand. Surely, Regulus couldn’t skip all three meals. Even the most studious Black had to eat eventually, right?

The Great Hall was lively, filled with chatter and laughter. The Gryffindor table was abuzz with talk of holiday plans, but James’s attention was firmly fixed on the entrance. Sirius, seated beside him, nudged him with an elbow. “You look like you’re waiting for your knight in shining armor,” Sirius teased, his grin all too knowing.

“Shut up,” James muttered, though his cheeks flushed a shade that betrayed him.

The doors opened. James sat up straighter, his heart doing an embarrassing little flip. But it was just a group of Ravenclaws entering together, none of them remotely resembling the wiry, sharp-featured Slytherin James had been waiting for.

“You know, Prongs,” Sirius began, his tone maddeningly casual, “you could always just go find him instead of lurking like a lovesick—”

“Shut it, Padfoot,” James hissed, his eyes still glued to the entrance.

Finally, when James had nearly resigned himself to another missed opportunity, the doors opened again. And there he was. Regulus Black stepped inside, his movements as fluid and graceful as ever, his dark hair slightly mussed in a way that made James’s breath catch. He looked up briefly, his stormy gray eyes scanning the room before landing on James.

For a moment, they simply stared at each other. James felt a grin tugging at his lips, the corners of his mouth curling upward in a way he couldn’t suppress if he tried. Regulus, on the other hand, raised an eyebrow, his expression hovering somewhere between curiosity and exasperation.

James pushed back his chair and stood, making his way toward the doorway with the kind of swagger he hoped looked effortless. Regulus didn’t move, watching him approach with a mix of wariness and—was that amusement?

“Fancy seeing you here, Reggie,” James drawled, coming to a stop directly in front of him.

“It is a dining hall, Potter,” Regulus replied dryly. “Where else would I be?”

James’s grin widened. “Oh, I don’t know. Hiding in the library, maybe? Dodging me at every meal?”

Regulus’s lips twitched, the faintest hint of a smirk forming. “Dodging you? Don’t flatter yourself.”

James glanced upward, feigning nonchalance. “Oh, look at that,” he said, pointing to the mistletoe above them. “What are the odds?”

Regulus followed his gaze, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in the enchanted sprig. When his gaze returned to James, there was a spark of realization—and perhaps a touch of amusement. “You’re insufferable,” he muttered.

“Maybe,” James agreed, stepping just a little closer. “But you’re standing under mistletoe, Reggie. Rules are rules.”

For a moment, Regulus didn’t move. James could see the internal debate playing out behind those piercing gray eyes. Then, to James’s immense delight, Regulus tilted his head slightly, his smirk deepening.

“Fine,” Regulus said softly. And before James could process what was happening, Regulus leaned in, closing the distance between them.

The kiss was brief but electric, leaving James momentarily stunned. When Regulus pulled back, there was a faint flush on his pale cheeks, though his expression remained composed.

“Happy now?” Regulus asked, arching an eyebrow.

James grinned, his heart hammering in his chest. “Ecstatic.”

Regulus rolled his eyes, but there was a hint of a smile tugging at his lips as he stepped past James and into the hall. James watched him go, already planning his next move.

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Jegumas day 3: reindeer @noblehouseofgay

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James was sat in the living room, barely paying attention to whatever Christmas movie marathon Regulus put on to distract him as he worked in his Potions room James built special for him.

So, James sat, half asleep on the couch and bored out of his mind, decided to maybe pay a little bit of attention. He fixes his glasses and sits upright. A short animated film of Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer is playing. James furrows his brows in interest, slowly reaching over to call Sirius.

“Hey, Pads… can you come over real quick?” James asks hesitantly, pausing the short film on a scene with a close up of Rudolph.

“Yeah, Prongs? Is something the matter?” Sirius’ voice sounds from over the phone

“No, but I got a really good idea and it’d piss off your brother,” James replies with a growing smile. He can practically hear how Sirius leaps up, eager with the opportunity to fuck with Regulus.

“I’ll be there in 5,”

“Bring something red, round, and the size of your palm. The shinier the better,” James says excitedly.

Less than 5 minutes later, Sirius is creeping through the door, careful to not alert Regulus, even though the Potions room is soundproof inside and out. Sirius pulls out a shiny red rubber ball and throws it to James.

“Perfect. Right, see that deer on the telly? Yeah, it’s name is Rudolph, it’s a muggle reindeer tale. So when I turn into a stag and all, you’re gonna magick the ball onto my nose so I look like Rudolph, and then you’ll call Reg out and he’ll be so confused,” James explains, hands moving animatedly, gesticulating heavily as he talks. Sirius nods along excitedly, waiting for James to transform.

Sirius grabs the ball, casting a temporary sticking charm to the ball as James turns into a stag. Sirius carefully places the ball on James nose, calling out “Regulussss!! Come down here!”

Regulus emerges from the Potions room, stopping at the top of the stairway as he catches sight of James in his stag form.

“What… the fuck… is this?”