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Jegulily Week, Day 7: Lion

The last day!! Thanks to everyone who created for this event, it was a lot of fun!

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@jegulilyweek, day six: angel

hey angel, one direction

hey angel do you know the reasons why we look up to the sky?

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Jegulily Week, Day 6: Angel

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Jegulily Drabble Day 3: Flower

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It feels like they’re in his throat now. Vines reaching out and digging into every crevice. Choking and wrapping around his lungs and heart. Squeezing every time he catches a glimpse of them in the hallways.

He can’t differentiate between the love and the pain anymore. One causing the other, causing the other.

Even with the flowers lying there, covered in his blood, he can’t help but think that they’re beautiful.

He grew up being told that he loved too much. Was too soft.

Fitting that it would be the thing to kill him.

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Day 2: Spontaneous

part 1: here

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You aren't allowed to flinch.

That's something Regulus learnt early. No matter what you see happening to someone, you're not allowed to react at all.

He doesn't remember when his parents taught him that lesson, but he hasn't forgotten it.

(It was probably over Evan, his cousins' cousin. His death is so loud and bright and violent, like fireworks, and Regulus has always wanted to tuck himself away from it when they're in the same room.)

Sometimes its so, so difficult.

Bertha Jorkins sits across from him in the library, whispering incessantly with one of her friends while he tries to finish his Astronomy homework.

(Stars, always stars)

Sometimes Regulus worries he's magnitudes weaker than everyone else on earth.

It's an almost blasphemous thought. He's supposed to be the best the world has.

(He tries to be, he won't ever stop trying.)

But her presence is almost unbearable.

She screams and screams in his mind. It's all blood and blinding pain, and she'd been pregnant, and now, well...

She lives for days as her body and mind are ripped to shreds.

There's so much blood.

Even now it's on everything she touches. Red fingerprints on the books, on her friend's arm. Pooling under her library chair.

No one else reacts. Her friend smiles and giggles like nothing's wrong, leaning in to whisper something else as they ogle someone over Regulus' shoulder.

He focuses on breathing.

He's not allowed to close his eyes, not allowed to put his hands over his ears.

Bertha's eyes sparkle as she lays out some great social conspiracy under her breath.

Oh, you haven't heard, she wants to break up with him - no obviously she hasn't told him that - I think she wants to be single when she goes to that fancy gala she got invited to.

She's always gossiping, saying things she shouldn't, prying into other people's business, and always so blithely, so cheerfully. Like it isn't going to get her killed.

She actually dated Pettigrew for a few months last year. A few visits to Hogsmede, heart shaped sweets, sitting next to each other at lunch. And Regulus would have ignored it, what did he care about other people's silly childish romances? But she'd been so carefree about that too. Like it was just a fun few months of trying dating out for the first time. Saccharine and happy, no expectations, no resentments. Like he wouldn't be the one to lead her to her death.

Regulus used to think of it as frivolity. Her silliness, her lack of solemnity.

Now he's come to see it as a strength he simply doesn't have.

To be happy living. To not be weighed down by the fate hanging over you. To accept your lot without sadness and enjoy the life given to you.

He can't do that.

Everyone else seems to have fun with the bits of life that don't matter, that aren't part of their great fate. Skipping a class for an impromptu concert in the common room, parties, day trips, friendships, hookups, the whole concept of 'Valentine's Day'.

Regulus isn't spontaneous like that. The fate is all there is for him. He can't focus on anything else when he needs to get it right.

The sorting hat sat on his head for four and a half minutes while he told it over and over that he wanted Slytherin. He wanted to fulfil his destiny. That was his sole commitment.

Regulus has feared ever since that it saw his weakness and thought he'd fail.

(No one has ever failed. Ever in history. Evey single death he's read in the paper, and there are so many these days, are all exactly as they're supposed to be.)

He can't. He can't be the one to fuck it up.

And then there's Lily Evans.

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Jegulily Week, Day 5: Pure

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Unfinished Jegulily Sketch Day 4- Snake

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(It's meant to be Lily holding a snake Regulus in animagus form and wearing a red jumper she stole from James but I’m not feeling great so have to post it unfinished)

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@jegulilyweek, day 4: snake

an au where all three are sorted into slytherin

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tyler posey as regulus

dylan o'brien as james

holland roden as lily

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Jegulily Week, Day 4: Snake

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Day 2: Spontaneous

part 1: here

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You aren't allowed to flinch.

That's something Regulus learnt early. No matter what you see happening to someone, you're not allowed to react at all.

He doesn't remember when his parents taught him that lesson, but he hasn't forgotten it.

(It was probably over Evan, his cousins' cousin. His death is so loud and bright and violent, like fireworks, and Regulus has always wanted to tuck himself away from it when they're in the same room.)

Sometimes its so, so difficult.

Bertha Jorkins sits across from him in the library, whispering incessantly with one of her friends while he tries to finish his Astronomy homework.

(Stars, always stars)

Sometimes Regulus worries he's magnitudes weaker than everyone else on earth.

It's an almost blasphemous thought. He's supposed to be the best the world has.

(He tries to be, he won't ever stop trying.)

But her presence is almost unbearable.

She screams and screams in his mind. It's all blood and blinding pain, and she'd been pregnant, and now, well...

She lives for days as her body and mind are ripped to shreds.

There's so much blood.

Even now it's on everything she touches. Red fingerprints on the books, on her friend's arm. Pooling under her library chair.

No one else reacts. Her friend smiles and giggles like nothing's wrong, leaning in to whisper something else as they ogle someone over Regulus' shoulder.

He focuses on breathing.

He's not allowed to close his eyes, not allowed to put his hands over his ears.

Bertha's eyes sparkle as she lays out some great social conspiracy under her breath.

Oh, you haven't heard, she wants to break up with him - no obviously she hasn't told him that - I think she wants to be single when she goes to that fancy gala she got invited to.

She's always gossiping, saying things she shouldn't, prying into other people's business, and always so blithely, so cheerfully. Like it isn't going to get her killed.

She actually dated Pettigrew for a few months last year. A few visits to Hogsmede, heart shaped sweets, sitting next to each other at lunch. And Regulus would have ignored it, what did he care about other people's silly childish romances? But she'd been so carefree about that too. Like it was just a fun few months of trying dating out for the first time. Saccharine and happy, no expectations, no resentments. Like he wouldn't be the one to lead her to her death.

Regulus used to think of it as frivolity. Her silliness, her lack of solemnity.

Now he's come to see it as a strength he simply doesn't have.

To be happy living. To not be weighed down by the fate hanging over you. To accept your lot without sadness and enjoy the life given to you.

He can't do that.

Everyone else seems to have fun with the bits of life that don't matter, that aren't part of their great fate. Skipping a class for an impromptu concert in the common room, parties, day trips, friendships, hookups, the whole concept of 'Valentine's Day'.

Regulus isn't spontaneous like that. The fate is all there is for him. He can't focus on anything else when he needs to get it right.

The sorting hat sat on his head for four and a half minutes while he told it over and over that he wanted Slytherin. He wanted to fulfil his destiny. That was his sole commitment.

Regulus has feared ever since that it saw his weakness and thought he'd fail.

(No one has ever failed. Ever in history. Evey single death he's read in the paper, and there are so many these days, are all exactly as they're supposed to be.)

He can't. He can't be the one to fuck it up.

And then there's Lily Evans.

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Jegulily Drabble Day 3: Flower

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It feels like they’re in his throat now. Vines reaching out and digging into every crevice. Choking and wrapping around his lungs and heart. Squeezing every time he catches a glimpse of them in the hallways.

He can’t differentiate between the love and the pain anymore. One causing the other, causing the other.

Even with the flowers lying there, covered in his blood, he can’t help but think that they’re beautiful.

He grew up being told that he loved too much. Was too soft.

Fitting that it would be the thing to kill him.

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@jegulilyweek, day 3: flower

sadie sink as lily evans

conan gray as regulus black

joshua bassett as james potter

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Jegulily Week, Day 3: Flower

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@jegulilyweek, day 2: spontaneous

just a spur-of-the-moment camping trip

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Jegulily Drabble Day 2: Spontaneous

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James is a naturally spontaneous person. He thinks of an idea and almost nothing can be done to stop him from acting on it.

For pranks in secondary he was the ideas man. Nothing better than seeing something he thought of come to life. The adrenaline rush of setting it up and watching the chaos unfold.

Someone else usually helped to iron out the details. It worked then. The dynamic. Everyone with their abilities, together an unstoppable team.

He’d miss it. And not just because of what’s happening right now. Though, he can admit, he probably should stop planning surprises for his partners without someone else’s help.

The day had started out well, the weather matching his good mood. Blue skies, not a cloud in sight. It was the weather that had given him the idea that morning.

He had convinced Lily and Regulus to go out so he could prepare. They had enjoyed the town market, filling him in on old friends, new finds, and local gossip in the car.

It was only as he was laying out the blanket and food that the dark clouds made themselves known. A grey blanket on the horizon ready to cover up the world.

He didn’t let it being down his mood. They should have enough time. (Probably.) He only needed an hour. Just an hour. And, yes, maybe he had forgotten to actually check the weather forecast and had started to panic slightly. Tried to convince himself that it would all end up fine.

Lily and Regulus had been delighted when he led them into the small clearing. Sitting down and making sure he knew how thankful they were. Trading kisses and making sure he tried every bit of food they had themselves.

But the clouds crept closer and closer and James knew they’d have to pack up early. They had only been there for about twenty minutes and he could see the clouds right above them now, even darker as they blocked out the sun.

The rain starts suddenly, no slow start to warn them, just buckets flooding down in one go until he can barely see through his glasses. Panicked, he starts to grab food and thermos’ and shoves them back into the picnic basket, trying to save some of it.

Can he save this by having the rest of the picnic in the car? No, they’d all be drenched by then and wouldn’t want to sit there in wet clothes. Maybe, he should just give up. Sometimes his ideas don’t work out. He knows that, but it doesn’t remove the sinking feeling in his chest. He doesn’t seem to be very good at doing things right.

He doesn’t notice Lily and Regulus have stopped helping him until a hand appears in front of his face, interrupting his thoughts.

Lily is standing in front of him now, hand held out, waiting. He looks up into her still smiling face, a gentle look in her eye he still can’t believe she’s directing towards him. He hesitates for a second, confused, but knows he’d always take her hand if it was being offered. She pulls him up to a stand just as music starts playing from his right.

From Regulus’ phone.

By now, Regulus is resembling a drenched cat. A disgruntled look on his face that would fool anyone other than him and Lily. The tiniest little turn up on one side of his mouth. The way he’s ‘casually’ holding his phone with the speaker faced towards them.

It takes him a moment to fully process what’s happening. Takes Lily wrapping her arms around his neck and starting to sway side to side, encouraging him to dance.

They end up twirling and giggling and nearly slipping in the mud a dozen times. He knows they might get sick from this, will be cold and freezing and hungry by the time they’re home. But for now, for now they turn to Regulus and hold out a hand. Waiting for him to join them.

And if James could love them any more than he already does, he would.

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Jegulily Week, Day 2: Spontaneous

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Jegulily Drabble Day 1: Water Implied (slightly more than implied??) Sexual Content

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Regulus can remember a time when he couldn’t touch water. When his showers had to be boiling and he’d only really come back to himself hours after. When the feeling of water was closer to hands grabbing and bruising and pulling him down, down, down.

Sometimes, he wonders. How something that took years to recover from could feel like they happened to a different person. A different him.

Right now, though, he can’t seem to think of anything much at all. The warm water is no longer to help dissociate, but for pure enjoyment.

The hands he feels very much welcome and with the only aim of dragging out as much pleasure as possible.

Lily pauses her ministrations on his neck for a moment. “You ok?”

He leans in and smiles into a kiss, his grip in James’ hair urging him to continue below. “Never better.”

He finds showers have much better memories these days. Good replacing bad until it just slips away. Like water off his skin.