Day 13- Mistletoe- Jegulus
James Potter was a man known for his romantic tendencies. He had a love for love and that was made clear by his actions. For example, for Valentine's Day, he filled Regulus’ car with deep red Dahlias, despite preferring roses as a romantic gesture, simply because they were Regulus’ favourite. That wasn’t even all he did but if we listed everything we’d be here for a long time.
So, it came as no surprise to anyone that he draped mistletoe all over their home during the festive season. Any place that could have something hung was adorned with mistletoe from the 1st December till whenever Regulus finally persuaded him to take it down (this usually came with a reassurance that James could kiss him anytime he wanted anyway)
During this time, James took full advantage of the rules, kissing Regulus under every piece.
“James,” Regulus laughed, leaning into yet another kiss, “I’m not going to get anything done at this rate,” James hummed, kissing him as they passed under another piece,
“That’s the plan.” The two of them are barely kissing at this point, smiling too much for it to count. James had put the mistletoe up today while Regulus was at work, and from the moment he came home, he had been trailed throughout their flat, barely able to take three steps without a kiss.
“Honestly, they should let us spend the whole month like this,” James grabs Regulus’ face with both of his hands, the warmth bringing a blush to his skin, and leans their foreheads together, “Like for my health, I don’t think I’d survive without this.”
“You’re very dramatic, you know that right, Potter?” James laughs gently, keeping their position, soaking in the moment.
“Back to last names, you wound me, Potter” They weren’t technically married yet, but James had taken to calling his boyfriend Regulus Potter, it meant he didn’t have to carry the weight of his memories as much and allowed James to get giddy with the love he felt for Regulus every time he said it.
“I’m sure you’ll live,” James hums thoughtfully, his hands having moved down to Regulus’ waist, swaying them gently in the hall.
“Maybe. If you kiss me,”
“And why would I do that?”
“Because you love me,” You can tell by hearing James’ voice that he’s smiling, but Regulus has the pleasure of seeing how bright and beautiful he looks when he smiles.
“That I do,” Regulus responds, wrapping his arms behind James’ neck, and pulling him down to kiss him. They don’t even notice they’re not actually under any mistletoe.