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the midwest princess!

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defending regulus black isn’t enough i need a gun

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Regulus is so real bc if I met some beef cake with a heart of gold I too would autism myself into his pants

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i was zoned out and then randomly got punched with the memory of the fact that crimson rivers sirius had one of his memory moments right as remus and him were about to get married and remus recognized that and was like wait. and made everyone wait because he didn’t want sirius to miss it and the fact that sirius started freaking out at the idea of missing it, but remus assured him that he made everyone wait for him.

and this people is the reason crimson rivers is always and forever my favorite because i just get random gut punches.

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longing - @jegulus-microfic - word count: 167

James stared at Sirius with a look of nothing less than longing.

Not because it was Sirius. No! It was because Sirius had nabbed the very last piece of treacle tart, leaving James without pudding.

Of course, he could have been mature about it. he could have even gone to the kitchens to get another one. But he instead chose to sit and pout.

He was quite happy with his choice, if he was honest. Fine to let Sirius feel guilty for the terribly traitorous act he'd committed.

But then a plate of his favorite dessert clanged down in front of him.

Astonished, James looked up only to see Regulus Black standing there.

"Don't make a big deal of this," Regulus mumbled before James could speak, and then quickly walked away.

And James smiled, far too happy about the little gesture from the boy he'd been pining after for weeks.

But then..."What the fuck was that?" Sirius asked thickly around a mouthful of his own tart.

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Pls make Remus kinkier its always the quiet ones

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just wanted to share because this made me tear up. “you’re not meant to” is such a beautiful way to word this.

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@jegulus-microfic | April 18: sock | 1.6k

James is sexiled and decides to spend time with Regulus.

There’s a sock on the door knob.

It’s been a long day and James is tired and there’s a fucking sock on the door knob and if he listens close enough he can hear soft grunts.

He’s happy for Sirius and Remus, really, he is, he just wishes that they’d fuck at Remus’ every now and then, and at least keep it to the bedroom.

Sirius and James share a college flat with Peter, Marlene and Lily, so there aren’t many options when they’re all out. Today,  James knows that Peter and Lily have chess club, and Marlene’s training for the women’s boat race, so it’s only him who’d be around.

He sighs and turns around, sending Regulus a text as he goes.

Been sexiled – your dorm free?

He’s walking before he’s received a response – he’s almost positive that the answer will be ‘yes’, and he hasn’t seen Regulus in a week, so they’re long overdue a catch up.

Their friendship was one of the more unexpected things to come out of Regulus bucking centuries of Black tradition and instead following in his brother’s footsteps, choosing Cambridge over Oxford. He settled in nicely to Corpus Christi, flying through his first few years as a history undergraduate while Sirius and James chose Trinity instead.

It took a while but slowly and tentatively Sirius and Regulus attempted to heal their relationship, strained by Regulus’ years at Harrow after Sirius packed up and left when he was sixteen, dropping out and enrolling at a local state school instead. They’re much better now; their barbs at each other aren’t quite as jagged. There’s love there, now, rather than just animosity.

As Regulus and Sirius attempted to mend their relationship, James and Remus had been called in early on to mediate, or sometimes it was Regulus’ friends, Evan and Barty, or even Pandora. From those early tentative meetings in neutral territory, new and interesting friendships bloomed, most of all between Regulus and James.

From early study sessions, it evolved into coffee dates and library outings, and when Remus and Sirius sorted their shit out it became even more frequent – the pair never make James feel like a third wheel, but nonetheless they deserve time to themselves, even if James would prefer for them not to fuck on every and any available surface in their dorm.

Regulus is a comforting presence for James; he doesn’t demand anything of him. James is naturally an extrovert; always the centre of a room, but sometimes he needs to recharge, and Regulus lets him do that. He reminds James of calm waters on a spring day, and whenever James needs to quiet his mind, he finds the youngest Black. He only hopes he offers Regulus some of the same comfort in return.

That, and maybe something more. Maybe he hopes that one day there’s a sock on his door knob, and that the reason is Regulus..

James is drawn out of his thoughts as his phone dings.

Sure – text me when you’re here, will come meet you

It’s a five-minute walk but James makes it there in two, calling Regulus to get him to buzz him in. He’s a familiar figure amongst the second years at Corpus, and he’s pretty sure a few of them will have also texted the youngest Black to alert him to James’ presence.

The college door opens and Regulus emerges, dressed in sweatpants and a Trinity rowing sweatshirt that James left last time he was over. He’s so lovely, James thinks, an impulse he doesn’t know how to control; isn’t sure he wants to control it.

“Sexiled, huh?” Regulus holds the door open as James steps through, falling into step with each other and walking up a flight of stairs to reach Regulus’ dorm. It’s empty, although that isn’t uncommon for Regulus. Barty and Evan hold unsociable hours, and Regulus, Pandora and Dorcas have a frankly insane amount of extracurriculars to attend, so they’re rarely together.

“There was a sock on the front door and I’m pretty sure I could hear noises so I didn’t want to risk it,” James says, settling himself in the kitchen, finding Regulus’ mug and a new one with a deer in glasses; a ‘congratulations’ for James’ performance in the inter-college boat races that’s become a permanent fixture in Regulus’ dorm.

He locates the teabags; Yorkshire for James, organic for Regulus, before turning back to the mugs.

“I don’t blame you – those two seem to spend more time fucking than not – it’s a minor miracle they get any work done,” Regulus chuckles, gently bumping James’ hip to get to the fridge, taking out his oat milk and James’ rice milk.

They settle into the routine like it’s second nature; they’re familiar with each other in a way that’s almost intimate. They stand together waiting for the kettle to boil, perhaps a bit too close for it to be entirely platonic, but James isn’t going to move away if Regulus doesn’t.

He always feels like they’re teetering on the edge of something more than what they are, something better, but for all of James’ bravery, he isn’t sure how to make the next move, and he doesn’t want to wreck this peace that Regulus and his brother have been working so hard on.

“So, how was your day?” Regulus asks, tilting his head to better look at James. He looks unbelievably soft in James’ jumper and James thinks that if he just moves his pinkie he can link it with Regulus’.

“Exhausting. I had rowing first thing and a few readings to do for my supervision that I’d completely missed,” James sighs. He loves his degree but he’s never been as organised as Regulus, who seems to have work done almost before it’s set. “Also, I spent a solid ten minutes looking for that jumper.”

A light blush creeps up Regulus’ cheeks at that. “Sorry, you left it here after practice last week so I washed it but completely forgot to text you.”

A smile falls across James’ face. “You’re fine, Reg, and besides, it suits you. I guess I should get myself a Corpus one to match, huh?” He smirks as the red of Regulus’ cheeks becomes more pronounced.

The kettle whistles and Regulus turns away from James to fill their cups. “James Potter, behave yourself.” He hip checks James again, this time with a bit more force. Except he doesn’t move back. He stays there, leaning against James, and James feels like his entire body’s a livewire.

The tightrope they’re walking is getting more taut, and James finds himself eager for the fall.

“But Regulus, dearest, where’s the fun in that?” He leans forward, entirely too close for it to be platonic, and Regulus is turning, turning-

“Ow! Fuck!” James forgot about the fact that Regulus was holding a kettle of boiling water, and he’s paying for that now. Water splashes over the counter as Regulus rushes to put the kettle down, taking James’ hand and leading him over to the tap.

He turns the cold water tap on, letting it flow over their entwined hands. He is too still, too silent, and James wants to go back to where they were. He wants the tightrope back. He wants to fall.

He can be brave, he thinks, if it means he gets to have something with Regulus.

Regulus is staring intently at their entwined hands, like it’s the most fascinating thing in the universe, and James breaks the silence.

“Reg-”

“What are we doing, James? We’ve been tiptoeing around each other for weeks and it’s driving me insane and I want to be around you all the time and I think I’m already half in love with you so I’d love if you can clear up what this is,” he states, false bravado injected into his tone, but James can hear the tremors. He’s so nervous, but so brave. Regulus Black, the Lion Heart.

It takes a while for the words to register in James’ head.

Oh.

Oh.

James removes his hand from the running water, ignoring the slight sting and the inevitable burn that will be left. He cups Regulus’ cheek, forcing the younger boy to look at him. Regulus is terrified, but so hopeful.

“Reg, I- I want-” James runs his hand through his hair in frustration. He can’t get his words out.

“Jamie?” Regulus’ voice is so soft, as though he’s worried he’ll scare James off, and the only thing James can do is kiss him.

Regulus’ lips are rough, a bit chapped from where he nibbles on them when he’s nervous. He tastes of tea and cinnamon and James wants to devour him. There is nothing soft about it. James’ tongue darts out, soothing Regulus’ lips, and the younger boy lets out a moan that’s pure filth and ecstasy and James is falling, falling, fallen.

He wants to do this forever.

His hands find their way to Regulus’ waist, tracing the skin underneath the Trinity sweater that’s been driving James insane since he first saw Regulus wearing it. It’s his, it’s him.

They break apart to breathe and James attaches his lips to Regulus’ neck, marking, claiming. He can’t think beyond this moment, beyond the boy in front of him.

“Jamie, we should- we need to-” he cuts himself off, broken sighs escaping his lips as he tangles his hands in James’ hair.

James reluctantly removes himself from Regulus’ neck, taking the boy’s face in his hands. “Do you want this, Reg? Do you want me?”

Regulus’ eyes trace James’ face, and whatever he sees softens him.

“Always, Jamie.” And James is lost.

They’ll talk about it later, as the sunlight paints the walls of Regulus’ room, but this is enough for now. For ever.

And if Barty finds a sock on the door knob when he comes back from the library, well, that’s between him and Regulus.

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prompt: forbid (april 4th). 583 words. @jegulus-microfic.

“Forbid it?” Regulus says, his voice echoing. “Sirius you can’t just—do that.”

James waits hesitantly for Sirius’ reply. He’d just been gone for a second, grabbing a jumper from his bedroom for a particularly stubborn draft. Really, he ought to go into the room properly—it’s not right to eavesdrop—but when Sirius says his name, he can’t quite resist.

“James is being insufferable about it,” Sirius groans, and James can practically hear him roll his eyes.

“Insufferable about what?”

James tries not to hang on to every word Regulus says. He fails.

“About his little crush,” Sirius finishes.

Crush. Crush. Fuck.

Regulus suddenly goes very silent. “I think you might be misinterpreting things, Sirius. James and I are just friends.”

Just friends. The words ring through his head, too. James can’t help but suppress a smile at the thought, though.

Him and Regulus, just friends? At this point, James thinks, Sirius ought to know better. Him and Regulus have been dating for the past three months, and he still hasn’t caught on.

It started off as a little joke, between the two of them. "We’re practically dating already,” James had said. “Only thing I haven’t done yet is kiss you.

Of course, Regulus had found that rather funny, and it’d turned into what it is now—a little game they play, seeing how long it’ll take for Sirius to catch on to the fact that James’ crush is more than reciprocated.

“Just friends, my arse,” Sirius laughs. “You should see the way he looks at you. Practically turns into Bambi.”

“Well, I don’t see why it’s necessary to forbid him from asking me out. And I don’t see why you’re telling me about it.”

“Because I want to be upfront about it, with you,” Sirius continues. “And besides, it has to have been driving you crazy. I mean, I know what it’s like when Prongs gets a crush, I saw him around Lily—“

“—Okay,” Regulus cuts him off. “I get the idea. Still, Sirius, I think you might be overstepping a bit.”

Sirius goes quiet, and James worries for a moment that Regulus has hit a nerve. 

“Overstepping?” Sirius wonders. “If anything you should be thanking me, I mean you hate it when he—“

“I don’t.”

James’ smile grows wider. If there’s any accomplishment that he prides himself on, it’s in breaking the stony exterior of Regulus Black.

“You don’t what?”

Regulus sighs. “I don’t—I don’t hate it.”

A pause

“I don’t mind, really.”

James can practically see the flush dusting Regulus’ cheeks. He always blushes around sappy things, James has learned.

“Oh my God,” Sirius says. “You totally like him back.”

Under his breath, Regulus whispers, “Shut it. He’s only supposed to be gone for a few minutes.”

At that, James has to bite back at laugh. Leave it to Regulus to be embarrassed for having feelings for his boyfriend.

“Would it be such a bad thing, if he overheard?”

“Yes,” Regulus states. “It would be. Mostly because James does not need to know—“

James, of course, chooses that moment to walk back into the room.

“What do I not need to know?” He asks, eyes fixed to Regulus’ mortified face.

“Nothing,” Regulus says, a little too quickly.

“Really?” James asks. “Didn’t seem like nothing.”

Regulus’ face burns. James revels in it, a little, even when Regulus gives the slightest shake of his head.

“Nothing,” Regulus glares. 

Sirius looks giddily between them. “Oh, this is going to be fun.”

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resist - @jegulus-microfic - word count: 100

It was getting bad.

Even as he tried to convince himself that James Potter was an idiot, that he was obnoxious and overly-emotional and had a huge head, his damn heart didn't seem to want to listen.

Because when Potter flashed him a smile, even as his brain said, 'Nope, no, absolutely not,' his body got all hot and he tripped over his own words and he sometimes had to fight back a smile.

"C'mon, Reg. You know you can't resist me," Potter whispered to him, shit-eating grin making Regulus's stomach flip-flop.

And the worst part was: he was right.

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Domestic wolfstar moments because we need peace in this household

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Soo... somehow got myself sucked into The Marauders fandom and I have no idea how -- but have a young Sirius Black, because I'm just gonna embrace this~ ✨

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Rip Remus Lupin. You would’ve loved the 🙄🙄🙄 emoji. You just know he used it at least twice a day when replying to Sirius

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sorry for having a huge cock and correct opinions on everything. as if it’s my fault.

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Tired Moony.. going back to my roots with this sketchy style, so so fun

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The new jegulus short film?????

Fucking amazing

The writing? The way everything looked?? The chemistry???? The tension?????? The fucking perfect casting????

Ugh it was absolutely incredible

Thank you The mischief production for an amazing short film!!!

It's called A night's tale! You can watch it by clicking -> here

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sum domestic jegulus ☕️☀️