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broom - jegulus - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 286

Regulus was so busy beaming, clapping his friends on the back, congratulating them on winning their scrimmage against the Gryffindors, that he didn’t see James walk up behind him.

“Hey Reg? Want me to take that back to the shed for you? I’m bringing mine,” the older boy offered softly, gesturing to Regulus’s broom, sending him a grin that made his knees feel like liquid.

“Er–yeah. Thanks, Potter. G–good game,” he muttered, turning quickly back to his team, trying to hide the way he was blushing. 

But as soon as the Gryffindor took the broom and walked off, Dorcas gave him a look so incredulous, he might’ve sprouted a second head. 

“What?” Regulus hissed, feeling self-conscious. Sure, he’d been a bit soft, but certainly nothing to warrant such a look.

“You let him take your broom?” she asked, shock clear on her features. “Last time Barty even tried to touch it, you cursed him stupid!”

“Yeah, well, Barty is stupid,” he mumbled, turning away, again trying to hide the heat on his face. It was true. Normally, nobody was allowed anywhere near his racing broom.

“Yeah. But you’re also smitten,” Dorcas said smugly, crossing her arms.

Regulus felt far too trapped and vulnerable, the truth of his friend’s words eating a hole in his chest. “Not smitten enough to forget what curse I used on Crouch,” he hissed, pulling out his wand.

Dorcas held up her hands in surrender. “Fine, fine. But just remember,” she said, hands still in the air, “Potter didn’t even bother offering to take any of our things. So maybe your feelings are reciprocated.”

Regulus couldn’t help it. He turned to stare after the older boy, contemplating that for a long while.

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gender - @rosekillermicrofic - word count: 176

“What does this mean?” Barty asked, waving his phone in Regulus’s face and giving him a confused look. “‘Interested in…?’ Like what type of person I want?”

Regulus grabbed the device, looking at the screen. “What’re you doing?”

“Joining the wonderful world of swiping left and right,” Barty replied, rolling his eyes. “I figured, if Pandora can find Lily on Tinder, no less, then I should give it a try, right? So for that question, I’m thinking, I’m looking for someone…odd. Like a little off. Someone blonde, with lots of tattoos and piercings. Blunt, but also a bit quiet. Oh. And tall. I want someone tall,” he said thoughtfully

“Erm,” Regulus stifled a laugh. “I think it’s asking about gender. Like… ‘Interested in men’ for example. But I don’t think you need this, Bee.”

“Why?” Barty asked, looking shocked.

“Because you’ve just described Evan…like, exactly,” Regulus replied, chuckling.

“Oh.”

Barty only stared at his own phone for about ten minutes before he stood and ran out of the room, yelling, “Gonna go snog Rosie!” behind him.

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fearless - june 25 - jegulus - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 319

He wished he could say it was spur-of-the-moment. That he hadn’t contemplated it for days.

But he wasn’t that fearless.

No, he’d been lamenting about it, staying up at night gnawing at his cuticles thinking it over and over about it as sleep evaded him.

Even the day of, as he watched from the Pitch, he wasn’t sure.

Oh, what he’d give to not care. To be able to just feel, like James did. But he couldn’t. He overthought every decision he made.

Maybe that’s why James and his team were in the Quidditch final, while Slytherin had come in third.

Still, as he stood on the sidelines, screaming his heart out for the team he’d sworn only a year ago he hated with his entire being, he couldn’t feel jealous. He just watched in awe as the boy he’d somehow, against all odds, fallen in love with, bellowed with delight when the whistle blew, signalling his team’s win.

And Regulus yelled with him, thrilled beyond belief.

But it wasn’t until James touched down and immediately ran to him, a giant smile on his stunning face, that Regulus had his answer.

He might not be fearless, but he could face his fears to love James like he deserved.

So when James reached him, pulling him into a spinning, laughing hug, Regulus kissed him, claiming his lips in front of thousands of people, heart beating furiously as he felt James beam into his mouth.

“Congratulations,” he murmured softly when James finally pulled back, looking both overwhelmingly thrilled and completely shocked. “I’m so proud of you, James.”

But James didn’t thank him. Instead, he blurted, “I love you,” like it was the only proper response.

“You–” Regulus gaped, not even aware of the crowd anymore.

“I love you,” James repeated, more sure this time. “So much.”

This time, Regulus’s kiss was spur-of-the moment. But just as full of adoration as before.

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btw last summer EDL members were barricading human beings into hotels and lighting them on fire in "anti-immigration protests" (racist riots). they were monitoring traffic, allowing white people to pass and dragging POC out of their cars. literal televised lynch gangs. acid attacks. all of this framed as a big political debate in british media - "has immigration gone too far?"

burning hotels with human beings.

but yeah. tell me again how Palestine Action is a terrorist organisation.

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kill the imposter syndrome in your head because not only is there someone out there doing it worse than you, they’re also using chat gpt to do it

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emphasis - june 22 - black brothers - jegulus - @black-brothers-microfic - word count: 260

“Why’s Reg asleep on the couch?” Sirius asked loudly, barging into the flat James and Regulus shared without so much as a knock.

Throwing his best friend the dirtiest of looks, James shushed him. “He was tired. Long day at work,” he whispered from his spot on the loveseat, standing and giving Sirius a hug in greeting before guiding him to the hall.

“Alright,” Sirius nodded, rolling his eyes and eyeing his brother’s still-sleeping form from the doorway. “But why not nap on the bed you two share oh-so-disgustingly? I mean, something has to be wrong for him to be on the couch, he never sleeps on couches, the pretentious prick.”

James chuckled at the emphasis Sirius put on the word ‘never.’ “He, er, does when I’m out here.” He tried to shrug nonchalantly, but ended up smiling.

Sirius’s confused face just added to James’s amusement. 

“I think he sleeps out here when I’m out here because it makes him feel safe. Whenever he naps, he only ever naps in the room I’m in,” James explained, trying not to grin too happily at the thought of Regulus feeling safe with him. “I haven’t asked him for sure, but…”

The other man’s face flickered through a range of emotions–confusion, awe, happiness, disgust, love, resignation–  before he settled on annoyance. “You two are nauseatingly cute,” he muttered. “I might puke. I’m going to wake him up by screaming in his ear, now.”

But before either of them could move, a low, threatening voice said, “The fuck you are!”

Regulus had woken up.

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Apologies

jegulus - based on @by-me-with-meraki 's request - word count: 289

Regulus Black did not apologize.

“Apologies are for people who can’t afford to keep fighting, Regulus,” Walburga had once told him, sipping her tea. “And we can afford anything.”

But now, sitting on his bed, arms curled around his knees as he stared into space, the most embarrassing tears forming in his eyes?

It felt like all the money in the world couldn’t make this better. Because the deep, gnawing hole in his heart couldn’t be fixed by simply buying something new. Aching loneliness couldn’t be bandaged with money. Only the person he yearned for could do that. And really, by staying stubborn, he was risking something that couldn’t be bought. Something much more important than anything in Walburga Black’s vault.

So he stood, sighing, feeling like the smallest person alive, as he walked to where he knew he needed to be.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured ten minutes later, staring at the back of James Potter, who was standing at the top of the Astronomy Tower, staring at the stars.

The older boy turned, eyes wide. “You…really?”

“I…I’d rather be with you than be right,” Regulus said honestly, shrugging. “Which…is a horrible thing to realize, truly. Very out of character.  You’ve cast some sort of love spell on me, I think. I’m going to have Pomfrey do tests, because–”

But he was cut off by James pulling him into his arms. 

“Potter!” he gasped letting out a surprised laugh. “What are you doing?”

“Loving you,” James grinned, holding him close. “And celebrating. I’m so glad you've agreed that our future kids can be Puddlemere fans and not Magpies Fans.”

Regulus just scoffed and rolled his eyes, allowing James to kiss him. Really, the things he did for love.

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Lovely

jegulus - based on an anon's request for actor!reg - word count: 372

“There! Right there!” Harry yelled from James’s arms, pointing viciously to a man who sat quietly at a table, reading a book. “That’s him, Da!”

The man looked up, and James’s stomach dropped. Fuck, Harry was right. Prepared to bolt out of the small cafe with what was left of his dignity, James swallowed the lump in his throat and took a step backward, but the man gave Harry a little grin and a wave, indicating that they could come forward.

Oh shit, how was James supposed to walk normally?

Stumbling, he went to the table and put Harry down on the floor, still trying to wrap his brain around what he was seeing.

“You’re Regulus Black!” Harry said loudly to the man, beaming.

“I am,” Regulus replied seriously, a small smile on his face. “Are you my biggest fan?”

And oh. James’s heart melted to the floor. Not only was Regulus Black an amazing actor, and attractive besides, but he was good with kids? 

Harry, of course, promptly popped the giddy bubble growing in James’s chest by saying, “No, that’s my Da! He’s seen all your movies and thinks you’re hot!”

James gasped, completely flustered, and tried to remember how to form words. “Harry! No, I–” he turned to Regulus. “I’ve seen–I, yes.. And of course, I mean–you’re very–” he choked on his own spit, trying to come up with an appropriate-yet-true word to describe Regulus, “very lovely, so–so…fuck. But I’m not–I don’t–” God, he wanted to melt into the floor.

Regulus though, just smirked as James dug himself into a deeper and deeper hole. A ding from Regulus phone caused him to look to the screen (giving James ample time to smack himself in the head) before scrawling something onto a piece of paper and kneeling down to Harry’s level.

“Harry, right?” he asked, causing the four-year-old to nod importantly. “When your Da calms down, can you give him this? It’s my number. Tell him I think he’s hot, too, and maybe we can talk sometime after he remembers how to speak properly.”

Harry laughed as James gaped like a fish. “Okay, Mister Regulus!”

And with that, Regulus shook Harry’s hand, sent a wink to James, and left the cafe.

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i love them sm

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ik we love the trope of James finding regulus as a cat and fussing over him and thinking he's adorable. But may I suggest...

regulus adopts a cat right before his fifth year and brings it to hogwarts. James finds him one day roaming around and starts taking care of him too so James just decides the cat is a stray and claims him as his own. Until Regulus sees James holding him in the hall one day.

"Potter get your paws off of my cat!"

"your cat? Fluff is my cat."

"no he's not. I adopted him. And his name isn't Fluff, it's Cepheus." (cepheus is a constellation + figure in greek mythology)

They fight about it for ages until Sirius comes along and forces them to co-parent the cat. And then they fall in loveeeeeee

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old art

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i, personally, think james sleeps in the starfish position, his limbs all spread out, face all full of bliss.

but if you look closely, there's a lump clinging to his torso, that lump is regulus who sleeps all curled on himself but latches on james like a koala.

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I love the idea of drag queen Sirius

1000/10, same

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mean - june 21 - jegulus - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 279

“So, how’re things going between the two of you, then?” Sirius asked James lightly, jerking his chin toward the other room, where Regulus was still getting ready for their dinner reservation that evening. 

“So fucking good,” James replied reverently, beaming immediately. “He’s…he’s so perfect, Pads. It’s just..you’re really not mad? I thought you’d be furious, really. Just ask Reg, I was sick about it.”

“Nah, mate. Sure, it’s absolutely disgusting to see you both eye-fuck each other, but it’s cute to see you two happy. Plus, I saw it coming. You have a type, after all,” Sirius chuckled. 

The other man blinked, looking confused. “A type? Reg looks nothing like the last few people I dated.”

But Sirius just laughed. “No, he–”

But before he could finish, Regulus walked into the room, still fiddling with a few of his curls, and looked James up and down. “Jamie, go change into a different shirt, you look like a twat in that,” he said, grimacing.

Like his arse was on fire, James jumped up, grin on his face. “Yes, darling!” he chirped eagerly, nearly-running towards his room.

Sirius just cackled, making cooing noises after him.

And when James returned a few moments later, allowing Regulus to look over his new shirt before accepting a kiss as a reward, James sank into the couch and gave Sirius a flustered, lovesick smile. “He’s so fucking hot, right?” he whispered, gazing to where Regulus was sitting on the loveseat, completely ignoring them, tapping away at his phone, a frown on his face.

Sirius just laughed. “Mean, James. Your type is mean.”

“My type is perfect,” James replied dreamily, never looking away from Regulus.

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straight - @rosekillermicrofic - cw: homophobic barty crouch senior - word count: 261

“Mister Crouch,” Evan said stiffly, holding out a hand to the man he desperately wanted to murder with a rusty spoon. “Pleasure.”

The crowd of people moved around them, none the wiser, even as Evan felt Barty continue to stand stiff and furious at his side. It had been years, Evan knew, since Barty had seen his father. And now, here they were, at a Ministry charity event of all things, forced to interact.

“Ah. The man who tainted my son. You’re…more polite than I thought you’d be,” the older man replied with a sneer, ignoring Evan’s hand. “He was straight before he met you, you know? Before you corrupted him.”

Evan felt Barty shift, as if poised to attack, but he moved his arm, wrapping it around his husband’s waist, and gave the older man a leering grin. “Well. Whatever you believe, it’s been an absolute pleasure corrupting him. Over and over and over. Night after night after night��and I think he’s enjoyed it, too. Immensely.” He spoke each word slow, savoring the taste, almost mesmerized by the way Bartemius Crouch Senior seemed to burst into flame at his statements.

And Barty, from next to him, turned, giving him a part-astounded, part-amazed grin, before he turned back to his father. “Hell yes I have,” he agreed, laughing.

And yes, perhaps Evan shouldn’t have pulled Barty into such an expressive kiss in public, but the shorter man responded in kind. And by the time the both moved away from each other, laughing, pupils blown, Crouch Senior had disappeared with a huff.

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replace - june 21 - black brothers - jegulus - wolfstar - @black-brothers-microfic - cw: mention of shit parents!walburga and orion - word count: 343

“Aww, Reggie, this is going to be so much fun!” Sirius grinned, looking around the tiny, box-filled flat with unadulterated glee. “Living together? Just like old times!”

“‘Old times’ meaning when Mother and Father used to beat the shit out of us for breathing the wrong way? Oh, joy of joys, I can’t wait to relive that,” Regulus muttered, but he shot Sirius a smirk as he spoke.

“Quit being a killjoy. This will be great. We can actually enjoy living together,” Sirius said sternly, pointing a finger at Regulus as James came staggering in the room with another box, carefully placing it on the floor, panting and hunching over. “Plus, we can play pranks on each other! Y’know, like funny ones! Replacing each other’s shampoo with anti-fungal cream, or–”

But Regulus cut him off, a deadly look on his face. He stalked toward his brother, one finger pointing towards his heart, voice low and threatening.  “Sirius, I swear to God if you touch my shampoo, I’ll tell Remus about that time you spent two hours on the phone with me, waxing fucking poetic about his ‘fine ass’ and forcing me to pick apart every single one of his texts to see if he ‘maybe, might, possibly’ be into you all because James betrayed me and was on vacation with no cell service!”

Before Sirius, who was wide-eyed and terrified, could respond though, there was a voice from the door.

“You what?”

All three of them whipped around, expressions various levels of shock and horror.

And Remus, who was at the door, just looked at Sirius. “Y–you like my ass?” he asked, flustered.

“Yes,” Sirius muttered, face so red it was almost maroon. “But I–”

But he was cut off by Remus, who tripped over a box to lunge to him, connecting their lips together in a kiss so passionate it left both Regulus and James looking at each other rather awkwardly.

“Seems like they’re going to christen the apartment before we will,” James muttered, making Regulus groan with annoyance and pull him out the door.

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James "its better to have loved and lost" Potter

Regulus "its better to have never loved at all" Black