Sirius: Prongs, don't look at my brother like that!
James: I don't just want to look at him.
Sirius: James Potter, don't put a finger on my brother.
James: What about in?
Sirius: In?
James: Can I put a finger in your...
Sirius: JAMES FLEAMONT POTTER
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Headache - @jegulus-microfic - 235 words
Regulus had the worst migraines ever.
Whenever he as much as passed by a crowd of loud gryffindors, walked the grounds when it's sunny, or played a long match of quidditch, he always ended up with his head pounding and eyes watering, unable to move or speak. He would need complete silence, as little light as possible, and a long nap.
When he started dating James, extroverted cheery bubbly James, he thought he would need to keep his distance whenever his temples started to hurt.
But to his surprise, the moment he mentionned having a headache in the middle of the Halloween party, James dropped everything and pulled him gently towards his dorm room.
He closed the curtains, fluffed up the pillows, and pushed Regulus softly on the bed before tucking him in.
"Would you like me to stay with you, or do you prefer being alone?"
"James, it's fine. You can go back to your party. I'll just sleep it off."
The frown on James' face was too adorable, when he responded:
"Baby, that's not what I asked you."
Regulus couldn't deny that the mere thought of his head on James' chest already made the tension in his head lighter, so he pulled his boyfriend by the sleeve and settled next to him, content despite the pain.
Honestly, Regulus should've known that James would be considerate and lovely. It was James after all.
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When pressed for which batfamily member is Peter's favorite, he answers Red Hood or Black Bat
Everyone thinks it's bc theyre badass and stealthy and underdogs
But really it's bc theyre the only ones with full face masks and game recognizes game guys
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"So they filled my cell with snakes, I regret to say, do you believe me now?"
~ Taylor Swift (Cassandra) Pairing: jegulily angst - Rating: T
TW: (MDC)
"What about Pettigrew?" Regulus asked, hesitantly voicing the thought he'd been keeping to himself for weeks.
Four pairs of eyes turned towards him.
"Reg, love, I-" Lily murmured softly, holding a nursing Harry in her arms.
"He would never," Sirius said, looking disgusted.
"Well, it has to be someone!" Regulus bust out, frustrated. They'd been at this for weeks, now. Trying to determine who was passing information to Voldemort. Who was close enough to them to know such crucial things, but sneaky enough to get away with it.
Of course, Regulus knew that a fair few people suspected him. The thought of it made him want to scream. The idea of betraying his husband and wife, not to mention his brother ad best friend, made him feel nauseous.
But Peter? He'd always been a bit sly. His Animagus was a rat, for Merlin's sake. And he'd been strangely absent lately...
"Have you seen him at meetings?" Remus asked thoughtfully, always the voice of reason.
"No," Regulus admitted. It was true. When he went to Death Eater meetings to spy, Peter was nowhere to be seen.
"I don't think he would do that," James murmured, eyes heavy with sadness. "I can't imagine..." a tear dropped to his cheek.
"He wouldn't," Sirius insisted, jaw set.
But as Regulus fell to the floor on October 31st, 1981, clutching the hands of Lily and James to his chest, screaming in agony at the sight of their lifeless bodies, he knew.
He was right.
And, allowing the anger to overflow within him, the loss and denial and feeling of utter despair and loneliness ripping through his very soul, he screamed as Sirius, who stumbled through the door with wide eyes.
"Do you believe me now?"
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