#Dressed

[lorenzonuti]

Fujiko Mine (03).

[caughtmyeyesblog]

Flowers and reading

[lezbiloved]

[wisedelusionalmarshmallow]

@rosekillermicrofic, September 3rd - Dressed, T, Word Count - 472

can be read as part 2 to Dust

Regulus was frustratedly muttering something to Barty, but he wasn’t really listening right now. Too distracted by the events that led him here tonight, with Regulus sitting in front of him and angrily flipping through a spellbook he borrowed from the library. 

What was supposed to be a quick visit to the library to find a book for potions turned into a pretty interesting trip when he found one of his best mates snogging a certain Gryffindor.

The only thing that pulls him out of his thoughts is a knock on the door. “Can I come in?” Evan asks, presumably here to get his book.

“Er… I’m not dressed,” Regulus quickly says, flipping through the pages faster, trying to find a spell to hide the bruises all over his neck.

Barty can almost see the way Evan pauses and furrows his brows behind the door. “Okay? That’s never been an issue before.”

Deciding to clear up some confusion and be a little shit, Barty pipes up. “He’s got hickies!”

“What!?” Evan exclaims from outside the dorm.

Shooting Barty a glare, Regulus angrily whispers to him. “Why would you say anything!?”

“Whoops,” he smirks, leaning back onto his bed.

“I’m coming in,” Evan announces, leaving no room for argument.

In a last-ditch attempt to hide the marks—even though everyone already knows about them—Regulus pulls a random scarf from his trunk and ties it around his neck. Not realizing that it was James’ until he saw Evan enter the room and burst out into laughter.

“Not dressed my ass.” He closes the door and sits next to Regulus, who buries his head in his hands. Embarrassed enough to turn the colour of the scarf, but smitten enough to then only focus on how it still smells like his boyfriend.

“Shut up,” he says through clenched teeth. Of course, Evan doesn’t listen, deciding to ask another question. "Wait, so who—?”

“Potter,” Barty answers, all too happily. This just causes Evan to laugh even louder. “Your brother’s friend? You’re fucked, mate.”

“Shut up!” Regulus repeats, still as red as a tomato. 

“By the way…it’s page 293.” Barty gestures towards the spell book still open next to Regulus.

“And why do you have that memorized?” he asks, getting some of his composure back and looking up to the other boy.

Barty just raises an eyebrow at him. Regulus is confused for a second before looking between him and Evan, then back and forth a few times. A look of disgust then passes over his face. “In our dorm?” he asks a little hesitantly.

Both boys avoid eye contact.

Regulus gets up from where he was sitting, exasperated. “Ėvidemment…chiens. J’habite avec les chiens,” he mumbles to himself.

Leaning closer to Evan, Barty whispers in his ear. “What’s he saying?”

“He’s calling us dogs,” he whispers back.

“Makes sense.”

[lulublack90]

Prompt 3 - Dressed

@rosekillermicrofic September 3, word count 362

Previous part First Jegulus part

When Barty finally woke the next morning, it was to the smell of bacon and coffee. Barty hummed happily as he buried his face in his pillow, stretching out his entire body before reluctantly getting up and walking into the shower. 

The shower was massive. Evan had insisted on this exact one when they’d renovated the flat. It had been ludicrously expensive, but Barty felt it was worth every penny as the hot water pounded into his sore muscles, massaging out the activities of the previous night. 

Regulus was waiting in the kitchen after he’d pulled himself away from the shower and got dressed. 

“Reg, my other love, you’re here early,” He grinned, swooping in and stealing a kiss from him before he crowded behind Evan at the stove. “Hmmmm, hello first love,” He hummed as he bit Evan’s earlobe. Evan let out a sharp hiss but leaned back into him. 

“This is nearly ready and once we’re done we’re going to help Regulus move some stuff from Grimmauld,” Evan told him as he pushed the bacon around the pan. Barty shuddered and turned to look at Regulus.

“Are you finally moving out?” He asked hopefully. Regulus squirmed in his seat. 

“Possibly, it all depends on how they take it when I come out to them,” Barty froze. They’d kill him. 

“Reg, do you think that’s a good idea? I mean, look what they did when you got a B on your History GCSE.”

“It was nothing, I can handle them,” Regulus waved him off. 

“Reg, you should have gone to the hospital, the only reason you didn’t was because you begged us not to take you,” Barty was so close to shouting at his friend he had to take a deep shaky breath. “Just be careful alright, and tell us when you’re going to do it so we can be on standby,” He pleaded. Regulus nodded and Evan handed him a bacon sandwich. 

“It's a good job we’ve got the van,” Evan smiled at Regulus. Barty huffed and began biting huge mouthfuls out of his sandwich, wanting to get on and get Regulus out of that house as soon as possible.  

Next part

[queerism1969]

[wivesshowingoff]

[lorenzonuti]

Pretty Guardians.

[cindycross-39]

I love to be dressed as a woman.

[lezbiloved]

[postcard-from-the-past]

People dressed in local costumes on the celebration of 100 year old abolition of slavery in Suriname

Dutch vintage postcard

[nylons4]

[lezbiloved]

[reynasrambles]

Oh btw I started working on some boots I got a while ago! I like them so far now I need some chains and spikes. And maybe more painted designs

[bellybursterhungrythirster]

Coated my fucking shorts in ranch dressing on my date tonight. Fml.