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5 times the batfam uses Dick's name to persecute Bruce

"Dick is ready - "

"Not unless you've taken Viagra, old man"

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"Dick is up-"

"Do not be disgusting Father."

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"I need Dick for this."

"I'll call Clark but TMI Bruce."

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"Dick - "

"Language, Master Bruce."

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It's been weeks since Bruce last said Nightwing's name out loud, and they are all here to punish him for it.

"I'll remind you all we are in a public space," he says in warning, before sighing heavily. His considers his words and grimaces, but there is no way out. Gordon also appears to be holding back his delight. "Dick will not be available for dinner, Commissioner."

Swanning past, his eldest (who had clearly lied about an emergency in Blüdhaven) remarks, "The catering staff finalised the menu weeks ago, too late to change it B."

He is going to disown them all.

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Thank you @grannyhitsuzen!

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I like going back and playing Pokémon Go on the occasion

Because every time, without fail, past me surprises current me

Like with this beauty

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IM NOT

THAT WAS ONLY 3 TRAYS

THE OTHER 2 ARE GRAND

Ha

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IM NOT FAILING

Tsk tsk

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I am sadge

They managed to burn the cookies and yet they were still raw

The cookies are being insulted :(

Tsk

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Your wife (Aodh) is failing to make cookies :(

Ha

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husbanddddd

What

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fearless - june 25 - jegulus - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 319

He wished he could say it was spur-of-the-moment. That he hadn’t contemplated it for days.

But he wasn’t that fearless.

No, he’d been lamenting about it, staying up at night gnawing at his cuticles thinking it over and over about it as sleep evaded him.

Even the day of, as he watched from the Pitch, he wasn’t sure.

Oh, what he’d give to not care. To be able to just feel, like James did. But he couldn’t. He overthought every decision he made.

Maybe that’s why James and his team were in the Quidditch final, while Slytherin had come in third.

Still, as he stood on the sidelines, screaming his heart out for the team he’d sworn only a year ago he hated with his entire being, he couldn’t feel jealous. He just watched in awe as the boy he’d somehow, against all odds, fallen in love with, bellowed with delight when the whistle blew, signalling his team’s win.

And Regulus yelled with him, thrilled beyond belief.

But it wasn’t until James touched down and immediately ran to him, a giant smile on his stunning face, that Regulus had his answer.

He might not be fearless, but he could face his fears to love James like he deserved.

So when James reached him, pulling him into a spinning, laughing hug, Regulus kissed him, claiming his lips in front of thousands of people, heart beating furiously as he felt James beam into his mouth.

“Congratulations,” he murmured softly when James finally pulled back, looking both overwhelmingly thrilled and completely shocked. “I’m so proud of you, James.”

But James didn’t thank him. Instead, he blurted, “I love you,” like it was the only proper response.

“You–” Regulus gaped, not even aware of the crowd anymore.

“I love you,” James repeated, more sure this time. “So much.”

This time, Regulus’s kiss was spur-of-the moment. But just as full of adoration as before.

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broom - jegulus - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 286

Regulus was so busy beaming, clapping his friends on the back, congratulating them on winning their scrimmage against the Gryffindors, that he didn’t see James walk up behind him.

“Hey Reg? Want me to take that back to the shed for you? I’m bringing mine,” the older boy offered softly, gesturing to Regulus’s broom, sending him a grin that made his knees feel like liquid.

“Er–yeah. Thanks, Potter. G–good game,” he muttered, turning quickly back to his team, trying to hide the way he was blushing. 

But as soon as the Gryffindor took the broom and walked off, Dorcas gave him a look so incredulous, he might’ve sprouted a second head. 

“What?” Regulus hissed, feeling self-conscious. Sure, he’d been a bit soft, but certainly nothing to warrant such a look.

“You let him take your broom?” she asked, shock clear on her features. “Last time Barty even tried to touch it, you cursed him stupid!”

“Yeah, well, Barty is stupid,” he mumbled, turning away, again trying to hide the heat on his face. It was true. Normally, nobody was allowed anywhere near his racing broom.

“Yeah. But you’re also smitten,” Dorcas said smugly, crossing her arms.

Regulus felt far too trapped and vulnerable, the truth of his friend’s words eating a hole in his chest. “Not smitten enough to forget what curse I used on Crouch,” he hissed, pulling out his wand.

Dorcas held up her hands in surrender. “Fine, fine. But just remember,” she said, hands still in the air, “Potter didn’t even bother offering to take any of our things. So maybe your feelings are reciprocated.”

Regulus couldn’t help it. He turned to stare after the older boy, contemplating that for a long while.

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Regulus and Dorcas made a pact in first year that they would never ever go out with a gryffindor.

Then, years later Regulus and James head to their usual broom closet to aggressively make out only to open the door to Dorcas and Marlene already aggressively making out.

"You traitor!"

"I'm the traitor? You're wearing Potter's bite marks as a necklace!"

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The Black brothers

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How to start a conversation when I have no idea what I want to talk about

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It should actually be illegal to be busy instead of talking to me

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arrange - june 24 - jegulus - black brothers - @black-brothers-microfic - word count: 404 - got this idea from a tiktok

“Hi, I’m Sirius Black and I’m the Best Man.”

Sirius’s voice cut through the chattering crowd, drawing the attention of everyone in the huge room. James, who was staring, completely enamored, at his new husband, had to rip his gaze away to look over at his friend.

“I promise I have written a speech,” Sirius said, beaming at the crowd. “I even wrote it before the day of–take that, McKinnon!” A few people laughed. “But before I get to that, I have something special arranged.”

James looked to his left, exchanging a nervous glance with Regulus. “Do you have any idea—?” he muttered.

“Not a clue,” Regulus replied, looking terrified. “But if he does something stupid, remember that he’s your best man, not mine.”

James gulped, turning back to where Sirius stood, a terrifying smile on his face.

“James met Reggie when he was seventeen and was immediately obsessed. I’m sure you all remember,” he chuckled, allowing the crowd to grumble good-naturedly while James grinned and blushed. “But if you don’t, or you were lucky enough to not be there, I have quite a treat for you! I have proof! If you’ll all direct your attention to the screen to my left…Moony, you can roll the tape!”

Immediately, James’s stomach sank, because he knew what was coming. “Reg, wanna go have a quickie in the bathroom?” he whispered to his new husband, face getting warmer and warmer.

Regulus’s eyes, though, were glued to the screen, and he just waved his hand dismissively at James. “Later,” he muttered.

“Play this at my wedding! No–no I swear! Play this at my wedding!” On-screen James began shouting, his voice pounding through the speakers of the room. The screen showed James, Remus, and Peter all laying on James’s bed, Sirius clearly behind the camera.

“Why’s that, Prongs?” Sirius-from-behind-the-camera asked, his voice full of mirth.

“Because!” On-screen James grinned idiotically. “It’s–I’m seventeen, and it’s September first and I swear to all of you, I’m marrying Regulus Black someday. I swear!”

Present day James groaned, burying his head in his hands as the crowd awwed.

“I’m marrying Regulus Arcturus Black! You’ll play this at our wedding and I’ll be like, ha! Told you!”

“And that, folks, was James Potter, mere hours after he met Regulus Black,” Sirius said into the microphone, grinning.”And it all went downhill from here, as you can see.”

The crowd, and Regulus, burst into applause.

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mastermind - june 24 - background jegulus - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 389

“Alright, boys. Who did it?” Euphemia Potter asked, crossing her arms and looking fiercely at Sirius, James, and Remus, who all stood in front of her with their heads hung. If she hadn’t been so annoyed, it would have been hilarious to look at–three boys, all dramatically taller than her, looking completely contrite and a little bit scared as they listened to her yell.

“It…it was a group effort, Mum,” James piped up desperately, always the first one to break. 

“Yeah, we all kind of…played a part…” Sirius agreed, Remus nodding along with him, though both of them looked just as confused and nervous as James did.

“I see,” Effie said, tone short even as she still forced herself not to laugh. “So there was no clear mastermind, here? Nobody wants to fess up?”

All three boys were silent, eyes glued to the floor.

“And what about the fact that you needed a potion to make this happen, then?” she pressed, gesturing to her bubblegum-pink hair, which now reached all the way down to the floor. “I know all of you boys are smart, but last I checked, none of you are top in your class in potions. Who sent out for it? Are you sure you didn’t do it, James?”

James shook his head, but said nothing. “No, I—” but he cut himself off, looking between his friends, eyes narrowed, like he was trying to figure out who had sent out for the potion.

It was at this point Effie realized they were all covering for each other. And there was a chance none of them had done it. 

“Then who…” she began to mutter, flummoxed. But she stopped short at the sound of a laugh.

The chuckle at this didn’t seem to come from any of the boys in front of her. It took her a moment to place the source, but as soon as she did, her eyes grew as wide as saucers. “Regulus?” she gasped. “Monty?” 

The two boys were standing in the doorway in silent hysterics, wiping tears of mirth from their eyes. “Sorry, darling, it was just too funny!” Monty laughed, moving to press a kiss to his wife’s head.

But as shocked as Effie was, James looked thrilled. “Reg, you did this?” he asked, eyes dancing with glee. “Baby, I’m so proud!”