Alice To Narcissa After She Married Lucius (?)

Me too tbh

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firework - february 17 - jegulus - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 362

"Oh fuck," Regulus mumbled, half-jogging toward his dorm room, his heart beating rapidly in his throat as he tried not to melt with embarrassment and terror. "Oh fuck." He slammed the door open, relieved to see that Dorcas and Pandora were there along with Evan and Barty. "Oh FUCK," he yelled, diving onto his bed and slamming his face into his pillow.

"Good day?" Pandora asked lightly from somewhere to his left, making him roll his eyes.

"I kissed James Potter," he answered, deciding to just bite the bullet.

The answering silence spoke volumes. After a few seconds, he raised his head to meet the shocked gazes of each of his friends before looking to Dorcas, who seemed almost ready to laugh.

"I kissed James Potter," he repeated, trying to digested the truth of the words. It still felt like a dream.

"Well shit," Barty mumbled, his voice low and impressed. "That's..."

"Are you okay? How did he react?" Pandora asked, seeming to have enough sense to think of the important questions. "How was it?"

But Regulus's mind was hazy. All he could think of was James's lips on his. The Gryffindor's hands moving to grab his waist, his own hands moving to tangle in James's hair. The way his heart had leapt with joy and want as James had pulled him even closer, as their tongues had tangled together, the heat of their skin and the warmth of their breath intermingling, both of them groaning with the contact.

He'd thought that his greatest fear was that James wouldn't want him. But after he'd melted into the older boy's embrace, after they'd both pulled back to breathe, after they'd pressed little kisses up each other's necks and James had murmured words into his ear that had made him whine...after they'd both said goodbye and waved to each other like love-struck idiots...he'd figured out there was something scarier than that: That James did want him, and that Regulus would fall head over heels.

He just wasn't sure how much he actually cared to stop himself from falling.

"It was like fireworks," he mumbled, touching his lips with his fingertips and smiling a bit.

Just an experiment. Reblog if you actually give a fuck about male victims of domestic violence and rape.

Of fucking course

What sick bastard doesn’t

I love Jegulus. Like wdym the 'J' is for James and then Regulus gets the rest of the ship name all to himself? Regulus you greedy thing... He took James' contribution to the ship name so that he could have him for himself. He made sure the '-egulus' part is there for EVERYONE to see. That bespectacled boy right there? That's his.

why my hand shaky

thank yewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww <33 ill def need it

hi

HIHIHI HOW ARE YOU GOING !!

we all strive to be her

EFFIE POTTER THE WOMAN YOU ARE

she secretly one of the biggest swearers in gryffindor

Remus Lupin uses the word ‘fuck’ like a comma

'ao3 needs a like and dislike button'

what you need, my algorithm-rotten minded friend, is a grip

he would

*Oliver is being buried alive*  Murderer, out of breath: How are you eating the dirt so quickly?!