#jegulus neighbors

[onehundredflamingos]

13 / street / 344 words

@jegulus-microfic

When Regulus saw the moving truck across the street, he wasn’t all that interested in who the new neighbor would be. His entire neighborhood was being taken over by families with small children, and while he enjoyed watching them all ride their bikes past his house in the evenings, he didn’t actually care to meet them all.

The new neighbor did, in fact, have a child, but he was clearly a single parent.

Every single day, the little boy would ask to cross the street to Regulus’ house. Every day, he would look for dandelions in Regulus’ yard as if he didn’t have his own lawn. Every day, he would search for little holes under the foundation to see if he could find lizards or garden snakes.

And every day, Regulus would sit by the open window and listen to him hunt, watching his — quite frankly — beautiful father trail behind him.

“Dad, do I have to look for lizards today?” The little boy sat down in Regulus’ walkway, hot and defeated.

“I thought you liked looking for lizards, Harry,” the dad replied quickly.

Harry shook his head. “You said you wanted to see if the pretty neighbor was home.”

Regulus choked on his drink, not sure if he should laugh at the brashness of the boy or blush at the brashness of his father.

“Okay, time to go,” the dad said, urgently tugging Harry up by his upper arm. Harry stood up on his own, but instead of walking back to his own house, he ran to Regulus’ front door, pressing the doorbell over and over while his dad tried to shrink in on himself.

Regulus pulled open the door, laughing. He looked down at Harry before letting his gaze move back up to find his father’s.

“Would you like to come in, uh…”

“James,” the dad supplied for him.

“James,” Regulus repeated. “I’m Regulus,” he added, stepping out of the way for his new neighbors to come inside.

“Finally,” Harry bemoaned, walking into the house and settling down onto the couch.

Regulus couldn’t help but agree.

[robarazzii]

james potter is such a naked neighbour like he does not care if the blinds aren’t shut and the curtains are open he’ll change whenever and wherever he wants and whoever happens to see is just blessed with his quidditch bod

[jamesisasimp]

Would anyone like the jegulus au where the gang say "fuck this war" and move to the muggle world and also reg gets disowned and also they meet on the knight bus and james buys him cocoa?

No? Just me? Okay

So he knows how he looks, and he's not flattered by it either, thanks. But he also doesn't have his parents' expectations on his shoulders anymore, and he sure as hell doesn't feel above anyone. He feels like he's at the lowest of lows. So if this guy that just clambered into the bed nearby doesn't stop staring for five fucking minutes he's not going to ignore him anymore. He's going to beat his head in with one of the bedposts.

Okay, he won't do that. But he'll think about it.

[jam3sp0ttery]

here we go yall

[bellaxisworld]

february 29, @jegulus-microfic prompt: address. word count: 1,019.

James checks and double-checks the star shaped silver tag, glancing out the car window at the street sign. “Are you sure this is the right address?” he asks Remus, running a gentle hand along the black cat’s fur. The cat, Lune, purrs and pushes her head into his palm. He smiles, warmth blooming in his chest from her unabashed affection. They’d only just picked her up an hour ago, finding her stranded but clawing gently at their door. James’ heart immediately latched onto her, melting everytime she nudged him with her paw. 

“This is definitely the address from her collar,” Remus mutters, looking at the small flower beds lining the walkway. The home was rather lovely, looking strangely antique but well taken care of. 

James had no clue how Lune managed to find herself halfway across the city. 

He and Remus walk tentatively up to the green-painted door, and James already mourns the loss of Lune, aching with the thought of having to let her go. She’s curled up against his chest, eyes half lidded with sleepiness. James wants to hold on forever. 

The door opens, and James thinks his world realigns itself, or maybe it falls apart and rebuilds into something new, something utterly wonderful. 

The most lovely boy James has ever seen stands before them, pouting and adorable, with flushed cheeks and black curls ruffled against his forehead and around his ears. He looks rather disturbed that anyone dares bother him, and James thinks there should be art dedicated to the glory that is this man standing before him. James thinks he is the art itself. 

His pretty gray eyes widen almost comically as he sees the cat in James’ arms. 

James’s heart flips and turns and squeezes when he grumbles something unintelligible in French, and he’s silent, stuck staring at this beauty in awe. 

Remus clears his throat. “We found her clawing at our door this afternoon. I’m not quite sure how she made it to our part of town, but—”

“My idiot brother, that’s how,” the man says, rolling his eyes and huffing. James wants to touch and feel him under his fingertips, completely enraptured by this downright angelic being. “He was babysitting her this weekend while I was out of town. Obviously, he cannot be trusted with babysitting.” He reaches forward with pale hands to scoop her from James’ chest, but James is transfixed, lips parted as he thinks about the French lilt to the man’s words. He might be falling in love. 

Remus elbows him and he’s sharply brought back to reality, highly aware he was staring for a moment too long. He releases Lune to her owner’s arms, and she purrs again, nuzzling into the man’s neck. James is full of butterflies as he sees the man smile, hands lovingly cradling Lune. He feels less sorry for returning her, now that he sees the love she is returning to. 

James also plans on infiltrating the man’s life, wiggling his way into his beautiful arms, so he knows he’ll see her again. 

“Thank you both for bringing her home. It’s quite a ways from your home, I imagine, but your effort is very appreciated.” He speaks so formally, and James wants to dig his fingers into and tug and tug until something breaks. He’s feeling rather insane about this stunning stranger. “I’m Regulus, by the way. Your names are—?”

Remus chokes, coughing rather dramatically. “Regulus?” he croaks. “As in, Regulus Black?”

What a pretentious name, James thinks, again staring at him wistfully. Then— “Black? Like, Sirius—”

“I am Regulus Black, Sirius Black’s brother.” Regulus says, monotonously. Ah, the French makes sense. “Stupid bastard couldn’t even properly babysit my cat.” He huffs. “Are you all neighbors, then?”

Sirius Black is James’ enthusiastic French neighbor turned good friend. He was also blessed with unnaturally good looks, and James sees the resemblance now, looking at Regulus. 

Beside James, Remus blushes and mumbles, “Not my neighbor—” 

Sirius is James’ neighbor, and Remus’ current European conquest. How fitting, James thinks, for him and Remus both to fall for the Black brothers. 

James is free-falling off the deep end, preparing for a brutal fall. 

“I’m James,” he manages to say. Regulus’ rapt attention turns to him and he burns under it, feeling overwhelmed immediately. “Sirius’ neighbor.” He extends a hand and a smile, waiting for Regulus to take it. 

Take my hand, he begs in his head. Free fall with me. 

Their hands meet in the middle, and James swears he feels a spark ignite between them. He thinks he sees Regulus blush under his gaze. 

Their hands fit together perfectly, like puzzle pieces clicking into place. They both linger in the other’s touch, reluctant to pull away, brown eyes caught on gray ones, stuck in this charged moment. 

“Thank you, James,” whispers Regulus, and James grins, soaking up every second of his attention, feeling a rush of affection towards him. His name spilling from Regulus’ lips feels like a form of worship. 

James takes a leap of faith, free-falling off the very edge of which he was unprepared to fall from. “Can I get your number, Regulus?” Catch my fall, catch my fall, catch my— 

“Yes,” he breathes, hastily running into his apartment and returning with a slip of paper. He’s blushing fiercely, and James wants nothing more than to kiss his pink cheeks. He’s beautiful and soft, worth being cherished. 

James winks on his way down the steps, and when they make it into the car, Remus cackles. “Both of us! The Black brothers, James, both of them!” He’s wheezing. 

They drive off, and James looks back to see a black head of curls peeking through a curtained window. James smiles, and Regulus waves back, a soft smile tugging at his lips. 

If James is free-falling, so is Regulus—and that’s what love is all about, doing the scary things together. They’ll hold each other through the fall, and the crash might not hurt so bad. Maybe the pain will vanish with the first touch of a lover’s kiss. Either way—they’ll come out of it, together.

✩ part 29/29 of my microfic-fic on ao3: february, i'm yours.

[stormygrievances]

@jegulus-microfic February 1st, shower, 253 words

“Harry, that’s it. You’re going in the shower, like it or not,” Regulus reprimands, scooping the crying child up from the floor and propping him on his waist.

He has the same struggle with this little demon every single day. No exceptions. It’s like Harry’s allergic to water, honestly. Their neighbors must think they’re torturing their child by the way he screams. It’s a miracle he hasn’t been reported to child services so far.

Harry puts up quite a fight for a toddler his size, tugging harshly on Regulus’ curls and pushing him away with all the strength his little body can muster. “Harry. Stop,” he scolds, again.

They hear the front door unlock, James striding into the living room whistling a little tune and calling out to them. “Where is the love of my life…” he sing-songs. “And my husband?”

Harry, ever the traitor, squeals with glee at the sound of his Dad’s voice. “Papa, Papa, put me down!”

Not in the mood for another screaming match, Regulus puts Harry down, who wobbles his way over to James, making grabby hands at him. Regulus’ heart melts at the picture, but then he remembers he’s still angry with their toddler. “Funny as always, Jamie. Want to know what your son did today?”

“Oh, so he’s my son now? I’ll keep that in mind when you want his midnight cuddles,” James teases, winking over at his husband.

Regulus sighs, rubbing a hand over his face. “He doesn’t want to go in the shower, again.”

[sommerregenjuniluft]

@jegulus-microfic - october 31 - halloween - 745words

insp by @regscupid october 3rd microfic <3

“Say ‘I am going to abduct you, earthling.’”

“I look stupid.”

“You look properly scary.”

“I have wobbly eyes on my head.”

“Don’t see what one thing has to do with the other, love,” James grins cheekily from behind Regulus in the mirror and then gives him a loud smooch on his cheek.

Regulus rolls his eyes and hopes the green-ish face paint over his nose covers his blush.

“Ready to go, Hazza?” James calls up the stairs.

There’s a giggle from the floor above, a few quiet steps and then Harry jumps down two at a time within sight of them with a loud Grawr.

James playfully jumps in place and clutches his chest with a gasp as Harry erupts into evil snickers.

The young boy comes bounding down the rest of the stairs in his skeleton onesie and black and white face paint that’s only minutely smudged (as of now) and holds up his sweets bucket that his father told him to get from his room. 

This one is distracted fighting to pull his spider legs shoulder straps over his thick coat so Regulus gives Harry a nod and a smirk and reaches his hand out to him, “C’mon. Shoes on and then off we go.”

“Yeah!” Harry yells with elation and passes his plastic pumpkin bucket off to Regulus.

It’s still light outside when they start their walk around the neighborhood.

James tells Harry to look out for the houses with Halloween decoration, anything creepy– candles, spiderwebs, carved pumpkins.

It only takes two houses down the sidewalk before Harry gasps and points at a prettily decorated front door.

James gives his son a warm smile, nodding, telling him to go on, as he snakes an arm around Regulus’ waist, pulling him closer into his side.

It’s not particularly cold but Regulus lets himself melt into James’ ridiculously puffy jacket with a sigh anyways. He’s warm and he smells good, like his cologne and their laundry detergent and the glass of mulled wine they shared before getting ready. 

He burrows further into James’ scarf around his neck as he watches Harry skip up the stairs, two pointy-toothed pumpkins out front, white cotton wool and black, little paper bats adorning the railing.

Harry rings the bell and then hastily presses himself against the outside wall next to the door, holding a finger to his lips as he looks wide-eyed and breathless back at them.

Regulus’ chest feels so full he might burst.

The door opens and a middle aged woman with a witch’s hat peeks around with a bowl of chocolates in her hand.

She has barely time to look confused at James and Regulus before little Harry jumps out of his hiding spot with a shrill, “Trick or treat!”

The woman yelps in a genuine fashion and throws an admonishing look over at him and James as Harry falls into a little giggle fit. “Well, thank goodness I’m no 60 something year old with poor blood pressure,” she says good-naturedly, crouching down in front of Harry with a smile to let him choose his pick. 

Regulus shifts his weight from one foot to the other a little uneasily at the thought of Harry actually giving one of the pensioners in their neighborhood a heart attack.

“As young and fresh as always, Miss Sinistra.” James says with a charming grin.

The woman grumbles a little and fixes James with a look when Harry turns his back to her to join the two of them again, “You fellas should dial it down a notch or two.”

When Regulus looks over again, James seems a little bashful as he smiles brightly, “Noted.”

Satisfied with that, apparently, she softens right up and gives them another pointed look, smug smile on her lips, “Happy Halloween to you.”

“Happy Halloween, dear neighbor,” James responds, squeezing Regulus’ waist knowingly.

Regulus curses quietly, giving Sinistra a wave, smiling strained.

“Happy Halloweeeen,” Harry shouts, racing past them and they quickly turn to follow.

Regulus gnaws on the inside of his lower lip while he feels James radiate with glee next to him, who waits until Harry is further down the sidewalk out of earshot before he leans down and rasps into Regulus ear, “Seems like she didn’t forget the way I fucked you against the window last year, after all.”

Regulus jams his elbow forcefully into James’ side.

The puffy-jacketed bastard doesn’t do much besides chuckle and pull Regulus into a kiss.

[kalegreeneyes]

February 1 - Shower - 638 words - @jegulus-microfic

The shower affixed to the outside of his family’s waterfront beach house is arguably James’ favorite part of the entire house. It faces the water and the strip of beach in front of it, which makes for an excellent view. James loves the view of the crashing ocean waves, but that isn’t the view he appreciates the most. 

There is man who looks to be the same age as him, in his early to mid twenties, who has recently bought the house next door. He has beach in front of his house too, of course, but he likes to walk over in front of James’ house instead and sit next to the bit of reef he has to look at the animals that gather there. When James is done swimming or kayaking or whatever it is that he’s doing, he comes straight in to the shower to look out on the scene before him.

The man usually ignores him, almost as if ignoring him is a sport. He won’t say hello, he won’t wave, he barely gives him so much as a glance most of the time–but James gets him to look every day at least once when he climbs onto the small platform and turns on the shower faucet. He’s been putting on a show for him ever since he noticed it working; stretching his arms this way and that, tipping his head back just so to expose his throat, making the water run over his golden-brown skin in tantalizing rivulets until he catches the man’s head lifting and his gaze landing steadily on him.

He knows the man knows he can see him looking because he’s made eye contact with him more than once. He’s watched the man’s pale skin flush red, seen him look away only to look again a second later like he just can’t help himself. James has never felt anything like it; the thrill of getting this beautiful stranger to notice him. It might be a little pathetic, but he can’t help it. He’s stuck on the mystery of the man, and he wants to reel him in.

So James breaks his routine. He doesn’t go out for his daily activity and doesn’t take his daily outdoor shower, and he watches smugly out the window as the man looks around for him before he heads back inside. He didn’t stay to watch the creatures for very long at all this time.

That night, James waits until after dinner to go out for a swim. He makes a bunch of noise on his way out of the house, swims around for about 10 minutes, then comes back to shore and heads straight for the shower. He sings obnoxiously until he sees what he was waiting for–the curtains on his mysterious neighbor’s house parting. 

James grins triumphantly and holds up the bottle of wine he had placed on the porch next to the shower, waving it in the air toward the window as an offering. The curtain snaps shut, and James starts to feel like his plan was a failure until his neighbor’s door swings open and the man in question comes striding across the grass with two wine glasses in hand. James shuts the shower off and steps out, eyes and grin both wide and happy. He hadn’t thought he’d get this far.

The man looks him up and down, then walks up the stairs to his porch to sit down with the glasses. James scrambles up to join him, sitting in one of the porch chairs without a single thought about getting it wet.

“I’m James,” he smiles, uncorking the bottle and pouring them both a healthy glass. “What’s your name?” he asks.

The man raises an eyebrow at the amount of wine he’s been served, then raises the glass itself. “Regulus.”

[tiredofthehumanlife]

Give Harry Potter prophecic dreams

It's comedy gold imagine parenting jegulus or Jily or jegugily or single dad James WHATEVER they're sitting at the table and they go

"hey Harry bear how'd you sleep? Have any cool dreams?" Expecting like a polar bear on a skateboard and they get

"yeah the neighbors dog died." In like the cutest seven-year old voice as he eats his breakfast and they're like 🙂 wat and then like four days later the neighbors dog ends up dead and theyre like did our 7 year old kill the neighbors' dog right guys it's funny this is a good idea I think

Or it could be sweet yk like

"yeah dada married papa😐" and James is like ' I havent proposed yet how did he know?' and Regulus is like 'no more romcoms before bed.' yk or whatever

[aniwahstan]

All my Jegulus Fics (so far)! ✨

(Fun fact - all my fics are happy ending, it’s just what I do)

Wave from the shore under a golden moon (complete)

14 chapters, 32k words, E

Muggle AU, summer romance

Childhood friends to lovers

James returns to the neighboring lake house of the Black family after a 7 year absence, and drives Regulus crazy

Musician Regulus / Jock James

Lots of platonic moonwater

Meet on Telegraph Avenue (complete)

17 chapters, 35k words, E

Muggle AU, 1999 in California

British Black brothers, American James, Remus, and Peter

Music-centric, record store employees

Strangers to enemies to lovers

Sl*tty James and BBG Regulus

When Regulus moves to California to crash on his brother’s couch, he doesn’t understand why his roommate, who never brings the same guy home twice, is rude and ignores him. Until one night after work when James starts to open up and explain why he is the way he is. (Lots of queer history and banter)

A potion a day from The Black Apothecary (complete)

17 chapters, 36k words, M

Magical AU, no-Voldemort AU, ultimate HEA

Regulus owns an apothecary in Hogsmeade

James, Sirius and Remus as professors of Hogwarts

James Potter with anxiety and depression

James Potter comes to Regulus’ shop to strike a business deal - a potion to ease his growing anxiety. Through a slew of failed potion attempts, the two grow close (an absolute fluff fest).

Night and Day (wip)

95 chapters, trilogy, M

First Wizarding war AU

Marauders non-canon, Regulus Black is the key to defeating the Dark Lord

Fast burn, angst on angst, fluff, ultimate HEA

Wolfstar and Rosekiller

Lily Evans leads the Order

Black brother healing

Morally grey James Potter

[onehundredflamingos]

19 / thumb / 254 words

@jegulus-microfic

“You’re beautiful,” James said softly into the small space between him and Regulus. They had been talking for what felt like hours, divulging more information than the person on the neighboring bar stool probably needed to know, and yet…

James wanted time to stand still. Wanted to sit and stare at this beautiful man forever; wanted to listen to the stories about his job and his youth, stories shared alongside whiskey shots and IPAs.

Regulus blushed and turned away from James, taking a quick sip of his beer, but it only gave James a better view of his flushed cheeks.

Regulus set his glass against the bar top before turning back to face James, tongue swiping out to lick the foam off his upper lip. James reached out and immediately swiped his thumb beneath his lower one, wiping away a droplet of beer that had escaped as he drank.

“Can I kiss you?” James asked, the question barely more than a whisper.

“You don’t —” Regulus stumbled over his words. “You don’t even know me.”

“I know you enjoy playing the piano and watching soccer; I know you have an older brother named Sirius; I know you desperately want a kitten, but your roommate is allergic.”

Regulus’ eyes went wide in shock, like he couldn’t believe James had actually been listening to him.

“And I know that I’d like to kiss you.”

James leaned forward, but paused, eyes trained on Regulus’ as he waited for his answer.

“Yeah, James,” Regulus breathed. “You can kiss me.”

[billi-mausi]

Hi!! ♡

Neeks; she/her

♡ navigation and master list

WIPS

♡ This is how you fall in love

╰┈➤ 15k words | Jegulus & Rosekiller (background Wolfstar, MaryLily, Dorlene)

Jegulus (kind of) Fake Dating, Couples therapy and Fluff!!

COMPLETED

♡ cause we were just kids (when we fell in love)

╰┈➤5.5k words | Jegulus (background wolfstar).

The Potters and Blacks are neighbors and James Potter and Regulus Black grow up together. (No Voldemort, No magic AU)

ONESHOTS

♡ so why dont we rewrite the stars?

╰┈➤ 6k words | Jegulus

Sad Jegulus one shot based on the song Rewrite the stars (from The Greatest Showman) (Canon Complaint, MCD!)

ARTWORKS

(under #neeksity art )

♡ MaryLily

♡ Black Brothers

♡ Wolfstar

PLAYLISTS

♡ padfoot&prongs

♡ from (your) moony

♡ james potter ♡

♡ Sirius Black ILY

♡ Wolfstar

♡ Jegulus (but it hurts)

SOCIALS

♡ AO3

♡ Spotify

[lucigoo]

Weekly round up: 1st April - 7th April

NGL, i was at a 6th bday party yesterday and just forgot it was Sunday, whoops lol. So, i wrote 17,728 words last week, with 3 uploaded stories. As always, recs first, then mine. Im also adding summarys and going to sort out my rec list so bare with: Home - SunnyRose - The Hobbit (Gen fic, Written by the wonderful @sunnyrosewritesstuff an adorable look at Uncle Thorin. )

Summary: Being an uncle doesn't come instinctual to Thorin. He loves his nephews with all his heart, but he doesn't quite understand them. However, when Dís needs a break with the death of her husband so fresh, she leaves to travel as a blacksmith and Thorin is left to mind the colony, Fíli, and Kíli. If they all manage to survive to the end of the five months, Thorin will consider it a success. The Fluttering of All Your Wings - whisperedstory - Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Geart/Jaskier, i had a bit of a fae Jaskier binge and this one is top tier) Summary: Jaskier has never really fit in anywhere, not with the fae and not with the humans. His mother always warned him to hide his heritage, especially from witchers. But then he meets Geralt and starts following him around the Continent. He finally learns what it's like to feel like he belongs somewhere, which makes keeping his secret even more necessary—and difficult. Of Bookshelves and Baby Carriers - poppunkpadfoot (StormVandal) - Harry Potter (Sirius/Remus, one of my fav muggle Au fics) Summary:

The customer standing in front of him is quite possibly the most beautiful man Remus has ever seen. Like, he looks like a model or something. He has long, black hair, flattened by water, and just the slightest amount of scruff on his face, and…

And a baby strapped to his chest. The Gift of Hobbits - MoroseBarnacle - The Hobbit (Bilbo/Thorin, and its just SO good!) Summary: The gift of hobbits is a secret not known to dwarves. Bilbo’s gift saves the Company—repeatedly—and they don’t even know it until after Smaug is dead. But by then, just about everybody knows there’s a hobbit in Erebor, and the invading orcs decide to keep Bilbo and his otherworldly gift for themselves. Let's Play Pretend - MsAlexWP - Harry Potter (Sirius/Remus, muggle Au and fake dating, whats not to love?) Summary: After James and Lily died, Sirius Black's therapist told him not to date for a year. And that's just as well. He's got a 13-month-old baby now and quite enough to deal with, thanks. But the nosy neighbors in his building keep trying to set him up and won't take no for an answer. Enter Remus Lupin, another single dad who pretends to be Sirius's boyfriend, just to get the old lady brigade off his back and nothing more. Nothing more at all. Guardian of Kings - SunnyRose - The Hobbit (Bilbo/Thorin, another excelent work by @sunnyrosewritesstuff, and im sure most bagginshielders love a bit of BAMF Bilbo and cultural misunderstanding, I know i do!) Summary: The Company has been having a good laugh as the story of their quest spreads through the mountain and more and more retellings makes Thorin out to be Bilbo’s damsel in distress. It stops becoming funny when Thorin’s honor is challenged, and it’s up to Bilbo to defend it. Thorin may be ready to smuggle his hobbit out of the mountain, but Bilbo will do it. For Thorin, he would do anything. Hope theres something to others to enjoy, if not see you next week for more.

Now, for my uploaded fics:

Far over the Misty Mountains:A hobbit with a heart (Past Bilbo/Thorin, for the KCAWS 30-days-of-feelings prompts) Summary: Bilbo's home is suddenly invaded by a troop of dwarves. He would be bad, should be mad, but that song .... It's a good job I love you! ( Bilbo/Thorin,written for #247 - Blindspot for @flashfictionfridayofficial) Summary: Bilbo sees that Thorin has once again forgotten to take the rubbish out, bloody husbands, he thinks exasperated. And finally This is real, but it isnt ME! (Jegulus and background Wolfstar, based off a prompt from a friend about Regulus being in a crop top and not happy about it) Summary: Regulus loves his brother, something he has to remind himself, because right now he wants to murder him. This is all Sirius fault!

[grape-v1nes]

in the hands of an angry god sounds very compelling pls share👀👀

ahh hi!!

this one is my jegulus Ethel Cain au that follows the plot of Preachers Daughter.

& just for uuuuu, this snippet is what takes place after the murder, so picture James w blood all over his hands ;)

(tho the twist is that, sadly, it's Regulus' womp womp)

You’re loud when you scream. Louder than me. You don’t think about how loud you are, how the neighbor's surely heard the gunshot. You don't think about how they can hear your pathetic wails while you grieve over what you did. You don’t think, even though you’ve always been so good at it. Your body shakes from the force of your cries, hunched over at the foot of the bed. If you looked up you’d see my toes already starting to turn blue, but you don’t. You only hold your face and smear my blood all over your skin while you call for your mother, for your father. You pray for anyone, God please anyone, to help you. Of course, no one answers. You’d done this to yourself.

[regscupid]

hi kit! 30 for the fic writer ask please! <3

mil hi <3

What’s something that you want to write in 2024?

well. my brain is really zoned in on the train to busan au so i really want to write that. maybe something longer and more flushed out for the neighbors jegulus from my zombie microfic, and finally get around to continuing in your pickup truck. i think overall i just want to write more, through microfics or oneshots or long fics. anything lol

fic writer asks

[waywardwindee]

tis the damn season marauders university au where the potters and the blacks were neighbors and sirius and james moved away to the same uni; enemies to lovers jegulus when they return home for winter break