#sunchaser

[alwaystightrope]

thank god james didnt overreact or smtg

[mochamarauder]

Sirius finds out that James is dating someone (Regulus) because one day he is walking around the dorm shirtless, and it looks like his back has been mawled by a cat

[raphael-angele]

James: Dad, this is my boyfriend, Regulus. Reggie, this is my dad, Fleamont

Monty: *goes to shake his hand* Monty is just fine

Regulus: *shakes his hand* Nice to finally meet you, sir.

Monty: Wow, look at you. You're much more attractive than those pictures your brother has of you.

James: Dad...

Monty: What a handsome young man you are.

James: Dad!

Monty: *chuckles* Well, I'm gonna go help your mother in the kitchen. Are you staying for supper, Regulus?

Regulus: Uhm...*looks at James*

James: I was about to ask him that.

Regulus: It would be a pleasure, sir.

Monty: I look forward to it. *leaves*

Regulus: *tucks his hair behind his ears and fixes his sleeves*

James: ...what was that?

Regulus: What?

James: You tucked your hair behind your ear and you fixed your sleeves

Regulus: So?

James: ...you only do that when you like someone!

Regulus: What? No, I don't

James: You did it for me, for Crouch, and for Remus! I know that move!

Regulus: You're being ridiculous

James: And my dad?! Are you kidding me?! My dad?

Regulus: Well...you look just like him.

James: Doesn't change the fact that he's my dad. And he's married. Not to mention the fact that he's basically 70

Regulus: And a successful potioneer.

James: Are you serious right now?

Regulus: Wha- Sirius already called dibs?!

James: Oh my Gods!!!

[bradleysass]

wash - @into-the-jeggyverse - wc: 557

Regulus hated a lot of things.

He hated being sweaty, loud roommates, mismatched socks, lukewarm tea, and how James Potter never put the forks back in the right slot in the drawer.

But he loved James’ hoodie.

The grey one. Faded. Frayed along the cuffs. The one James always threw on after football practice, when his hair was still damp with sweat and grass stuck to his shins. The hoodie that practically steamed with heat after a match and carried the particular scent of musk, deodorant, and something inexplicably, irrevocably James.

It was disgusting.

Regulus adored it.

He stood in their shared flat, hair still wet from his post-shower rinse, bare feet padding across the cold wood floor as he opened the closet for the third time. Then the hamper. Then the basket next to the dryer. Nothing. Nothing but freshly laundered clothes and that annoying citrus-scented detergent James insisted on using like a functional adult.

Regulus tugged the towel tighter around his waist and turned to the living room.

"Jamie," he called, with more bite than necessary, "where is it?"

James, who was lounging on the couch with his phone, legs flopped wide open in a perfect invitation to be hated, looked up with his brows arched. “Where’s what?”

“My hoodie.”

James blinked. “You mean… my hoodie?”

Regulus narrowed his eyes. “Don't get smart with me, Potter. The grey one. The post-practice one. It’s missing.”

James squinted, confused for a second, then suddenly looked guilty.

“Oh. That one. Yeah, I threw it in the wash this morning. It was gross. Practically walked into the laundry basket itself.”

“You what?” Regulus’s voice hit a register only dogs should hear.

James frowned, trying not to laugh. “What, it was disgusting. Reeked of pitch and boy.”

“Exactly!” Regulus huffed, stomping over to the laundry nook. He opened the dryer. Sure enough, it was there—warm and soft and clean-smelling and wrong.

He buried his face in the hoodie and inhaled. All he got was linen and lemons.

“You ruined it,” he said, muffled against the fabric. “It’s sterile.”

James stared at him like he’d grown two heads. “Reg, it was filthy. You hate dirty things. You have rules about cups touching bathroom counters.”

“Yes, well,” Regulus said, straightening and throwing the hoodie dramatically over his shoulder, “that was my exception.”

“To my hoodie?”

Regulus glared. “It smelled like you. You, post-match. You, sweaty and smug and warm and alive. You, before you go and ruin it with shampoo.”

James blinked. “Wait. You liked it all sweaty?”

Regulus turned pink instantly and looked away. “Don’t make it weird.”

“I’m not,” James said, voice dipping just a little softer, a little amused, a little fond. “I’m just— surprised. You used to wrinkle your nose when I hugged you after practice.”

“I was performing,” Regulus muttered.

James grinned. He got off the couch, walked over, and gently plucked the hoodie from Regulus’ shoulder. “Want me to sweat in it again?”

“...Please.”

There was a pause.

James leaned in, brushing their noses together in a move so casual, so intimate, Regulus nearly short-circuited.

“Next time,” James whispered, “just ask me to stay in it longer.”

Regulus barely managed to hold onto his dignity. “Next time, don’t wash away the best parts of you.”

James kissed the corner of his mouth and smiled. “Noted.”

[phoenixreincarnated]

Thinking about Regulus talking James's ear off about things he enjoys (but only in private cause he has a reputation to uphold) and James being silent only when he's with Regulus (he too has his reputation to uphold) and actually listening... Reggie is happy cause someone is listening to him for once in his life, and James is happy cause he doesn't have to be 'the happy person' for once.

[shelookedlikestarlight]

“james had an ego the size of a lake—“

good fucking lord, how else would he deal with regulus and his relentless bullying?

[theres-an-endless-starry-sky]

The word disaster comes from Latin and originally means “without a star”

James often called himself a disaster, but he only truely felt like one after 1979

[missicarus]

Getting the hang of my acrylic markers by drawing cats that are definitely not sinister in any way