#jegulus if you squint

[staliamazing]

field | @wolfstarmicrofic | wc: 327

It shouldn't have been a big deal. Remus and Sirius had been attached at the hip for some time, so when their friends found out they had started dating, nobody was surprised. Most of them already knew. When the news hit the rest of Hogwarts, however, the two boys were subject to an endless barrage of questioning.

"Are you two really dating? You're both boys."

"How do you shag when you're both guys?"

"Do boy lips feel different to girl lips?"

"I thought you were dating Mary, Sirius, you two seemed so cute together." (Mary, who had been dating Marlene for years at that point, found this hilarious).

When the third doe-eyed student that day walked over to the group of Gryffindors huddled in a corner of the library, Remus stopped them before they could even open their mouth.

"I'm going to ask that you field any questions to my associate," Remus says plainly.

"Uh, associate?" The visitor asked. Lazily, Remus nodded to Sirius who was sitting in the chair next to him. Sirius turns to face the younger student, and holds out a hand.

"Sirius Black. Pleasure. Walk with me." The younger student furrows their brow while they reach out an arm to shake his hand, then hurry off behind him as he trails. Remus hears him mutter something about the birds and the bees, and tunes out. However Sirius wants to break the news to the poor unsuspecting cherub is up to him.

"Blimey, it's the 70's. You'd think they'd have heard about homosexuals by now," Remus sighs.

"Dumbledore should make an announcement at dinner this evening. People are gay - get over it." Peter chimes in, to which James nods.

"Too right, mate. I mean, surely everyone's a little gay." James says, still nodding.

Marlene raises her eyebrow at this. She had been waiting for James to realise his crush on Sirius' little brother.

"Making a confession, Potter?" He blushed and returned to his reading.

[starsandmoonys]

Microfic - mum

“Are you okay?” James asked, taking a seat next to regulus on the reading nook. The window was closed, but frost clung to the glass, chilling the air between them. Regulus seemed to have no problem with this cold, his temple pressed against it.

Regulus didn’t answer, instead closing his eyes. James tried again. “Couldn’t sleep?”

“No,” Regulus mumbled. James leaned his head against the window, ignoring the chill that shot down his neck. He quietly watched Regulus.

He must have felt James’s assessment, because he opened his eyes once more, cutting them over to look him in the eye.

They sat like that in complete silence for a few moments. The only sound was the old grandfather clock in the corner, ticking away each second that passed as it progressed later into the night.

“Something with Sirius?”

Regulus shook his head ever so slightly.

James sat and just watched for something, anything, to flicker across his grey eyes. For a turn of his lips, a furrow of his brow, clench of his jaw. But there was nothing. “Something with…your family?”

Regulus looked back out the window. “You wouldn’t understand,” he whispered. It wasn’t accusatory, just a simple fact.

A truth.

He didn’t respond immediately. “Maybe. Maybe not.”

Silence engulfed them again.

It must have been at least half an hour before Regulus decided to speak. “Heavy,”

It was so quiet, he almost missed it. Could have sworn he imagined it.

James just looked at the boy before him. His eyes were dull, dark purple half circles of exhaustion under them. His shoulders sagged, as if being pushed down, not at al like his usual pure blood posture. His shoulders were slightly pointed inward too. Since sitting there, James wasn’t actually sure he had moved a single muscle outside of James’s meddling.

Eventually, James nodded. He might be the golden boy of Gryffindor Tower, but he was not unfamiliar with personal demons that found you when you were alone, that found you in the dark, the late of the night.

“I want my mum,” it was said tentatively, as if testing the words on his tongue. As if saying them aloud might cause something to break. He kept his eyes pointed out the window.

It took James by surprise. “Walburga..?”

Regulus shook his head.

“Maybe not then,” James confessed.

“A mum I don’t have. The…” Regulus paused, looking for the right words. “The grief of mourning something you’ve never had…it’s…” he trailed off.

“Yeah,” James said stupidly. Because what else could he say? “Maybe not,”

[vermilionamillion]

love when reg is barty and evan's dog. not in like a sexual way but that he's just there. just followin them around.

[star-liit]

Give me Regulus Black having impeccable manners that backfire on him constantly because he has a flat affect and comes across as sarcastic or oddly menacing.

Regulus Black earnestly holding doors open or offering to stay behind after class to help his professors clean up after being raised to respect his elders—only to be accused of fishing for House Points.

Regulus Black never missing an opportunity to say please and thank you—only to have half the Slytherin common room sarcastically thanking each other for breathing.

Regulus Black discreetly pointing out that there is a difference between a dinner fork and a dessert fork to save someone the embarrassment of getting it wrong—only to be called an elitist prick.

Regulus Black writing a sincere apology note at the bottom of his homework when it’s a quarter of an inch shorter than required—only to be told to rewrite the whole thing because you're not clever, and you're not getting out of it, Black.

Regulus Black offering to walk Lily Evans back to her common room after a Slug Club meeting because it's late, it's dark, and his father always said that girls should have an escort—only to be told that he's a chauvinist, and she would be much safer by herself.

Regulus Black assuming that his teacher is waiting when they ask a rhetorical question while berating the class—only to lose House Points for insolence when he raises his hand to answer.

Regulus Black refusing to be a sore loser despite wasting months of training for the Quidditch Cup, knowing that good sportsmanship dictates he should shake hands with the victors—only to have James Potter smugly declare he's running out of chances to beat him.

Regulus Black reminding a group of first years there's a curfew and they should make their way back to their common room to be on the safe side—only to be accused of making threats because he forgot to smile.

Regulus Black offering to let Remus go ahead of him on the stairs because he looks a little unsteady on his feet the day after a full moon—only to be accused of making fun of him for reasons wholly unknown to Regulus.

Sirius Black feeling morally superior and spending half his life coaching his brother on how to avoid accidentally upsetting people—only to take a prank too far and lose all his friends in one fell swoop.

Wholly unnecessary addition.

[marauders-bs]

do-do-do-do-do i am gonna make an alt ending for this >:) it will be sadder be prepared

"Go away," Regulus said, head bent over his book so his curls cover his writing.

"I want to know why that happened."

Fucking James Potter. Of course it's Potter.

"It didn't," Regulus said, dipping his quill in ink. "That didn't happen, Potter. It was a reflex."

"It was a reflex to kiss me back?"

"That's what I said," Regulus muttered, thinking of the curses his friends knew for when they figured this out and almost smiling at what Potter had coming to him.

Potter rolled his eyes. "What, so you stick your tongue in people's mouths anytime they kiss you? Who are you kissing, anyways?"

"Barty gives pretty good tongue," Regulus said casually, enjoying the way Potter's eyes widened.

"Why are you kissing your friends?" Potter asked, very clearly trying to play nonchalant.

Regulus looked up, putting as much Black sarcasm into his face as he could physically muster. "Bat's kissed all of us. We were high, anyways. He's got-"

James sat forward, leaning over towards Regulus. "Oh? Who's he got now?"

"If I told you," Regulus said, closing his notebook, "We'd both wake up in May in the States. Bat doesn't fuck around."

"How would he know?"

Regulus raised an eyebrow in Potter's direction. "He knows."

"Your friends are so strange," James says. "I'm almost glad I don't know them."

Regulus shook his head, picking up his quill and fishing Advanced Potion Making out of his bag. He'd stolen the copy from Sirius, who hadn't even noticed it was missing yet.

"If I were one of your friends," Potter asked, clearly unable to stand the silence, "Would Crouch have kissed me?"

"Probably," Regulus answered. "But we're not friends, so it doesn't matter."

"You don't think we could ever be friends?"

"No," Regulus answered, trying very hard not to think of James's hair or his shoulders, or the way his arms were now folded on Regulus's shoulder.

"That's good, I think," James whispered, bringing his head to rest on his hands, which was still on Regulus's shoulder. They were eye-to-eye now.

Regulus could've shoved him off. It was probably what James was expecting.

He didn't.

"Why?"

Regulus turned his head and found James's face mere inches from his. He couldn't help but be reminded of the day before, when James had surged forward out of almost nowhere and kissed him.

"Friendship," James whispered, eyes dropping to Regulus's lips and back up again. "That's not exactly what I want from you."

Regulus's hands felt useless. He wished he could do something with them.

He remembered yesterday, when James had kissed him. Sure, Regulus had kissed him back and fled, but-

In the moment.

This time, it was Regulus who leaned forward. He let his eyes flicker closed in their little corner of the library Regulus had casted a concealment charm over once James had arrived.

He leaned back, just a little, when James was unresponsive.

"Why'd you stop," James murmured, smiling a little as he drew Regulus by his neck, and Regulus had no idea how his hands had ended up there but they were warm, and-

Sweet Salazar, James was warm. He was like a little sunbeam personified. Regulus wormed his hands to James's back, doing his best to turn his shoulders so they could fully face each other.

They broke away only to kiss again, and Regulus had to open his eyes.

James was smiling, yes, Regulus could feel that, but his eyes were closed and he looked relaxed. Regulus hadn't realized either of them weren't relaxed until they both were.

"Was that a reflex, too?" James murmured against Regulus's lips.

"Oh, fuck you," Regulus replied, leaning in again. He couldn't help the smile that spread across his lips.

[uhhlifeig]

First Divorce - Jan. 15th - word count: 298 - @wolfstarmicrofic

Sirius groaned as sunlight streamed through the window. 

He knew he shouldn’t have gone out. His head was killing him and his mouth was so incredibly dry, and he literally remembered none of the previous night.

He turned to face the floor, catching sight of James sprawled across the carpet.

“Mornin’, Prongs,” Sirius croaked.

“Don’t talk, mate,” James muttered. “Hurts.”

Sirius nodded, and then immediately regretted that decision when his world started spinning. When he finally stopped feeling nauseated, he took a good look around the room.

There was nothing out of the ordinary- except for the marriage certificate on the table.

What. The. Fuck.

Sirius picked up the certificate, noting both his and James’s signatures. 

“James Fleamont Potter,” he screeched, ignoring his pounding headache in favor of being dramatic. “We’re married?”

James frowned, opening his eyes. “Fuck, the light,” he hissed. “Ow, that hurts.”

“We got married?” Sirius asked again. 

“That’s what it says, no?” James answered.

“But we can’t be married!” Sirius yelped. “I want my beautiful Moony and I can’t have him if we’re married! And you have Lily!”

“Yeah, yeah, okay,” James grunted, attempting to sit up. “Let’s get divorced, then.”

Just then, Remus walked into the room. “Hello, Sleeping Beauty,” he grinned. “I see you’ve found the papers.”

Sirius looked at his boyfriend incredulously. “You knew?” he asked, feigning betrayal. “Moons, Moony, my love, why didn’t you stop us?”

“It was funny,” Remus shrugged. “Here’s some water and crackers.”

“Oh, Moony, my lord and savior.” Sirius said, making grabby hands. “What did I do to deserve you?”

“Good question. Now, James,” Remus said, turning and prodding his friend gently. “Get up and share the crackers with Padfoot. Peter and Lily are coming.”

“Mfffgh.” James rolled over so that he was facedown. “Go away.”

[guiltypleasureswriting]

Day 3: Written Mar 18, 2024

Part 1

“Are you a wizard?”

Regulus stared down at the small child on his doorstep. Regulus looked around, peering around his front door. There was no one else in sight.

“Are you lost?” Regulus responded, glancing back down at the boy. He was a rather cute kid. With a mass of bushy black hair that fell over his green eyes. The eyes that were wide with interest, staring at Regulus.

The boy shrugged in reply to his question. “Why are your hands green?” The boy asked. Regulus frowned and brought his hands up to see. They were bright green from sparrow-grass Regulus had been chopping before being interrupted by a small knock at his door. 

He sighed and asked the boy, “What’s your name?”

“Harry!” Harry exclaimed. “What’s yours, Mister Wizard?” Regulus smiled lightly at the title. 

“I’m Regulus.” Harry gasped as his eyes widened and sparkled.

“Like the star?!”

Regulus was impressed. Very few adults were aware of the regulus star, much less a boy all of five years old.

“Thats right.” Regulus smiled at Harry. “You’re a smart one. How did you hear about regulus?”

“It’s my Papa’s favorite.” Harry says excitedly.

“Your Papa, huh?” How did this boy get here? To Regulus’ cabin, deep in the fairie forest.No one should be able to get within three hundred meters of his land without him knowing. Suddenly, Regulus was on guard. He should have been when he first heard a surprising sound at his door.

“Where is your Papa, Harry?” He asked the boy warily. Harry just shrugged unconcernedly. “How did you find my home?” He shrugged again.

“I was looking at the pretty flowers and then I wanted to know if a wizard lived here. Are you a wizard, Mister Regulus?”

Regulus pinched the bridge of his nose and heaved a sigh. This boy was going to drive him mad. 

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This is not a story with parts in chronological order! It's just bits and pieces that I write for one plot that might eventually make sense. If something doesn't add up, don't worry, it's not supposed to

[ahhhhhhh-e-i-e-i-o]

Sirius Black speaks French

This is just a fact

But he doesn’t really do it much

Regulus does though

He uses every opportunity to show his friends his difficult and rather attractive skill

And he does it flawlessly

James never hesitates to talk Sirius’ ear off about how his brother was speaking french and why does his brother speak French ??

But it reminds Sirius of home and the cruel nights he spent with his hand glued to his dad’s desk until he could translate hundreds of meaningless vocabulary words

So he doesn’t like to do it

Regulus was quick to pick it up, but Sirius had to trudge through it like someone escaping quicksand or wading through a bog; Slowly, messily, and never as easily as he should’ve been able to

One day, when he finally talks to Remus about it, Remus tells him that was awfully similar to how he felt learning how to read

Like it was so damn difficult but it shouldn’t be - all the other kids could do it

Notably dumber kids could do it

But he just couldn’t catch up; it was always one step forward and two steps back

And Sirius realizes maybe the problem isn’t that he is dumb and his brother is smarter

Maybe the problem is something else entirely

Maybe Sirius has other skills that don’t include learning languages he doesn’t need to learn or impressing a family he shouldn’t have to try so hard to impress

Maybe he’s just Sirius, and maybe sometimes he’s glad he speaks French (Remus is an awfully big fan), and maybe he’s a little different, and maybe that’s just fine.

[lowlylux]

Black brothers: bickering, acting really similar because of it

James and Remus: staring at each other because they understand the other person a lot more now

[moochymoony]

ohhh so we’ve reached the ~making promotional art for your own fanfic~ portion of the spring break…. i see, i see

[yourlocalbadgerscales]

Incorrect Marauders Quotes

Sirius: *enters the room dramatically* James… Fleamont… Potter…! James: *looks up with pure panic in his eyes and turns into a stag*

[snarky-magpie]

(Here I come to ruin your Saturday with a bit of angst. You can read the whole story here but it's a sad one.) “And what do you see when you look in the mirror, Regulus? I told you mine. It’s only fair you tell me yours.” 

Regulus holds his gaze, face an emotionless mask.

“Darkness. All I see is darkness.” 

Then he yanks out of James’ hold, turns on his heel, and bolts out without another word. Regulus doesn’t so much as glance over his shoulder, so when James’ knees fold under him, there are no witnesses. Nobody watches him collapse to the ground, clutching his head while broken cries shred his throat to bloody rags on their way out. 

James doesn’t return to the dorm that night. He spends it crying on the cold floor of the Hogwarts basement, unable to recover enough strength to function. A loved child, an admired protégé, James has always led a charmed life. A life that hasn’t prepared him in the slightest for this amount of suffering. 

When the sun comes up, he falls into an exhausted half-sleep, but a sound startles him awake all too soon. For a moment, hope surges into his veins. Hope that Regulus has returned, but once again, it sputters out fast when he sees Sirius come banging through the door, face tight with worry.

“Prongs! Where in Merlin’s beard have you been?” He immediately squats down to James’ levels, throwing his arms around him.

“How did you find me?” James’ words emerge muffled with the heavy fabric of Sirius’ robes. He smells familiar, sandalwood and bergamot, the posh bastard, with the faintest whiff of a wet dog from Padfoot, and James lets the scent wash away his sadness for a while.

“The map, you sod. Thought you went to the Forest without us, but then I noticed you were still in the castle. What are you doing here? What’s going on? Tell me.”

“I can’t.” That’s it. Sirius will hate him. Sirius, who came to his rescue as reliable as ever, unaware of the depth of James’ betrayal. Sirius, who’s could never handle people keeping secrets from him. No wonder, considering his family. And now James has gone and joined their ranks.

Except Sirius doesn’t have a clue about any of this, so he offers him safety and comfort. As usual. “Okay. It’s okay, James. I’m here for you, always,” he murmurs as he gathers him closer. Warm and safe and familiar. 

It remains the greatest irony of James’ life that he fell for the wrong brother, but he doesn’t share his observation with Sirius. Scared he might lose his closest friend, James keeps his mouth sealed for the whole time Sirius holds him as he cries wordlessly over the boy who broke his heart with a smear of dark ink. 

[marauders-bs]

"Listen, man, I'm sorry!"

He wasn't sorry, and Regulus knew it damn well. He was only sorry he'd gotten caught. It was best that it had been Regulus- anyone else and he'd be dead, especially James. Regulus remembered when someone had called him the word this kid had called Remus.

Honestly, it was probably that which made the decision easier. "You're not," he said, pushing the idiot boy who'd called Remus a slur out of the way and imagining the look on the kid's face when all of them beat him up. "But you will be."

[illcryatyou28]

Fun fact I'm literally incapable of thinking about the folklore love triangle without thinking about Regulus, James, and Lily

[guiltypleasureswriting]

Day 9: Written Mar 24, 2024

Part 3

It was evening and Regulus was becoming concerned. Nobody had come searching for Harry and he still hadn’t coaxed out any information about the boy’s Papa. Really, he was the last person to know what to do with a child. Especially since he couldn’t just go out hunting for someone to give Harry to. 

There was a chill in the air, and misquotes were coming out to claim Regulus’ blood. So he finally decided that they should go inside. He had no desire to sleep outside and it would be lunacy to leave Harry out alone. 

With a sigh, Regulus said into the still air. “It’s getting late. Would you like to come inside, Harry?” The boy looked up from where he had been digging a hole by the Chinese chomping cabbage.

“Yes please, Mister Regulus!” Harry exclaimed and then, quite dramatically, wrapped his little arms around himself and said, “Brr, I’m so cold!” Regulus chuckled at the display.

“Come along then.”

He led Harry through his small sitting room and into the kitchen. “You May sit there.” He gestured at a small circular table with two simple wooden chairs pushed against the wall opposite his stove. “Are you hungry?” 

Little Harry elaborated onto a chair and said, “Do you have aloo gobi?” Regulus felt a pang in his chest, like there was something painful to him about Harry’s words.

“I’m afraid not. How about some nice caviar?” He joked.

“What’s cabby-ah?”

“It’s fish eggs.” Regulus said with a very serious tone. Harry’s nose wrinkled with disgust. 

“Eww! Gross, no!!”

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[jeanmoroses]

why are jegulus solangelo and jerejean literally just the same ship (the only difference is their trauma)