Chanson d'Hiver

James stood at the edge of the pool, pulling his rugby shirt over his head at what was clearly an obscenely slow pace.His body was everything Regulus had imagined it to be, and he could not tear his eyes away. The sheer definition of the muscles rippling in his chest and arms, the washboard abs that Regulus wanted to run his tongue over…He sat on the side of the pool, perusing James Potter and His Fucking Abs under the guise of reading his book. He was unhappy, because he wouldn’t even be in this fucking situation if his brother could just leave well enough the fuck alone, but of course he wouldn’t. Now, because of Sirius’s insistence on refusing to allow Regulus to just be a hermit as he wanted to be, he would forever have the image of James Potter removing his shirt seared into his mind’s eye.ORSirius and Regulus Black are spending the winter holidays at a ski resort near Mont Blanc. James Potter arrives, bringing a friend-- Remus Lupin.Love ensues.Angst ensues.Wolfstar, Jegulus, and mutual pining.

Am I absolutely mental for writing another long-ish fic whilst in the middle of writing another long fic? Probably.Hope you enjoy the madness! :)Update: I loved writing this fic— it is my first long form completed fic. 🖤