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the marauders 100% would have played d&d

james hosts in his parent’s basement

peter loves making up the stories

sirius LOVES dressing up in the whimsical outfits

remus claims he hates it but keeps showing up? every? friday? night?

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smell - jegulus - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 421

Regulus had been so intent on finishing his own homework that he’d hardly noticed Potter enter the small dungeon classroom he’d reserved for the day. In fact, he hadn’t heard the older boy at all until a soft, husky voice muttered, “Hey,” making him jump about a foot in the air.

“Shit!” he muttered, barely avoiding spilling beetle eyes on himself and taking a slow breath before turning to the Gryffindor to send him a grimace. “Salazar, Potter, warn me next time.”

“Sorry, Reggie,” Potter apologized, sending him a smile that made his stomach clench. “Erm, thanks for doing this.”

“It’s fine. You need help, and we’re…” Regulus began to brush him off, but got caught up in what, exactly, he and Potter were now. After the way they’d no-so-conincidentally been meeting up at night for walks, talking about things Regulus’d sworn he’d never talk with anyone about? Their hands brushing as they traversed the castle grounds, causing goosebumps to rapidly form on Regulus’s pale skin, Regulus had realized around the third accidentally-on-purpose meetup that this was something.

But what?

“We’re…yeah,” he finished dumbly, turning away and trying to not turn scarlet. 

“Still. I appreciate it. If I don’t figure out this potion, I’ll fail my NEWT at the end of the year,” James sighed. 

“You’ll figure it out,” Regulus replied bracingly, still avoiding eye contact. “Let me put this away so we can start.”

Moving closer to help, James began to make conversation. “I didn’t know you brewed your own hair potion,” he said lightly, again smiling at Regulus and making him want to fall to the floor with weak knees. 

“I–I what?” he asked, trying to focus.

“Hair potion. I can smell it,” the Gryffindor said, faltering a bit as he stoppered a few of Regulus’s ingredients and gestured to the cauldron. “You have to be brewing it right now, right? It’s so strong!”

Regulus spoke before he could stop himself. “I’m brewing Amortentia,” he said, eyes wide.

Both boys froze, staring at each other, drawing conclusions in their brains as their eyes stayed locked.

James licked at his lips awkwardly and could only stammer as he talked. “I…maybe you put a lot on today, or..” he floundered, clearly making excuses for his slip-up.

But Regulus was not going to let him explain it away. “I smell your cologne,” he murmured, heart hammering so loudly he could barely hear himself.

James let out a strangled sigh of relief. “Oh, thank Merlin,” he whispered, before pulling Regulus into a kiss.

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tiara - @wolfstarmicrofic - cw: mention of bad parent Orion - word count: 441

When Remus had bought the cheap little plastic crown, he’d thought it’d be funny. He and Sirius constantly teased and pranked each other–it was what made them, them–so the idea was only natural. So natural, in fact, that it’d made him start laughing like an idiot right there in the middle of the store.

But when he presented the sparkling tiara to his stunning boyfriend one random Wednesday evening and said, “For my passenger princess, who never seems to take a turn driving the car,” Sirius didn’t laugh. He didn’t take the dollar-store piece of plastic and jam it on his head proudly, like Remus had pictured. 

Instead, he deflated a bit and took the tiara thoughtfully, eyes wide and nervous. “D’you…do I not do enough?” he murmured, worrying his lip between his teeth,

Remus’s heart sank. “Oh, no,” he immediately said, wrapping his arms around Sirius and pulling him in close, not caring at all about possibly breaking the stupid prank gift. “No, no, no, baby. It was a joke!”

Gray eyes looked up at him, still full of unsure anxiety. “You sure? I can drive more. I know I can be a lot someti–”

Not knowing how else to stop Sirius from the path he was going down, Remus cut him off with a slow, deep kiss, hoping the way he worshiped the lips he spent the majority of his free time thinking about would be enough to stop Sirius from thinking that way. “No,” he murmured when he pulled back. “Sirius, you’re perfect as you are. But why’s this got you so worked up, you know I love you for you?”

The shorter man stared for a long moment before shrugging. “My father…”

Sirius had trailed off, but the word ‘father’ was enough for Remus. “Ah,” he nodded, giving his boyfriend a reassuring smile. Orion had done a lot of damage in Sirius’s early years, fucking up Sirius’s concept of being a ‘real man’ and what toughness and masculinity meant. Remus should’ve known the tiara might not be a good idea.  “No tiaras, then. No ‘princess.’ But you are perfect, and I don’t have any problems with you being my…passenger perfection,” he grinned, knowing he was being horribly cheesy. “Alright?”

“Yeah.” Sirius pulled back a bit and grinned, putting the tiara on his head. “I…I actually…maybe with you, I don’t mind it. What d’you think? Do I look good?” He fluttered his eyelashes and raised his eyebrows, smirking.

And for some reason, the tiara was really doing this for Remus, who swallowed thickly. “Always, love.”

The next time Remus drove them somewhere, Sirius insisted on wearing the crown.

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twilight - june 19 - black brothers - jegulus - @black-brothers-microfic- word count: 247

“Wow, you’re really obsessed with him, huh?”

Regulus, who had been staring at the TV with glazed-over eyes, running his hands through a sleeping James Potter’s messy hair and contemplating falling asleep, jumped as he looked up. “Sirius, what the fuck?” he cursed in a whisper, contorting his head and neck to check to see if James, who was resting his own head on Regulus’s chest, was still asleep. He was.

Sirius chuckled silently, sitting on the other couch and gesturing to the movie playing on the TV. “Twilight? Really, Reggie?” he murmured.

“It’s his favorite,” Regulus defended himself, gesturing to James, trying not to blush. “He’s had a rough week.”

“And you apparently have a soul, unlike Edward Cullen. Color me surprised,” Sirius smirked, crossing his arms and gazing at the way Regulus was still carding through James’s hair.

“Is this the part where you go all big brother on me? Tell me to be careful? Or worse, tell me not to hurt him?” Regulus muttered grumpily, frowning.

But Sirius’s amused expression softened. “No,” he smiled. “This is the part where I tell you I’m happy for you.”

Regulus felt himself soften as well, a rare bit of true affection for Sirius warming him. “Oh,” he whispered, a bit shocked. “Well, thank–”

“And don’t fuck on the couch.”

“Oh, fuck off,” he snapped at his brother louder, all affection leaving his body as he hurled a nearby pillow toward Sirius’s head, waking James in the process.

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"So what do you recommend to encourage affection?"

"Dancing, even if one's partner is barely tolerable"

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disappear - jegulus - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 339

“Alright, who took it?” James demanded, crossing his arms and staring around at his roommates. “This is the fifth time this week it’s disappeared.”

Three pairs of eyes stared back at him.

“You can only lose your virginity once, mate, but I promise none of us took it from you,” Sirius replied sarcastically from where he was curled up with Remus in his bed.

“Not that, you prat,” James rolled his eyes, throwing a jumper in his friend’s direction. “My Quidditch jersey. Just because you all get off on the attention of wearing it around the castle–”

“Oi, I haven’t stolen it since last year!” Sirius interrupted. “I’m a married man now, Prongs, I’m not trying to get any girls to look my way.”

“Sirius, we’re not married,” Remus said tiredly from next to his boyfriend. “And I’ve never taken it for the record, James.”

“Pete?” James asked, turning to the shortest of the boys.

“Nah, mate, I swear! Last time I took it was two months ago, to impress Stevens, remember? Told her I was a reserve Seeker,” Peter chuckled.

“Then where the hell…?” James mumbled, but nobody seemed to have an answer.

It wasn’t until breakfast that they figured it out.

Regulus Black, prominent cheekbones pink, but expression indifferent, walked into the Great Hall to loud murmurs, the red jersey he wore very visible against his housemates’ black and green wardrobe.

“What…the fuck,” Sirius mumbled, eyes wide. “I thought you two were keeping it a secret?”

“Only because he wanted to,” James replied softly, smiling so wide his jaw ached. “Guess he changed his mind.”

James met Regulus’s eye, and for a moment, the murmurs dulled. Regulus raised an eyebrow at him and smirked just slightly, as if asking him what he was going to do about this.

As if he wasn’t going to be completely, obnoxiously, publicly in love with him now. “Sorry, boys,” James said happily, standing up and walking toward the Slytherin table. “I have to go have breakfast with my boyfriend this morning.”

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James: you could try being nice

Regulus: this is me being nice

James:

James:..and you're doing such a great job-

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the grey is james, the blue is remus

(not my photo, found on pinterest!)

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flight - may 4 - black brothers - jegulus - @black-brothers-microfic - word count: 491

Sirius: I forgot, I can’t pick u up from ur flight. I hav a thing. But someone’s coming, dw. Can’t wait to see u, reggie.

Scowling, Regulus stared down at the screen of his phone while standing awkwardly in the Arrivals area of the airport. He was trying not to feel too upset, but he’d just run away from home, for God’s sake. The least Sirius could do was get him at the damn airport.

He knew it was about time. Sirius had stopped talking to their parents years ago. It’d taken Regulus until he was nineteen to finally sever those ties, but now that he had…all he wanted was to pretend that part of his life never happened. To never talk to Walburga and Orion again. To start over. 

He so wished he had done this sooner. Taken Sirius up on his offer years ago, stayed when the Blacks had moved back to France, or at least left after he’d realized that things were even worse without Sirius. He’d left so much behind: his brother, his friends, his school, and…what could he call him? He wasn’t his boyfriend, not really. But he still held such an important place in Regulus’s heart, even after three years of no contact, that he couldn’t help but hope…

Regulus: Fuck you, Sirius. Who are you sending? And when? I’ve been waiting fifteen minutes. Sirius: Patience, young padawan. Ull see.

He snorted angrily and resisted the urge to stomp his foot like a toddler in the middle of the airport. Instead, he turned this way and that, hand still on his giant suitcase, looking for an empty bench to sit on while he waited.

It was when he turned that he finally saw him.

Walking toward him, a piece of torn-out notebook paper in his hand with the word ‘Reg’ scrawled on it in what looked like three different pen colors, there was no mistaking who it was, even after three years.

“James,” he breathed, completely forgetting his luggage and staggering one step forward.

James, however, seemed to have full control of his leg movements, because as soon as his hazel eyes met Regulus’s, he began to jog, covering the ground between them and pulling Regulus into the best hug he’d ever felt, the safety of being in James’s arms again making him nearly light-headed. 

“Hi,” Regulus choked, refusing to let go of the other man, even after a socially acceptable time had passed.

“I’m so proud of you, baby,” James murmured into his hair, pressing his lips there over and over. “So fucking proud.”

Finally, Regulus pulled back. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry…I missed you, so much,” he said hesitantly, trying to explain, without actually explaining, that James had never left his thoughts. Not for a moment.

But James’s answering smile was dazzling. “Me too, love. Let’s get you home, where you belong, yeah? We’ll figure everything else out later.”

Regulus could only nod.

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Marauders in 1st year vs. 7th!!!

James Potter

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

Peter Pettigrew

Lily Evans

Marlene McKinnon

Alice Fortescue

Mary Macdonald

Dorcas Meadowes

Regulus Black

Pandora Lestrange

Frank Longbottom

Benjy Fenwick

Evan Rosier

Emmeline Vance

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Here’s a colored version idk

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sword - jegulus - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 274

“Hey there, Prongs.”

Jumping a mile and turning around to brandish his wand like a sword, James found himself face-to-face with Remus Lupin in what he thought was a completely deserted corridor. “Merlin, Moony,” he gasped, pressing his hand to his chest dramatically. “Warn a guy.”

“Why should I, when you’re not supposed to be here?” Remus retorted, gesturing to the dark halls. “Don’t remember a prank planned for this evening?”

“Oh, er…last-minute thing. We came up with it after you already left for rounds,” James stammered, trying desperately to come up with a believable story.

“Really?” Remus replied lightly. “That’s odd, since Sirius and Pete have been in detention all evening.”

James balked. “We…er…we…er, we talked over the mirrors!” he explained, proud of himself for coming up with the story.

“Yeah? Then where’s your mirror, Prongs?” Remus questioned, raising an eyebrow.

The answer, of course, was that it was tucked safely in his trunk.

“Erm…” he murmured, looking down.

“Regulus will be here in a moment,” Remus continued conversationally. “He’s on his way now, last time I checked the Map.”

“Why would I care about that?” James demanded, knowing he sounded guiltier than ever.

“Jesus, Prongs. You stare at him like he’s a God. Be more subtle,” the other boy rolled his eyes. 

James’s mouth popped open.

“Not sure when you two actually started hooking up, but you need to start coming up with better stories. I may not care who you’re snogging, but I’m disappointed in your lying ability,” Remus said with a snort.

James just gaped as Remus walked off, only pausing to wave at a confused-looking Regulus as he went.

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6-year-old Regulus flinched at the sound of his mother yelling downstairs. Sirius, only a year older, pulled a blanket other them, enveloping them in darkness. It somehow made them feel a bit safer. Like somehow the piece of fabric could protect them from all the monsters in the world, even the ones they lived with.

It was quiet for a while, silence only occasionally broken by a sharp intake of air when they heard something shatter. Probably some expensive vase.

"What do you want to be when you grow up?" Regulus whispered to his older brother.

"Brave," Sirius answered quietly, wincing as the voices downstairs got louder.