THE SCARS ON MY BODY ● JEGULUS |MARAUDERS|

✹THIRTY NINE✹

FLUFF. I DON'T KNOW WHAT ELSE TO SAY. CHRISTMAS FLUFF. WHAT ELSE COULD YOU WANT? ALSO, 34.8K READS? I DON'T DESERVE YOU ALL xx

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✹ Nothing much, 

just wanted a hug 

from my lovely 

boyfriend ✹

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Christmas Eve was amazing. Peter arrived at lunch time, and Regulus came to find that he wasn't all too bad. Everyone helped to decorate the house, putting red and green tinsel on the walls, mistletoe on the ceilings but most importantly, the tree in the corner of the living area, the golden lights giving the room a cosy, warm feeling. 

They spent the day playing out in the newly formed snow with Koa before coming back inside to warm up by the fire with hot chocolates and cookies while Erin told stories of her childhood. She told them of the embarrassing things that Mr and Mrs Chambers had done as children, proving that they weren't always as stone cold as they had grown up to be. 

There wasn't enough space on the sofas or armchairs for everyone to fit, so whilst the twins and Erin sat comfortably in their chosen seats, James sat on the ground with Regulus' head rested in his lap, led on the carpet and Peter was leant against the Rudolph statue he had brought with him to tease James. Sirius and Remus were cuddled up nicely on the sofa bed, of which they had been sleeping in recently, all of them listening intently to Erin.

James fiddled with Reg's hair as his eyes slowly fell closed, orange candle light pouring over his peaceful expression. He loved the feeling of Jay's fingers in his hair, it was calming. His breath hitched when James' lips pressed on to his forehead, he could have sworn his heart stopped beating for a moment or two.

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The next morning was Christmas. Waking up to James' arms around him was the best thing Reg could ever dream of. His arms wrapped tightly around his waist, holding him to his chest. Regulus found himself tracing patterns with his fingers into his partner's skin, their soft breathing being the only noise in the room.

"Good morning, sweet boy." The sudden speech made Reg jump slightly, causing James to let out a hearty laugh.

"Where'd you get that nickname from, you weirdo?"

"Merry Christmas to you too, Reggie." He replied with feigned offence then leant down to kiss Regulus' cheek, and then his forehead, then his temple, then his chin, his nose and then finally his lips, lingering there for a moment before pulling away.

"You have terrible morning breath." Reg mumbled, stuffing his head away into the crease of James' neck.

"You're so kind to me in the mornings, wow." He added sarcastically, tickling Reg's hip.

"Hey! No, no, no. Stop that right now!" Reggie giggled, kicking the older boy away from him under the sheets.

"Not until you say you're sorry."

"Okay! I'm sorry. Now stop!" James chuckled lightly as he ceased to tickle Reg, smiling down at him instead. It was quiet then for a short while, both boys just listening to the sounds around them. Everyone else must have still been asleep, since the house was silent, and so James got an idea.

"Hey, Reg?" He hummed in response, "Want to help me with something?" 

"Sure, what is it?" And so James explained, Regulus grinned, they got out of bed, they kissed, they got changed, they kissed again....and again, they left the room, they walked down the stairs, they ran into the living room.....and they jumped on top of the two boys laying on the sofa bed.