I Talked To The Stars And Moon About You Btw

I talked to the stars and moon about you btw

Thinking about African-American Mary, who gets teased for accent by her friends, namely, Sirius and Marlene.

Like, Mary is just talking about her family, and Marlene cuts in like ‘MOM? You sent a letter to your MOM? What’s a MOM!?’

“Stop the Twink-ification of Regulus! He’s not a Twink!!!”

He is. By Definition.

Sorry, I don’t make the rules 🤷‍♀️

(This is based on Fanon, queer, Timothée Chalamet vision of him)

June 6: stay – @jegulus-microfic – word count: 697

Footsteps echo in the dark corridor, as James and Regulus walk towards the come-and-go room. Regulus has his wand raised, a small ball of light bobbing ahead. As they pass, portraits chastise them, telling them to turn out that god-awful light.

James has his cloak, but they aren’t using it. James has been covertly checking the map, keeping a tab on Filch making sure they don’t wander into him. The only issue, however, is that the map doesn’t show animals, so they have to listen for Mrs Norris. James’ll have to bring that up to the rest of the Marauders. Lucky for James, though, she wears a small bell around her neck. An oversight on Filch’s part.

Regulus’ light turns a corner first, then Regulus, and, just before James could follow to do the same, Regulus flings himself back around the corner, and ridding the light, bathing them in black.

“Regulus, wha– hmph.” Before James could finish the question, a slender hand claps over his mouth and a cold wall meets his back.

“ Shut up, ” Regulus hisses out, barely above a whisper.

James wraps a hand around Regulus’ thin wrist, prying it away. “What is it, Reg?” James murmurs.

“Mcgonagall,” Regulus mutters back, wide-eyed.

“If it’s Minnie, we can’t stay here,” James stresses. Mcgonagall will see them if they don’t go elsewhere where.

“We can’t walk away. She’ll hear us!” Regulus grumbles.

“Fuck, okay.” James could use his invisibility cloak, but he doubts he’ll have enough time, and she will hear it. “I have an idea and I don’t think you’ll like it, but you have to trust me, okay?”

“ James, ” Regulus warns, as James grabs his waist and pulls. James knows Mcgonagall isn’t homophobic, and if she sees them she won’t mind, if anything, she will just be surprised. That’s James’ defense mechanism. “What are you- she’s going to see us!”

“That’s the plan,” James grins, and then he leans in, capturing Regulus’ mouth in a deep kiss, just before Mcgonagall comes flying around the corner, her own light following her. The footsteps stop, and for a beat it’s silent.

Regulus seems to catch on quickly, and he really plays it up, making himself look focused and without a single ulterior motive.

“Mr Potter,” Mcgonagall chastises. “I will be entirely honest with you when I tell you this, Mr Potter, I am not even a fraction of what is the appropriate shock of seeing you out of bed, at this hour.” Her eyes slide over to Regulus, who is breathing heavy, and is resting his head against James’ chest. “You, however, Mr Black, have surprised me. Tell me, boys, what are you doing out of your dormitories?”

“Well, Professor,” James says, grinning. “I thought it is rather obvious.”

“Yes, very good, Mr Potter.” Poor Minnie sounds completely knackered. “Mr Black, anything to say for yourself?”

“I’m sorry, Professor,” Regulus mumbles miserably.

“Thank you, Mr Black, 5 points from Slytherin for being out of bed after hours. Mr Potter, 30 points from Gryffindor for the same reason. Go to bed, boys. Separately.” And with that, she sweeps away, bringing her light with her, leaving a spluttering James and a chuckling Regulus behind.

James wants to check the map to make sure Professor Mcgonagall has left, and isn’t just waiting around the corner – something she’s done before – but if James uses the map now, it would be too dark to see the words, but if he casts a light, Regulus will see it. Not that James doesn’t want to tell him, but it’s not his secrecy to share. So, James will just have to hope she’s gone.

A small kiss to Regulus’ forehead spurs him to start moving again, grabbing James’ hand and charming another light before he begins the trek to the come-and-go room.

Just as they turn the corner a little jingle sounds directly behind the pair, making them freeze. They try to hide from Mrs Norris, but, just as they turn to do so, a rough, croaky voice speaks ahead of them.

“Where are you two off to, then?”

Regulus sighs, dropping James’ hand, flickering his wand, banishing their light. James just groans.

“Ugh, I hate that teacher! She’s so strict, and she talked too much!” Except it’s a living, breathing human being with feelings that is just trying to do her job.

The stress I feel when the end of the last chapter is coming closer and that one ship still hasn’t sorted their shit out 😥