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[my-castles-crumbling]

eyelash - trans!evan (anonymous request) - @rosekillermicrofic - slightly NSFW - cw: dysphoria - word count: 370

Evan was having a Day.

That’s what Barty had taken to calling it, anyway.

Because Barty could always tell somehow. When Evan could barely flick his gaze upward to look into the mirror without feeling sick because everything from the curve in his chest to the thick, fullness of his eyelashes made him feel so disgustingly feminine….Barty could always tell.

“Having a Day?” he’d ask stoically.

And Evan would just nod, grimacing at the ground.

But Barty was not like normal boyfriends. 

Because normal boyfriends might pull Evan in for hugs or cuddles or whisper reassurance in his ear. But Barty…he was a bit more creative than that.

He was also exactly what Evan always seemed to need, in these situations. Humor. A distraction. Someone to take him out of his head. 

So today, after Barty had figured out that Evan was having a Day, Barty disappeared from the bathroom only to return moments later with a jar of…

“Pickles?” Evan asked grumpily, arching one eyebrow.

“Mhm,” the other man nodded seriously. He held out the jar. “Can you open them? I need a big, strong man to open me up Rosie.” He winked.

Lips quivering, Evan regarded the jar. Even though they were about the same height, Barty had about ten kilos on him in muscle, so it was ridiculous that he was asking for help.

It was also incredibly endearing.

Still silent, Evan took the jar and, with a quick (very easy) flick of his wrist, he opened it.

Barty gasped. “Thank you,” he grinned, taking the jar back and shoving his fingers in to grab a whole pickle. “Y’know, I have to repay you somehow.”

“Barty, are you really…?” Evan wrinkled his nose, trying not to laugh as Barty began licking at the pickle obscenely, never breaking eye contact. 

It was so gross. And stupid. And weird.

It was also working.

The nausea was subsiding, laughter threatening to break through Evan’s lips. Suddenly, he wasn’t thinking about his chest, he was thinking about kissing his stupid boyfriend. 

“C’mere,” he mumbled, taking the pickle from his hand and dropping it back in the jar.

When their lips crashed together, Barty tasted awful, but Evan was smiling anyway.

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cliché - jegulus - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 467

The problem was, Regulus knew it was coming.

James didn’t want to surprise him completely, for fear of both rejection and an adverse reaction, and plus, he was terrible at hiding his intentions. For years now, he’d made it clear: he was going to marry Regulus Black or die trying.

So by the time it was actually acceptable to propose, James knew that Regulus knew it was only a matter of time.

But the problem was, James wanted The Reaction. He wanted shock and surprise and maybe, sue him, he wanted a few tears from his adorably repressed boyfriend, who only seemed to cry during fights and children' s films.

But as he sat for the fifth night, arm around Regulus while they cuddled together on the couch, contemplating exactly how to surprise the most unsurprisable man on the planet, all while feeling the weight of the ring currently hiding in his underwear drawer press onto his lungs, he suddenly realized.

And then he jumped up.

“Be right back,” he murmured.

It only took a few seconds of fumbling before he returned and dropped down on his knee in front of Regulus, who was still sitting, confused on the couch.

“James, what’re you–?”

“Marry me.”

He hadn’t had time to think of a speech. He hadn’t had time to write down all the ways he loved Regulus and how he would love him forever. But somehow, the look that they exchanged in that moment, the look of awe that flashed across the shorter man’s pale face as James beamed at him, was enough.

“You–you’re supposed to propose in a restaurant,” Regulus whispered tremulously, hand coming to press to his mouth, but he didn’t sound mad.

“Am I?” he laughed nervously, still holding out the ring.

“Yes. Or something else…horribly cliché. Something I could see coming and…and prepare for,” Regulus continued, still staring down.

“Love, I’ve never felt more prepared for anything than I have for marrying you. I think I was born to be with you,” James replied softly, still smiling. “Plus, if you think life with me will be predictable–”

Regulus let you a shaky laugh, a single tear dripping out of his eye and slowly trailing down his cheek. “No, I never should have thought that,” he laughed, racing for James’s hand with both of his own and pressing his lips together. 

All James could do was grin. It was like time had stopped, like this was the moment. The moment that changed his life.

“Put it on me, then,” Regulus whispered after a few seconds of just smiling softly at him. 

Jumping a bit, James did as he was told, tears springing to his own eyes. “That’s…that’s a yes, then?”

“Yes, you wonderful idiot. But we still go to a nice dinner, okay?” 

“Definitely.”

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fun - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 209

“C’mon, Moony! Come dance!”

Out of breath and a bit sweaty, but still, as always, the most beautiful person in the room, Sirius stumbled up to Remus from the makeshift dancefloor in the middle of the Common Room. 

“Nah, Pads,” Remus said with a little smile. “You go enjoy. I’ll watch you from here.”

“You’re no fun, Moons!” the shorter boy whined to his boyfriend good-naturedly, smirking and rolling his eyes. “Will you ever dance with me?”

“I just did!” Remus protested.

“For one song! C’mon, you have to appreciate how good I look,” Sirius waggled his eyebrows and Remus laughed from his spot on one of the couches. “When will I get you to dance for more than five minutes, hm?”

“Maybe at our wedding,” Remus said without thinking, his chuckle cutting off at Sirius’s wide eyes. 

The both stared at each other for one, terrifying moment while the words processed.

Then, Remus began to stumble through his words. “I–” he gulped. “I mean, obviously not…only if…”

But Sirius just sat down next to him, beaming. “No, Remus. Tell me more. What else will we do at our wedding, eh?”

Blushing, Remus began to speak. 

Neither of them moved from that spot for the rest of the night. 

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scratch - august 9 - jegulus - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 357

“Hi, Jamie.”

“Hi, Re–”

James cut himself off as he stepped into the flat he and Regulus had recently moved into together, staring at his boyfriend on the couch. For a moment, he tried to discern if he’d possibly walked into an alternate dimension. Because his Regulus did not have a pet cat.

But no. There, on their brand-new sofa (courtesy of Effie and Monty) was Regulus, lounging in what James could only describe as a mouthwatering tank top and shorts set, a kitten curled in his lap.

James cleared his throat. “Erm. Reg? Is there something we need to discuss?”

Regulus hardly looked up from the book he was reading. “No. Why?” he asked lightly, arching one perfect eyebrow. 

He shifted from foot to foot, feeling distinctly unanchored. Was he seeing things? “Reg, you have a cat in your lap,” he said, tone a little whiny. He then stepped forward, racing out to the black cat, who immediately stood up, hissed, and gave a violent scratch toward James, who jumped backwards.

“Yes, I do. And he doesn’t like being touched,” Regulus replied lazily, stroking the beast’s fur. “Do you?” he added, turning to the now-purring monster.

“Reg,” James squeaked, completely unsure about where to go from here. “Where did you find him?”

“He found me. He was scared and alone. You wouldn’t want to leave a scared, lonely animal out to fend for himself would you?” Regulus asked fiercely, fixing him with a glare that James realized with a start the cat was mirroring. He also realized, his heart aching, that the cat kind of looked like Regulus: fierce, scary, handsome, and adorable in a terrifying way. 

And no, he would never dream of leaving Regulus out in the cold. He’d rather die, actually.

“He can stay, baby. Of course he can,” James relented, sighing.

“Good. Because I already gave him your pillow,” the shorter man grinned.

The next morning, though, James woke up with both the cat (named Hemingway by Regulus) and his boyfriend cuddled up to him in the bed. And, he had to admit, being surrounded by the two wasn’t bad at all.

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sugar - august 9 - black brothers - jegulus - @black-brothers-microfic - word count: 218

They’d been studying for forever. Long enough that Sirius feared his butt was actually growing into the cushion of the seat he was sitting in. He was going to die there, he was sure, right in the middle of the library.

James, who was sitting nearby next to Regulus, stretched and sighed, looking up from his own work. “M’gonna go nip down to the kitchens and grab a snack. Anyone want anything?”

Sirius continued going with him, but he was so close to finishing his essay. “No,” he grumbled resentfully. “Thanks, mate.

“Maybe some tea for me, love,” Regulus murmured without looking up. 

“Brilliant!” James beamed, nearly-running to do as the shorter boy said.

But, as soon as James left, Sirius, who had been staring at his brother open-mouthed, burst into laughter.

“What?” Regulus demanded, looking up with a scandalized expression.

“Love?” Sirius whisper-yelled, grinning wildly. “I’ve never heard such soft words come from your mouth! What’s next? ‘Honey?’ ‘Sugar?’”

Regulus made a face like he’d sucked a lemon. “Oh, fuck off,” he grumbled, his cheeks shining red.

But when James returned fifteen minutes later, Sirius couldn’t resist. “James! Pumpkinhead! You’ve come back to us!” he cried dramatically, smirking in Regulus’s direction.

His brother’s  mortified look was well-worth the talking-to he got from the librarian, in his opinion.

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instead of regulus referring to sirius as his brother he'd refer to him as his cousin. when they write letters to each other regulus always starts his off like: "dearest cousin," and it would piss sirius off so much.

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“Your fanfic idea is so cringe” I know isn’t it brilliant

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Hey Cas, do you have any links or recommendations for education on trans affirming science? Because the guys in my class are getting really bad recently and decide to bring up the X Y only chromosome thing every time they're near my enby friend, and I really really want to tell them the science but because I can't tell them specific facts about it they won't believe me. They probably won't anyway but hopefully it sews some seeds and they become more accepting in the future.

Also there's this guy who is particularly bad and really fucking annoying and apparently I've heard he has two mums??? Like why is he still so homophobic and transphobic??

And I got told off for swearing for the first time today because I forgot there was a teacher behind me and yelled at him "Are you really that fucking shallow "

Hihi! Okay, lemme see what I can find

This is an official USA government website stating that there are more than just XX and XY chromosome structures in humans. I don't love the phrasing of everything but it might be more easily believed by that guy since it's a government website and states that being intersex IS a thing.

This is an article from Columbia University summarizing studies that show HRT lowers the risk of anxiety, SI, and SH in trans youth.

And this map shows that trans identities have existed for centuries across many cultures.

Just so you know, I've just skimmed these...I'd read them thoroughly before you send them to your classmate to make sure nothing gets thrown back at you!

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When are reveals for the conan gray desert? And how do reveals work?

Hi! Reveals will start on the 22nd! We'll announce a tbd number of fics each day on the tumbr blog and 'reveal' (make them readable) them on ao3! All fest participants will get the exact schedule beforehand!

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Hi! I love you micro fics and I was wondering if you have you ever written a coming out one? Like Ftm regulus coming out or gender fluid Sirius maybe bi James

I really love how you portray the characters and you write style and if you haven’t I strongly recommend

Hi! Thank you so much!

I definitely have, though I can't remember exactly when. If you go to my ao3, I have a microfic archive!

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Anon Advice Asks- August 9

wise anon, midnights anon, eren anon (new), important decision anon, freaked out anon (new)

wise anon

Hello Cas!

I have a question about life and stuff, specifically about living after living with parents who are, turbulent to say the least?

(If this is too personal please don’t feel pressured to answer!)

I remember you mentioned your parents and they kind of remind me of my parents? I don’t mean to minimize what you’ve gone through or bring up bad memories, but I was wondering if you had any tips you would’ve wanted before moving out and not living with them? I’m a long ways away from moving but I want to be prepared, emotionally and financially. And I was also wondering if you had tips on, like, staying sane?

My parents have particular ideas and beliefs that I don’t agree with (like being anti-food, as in, promoting intermittent fasting, and trying not to eat even in the allotted time period, and non-verbally shaming me when I eat, among other things) and it’s been hard to keep believing my own beliefs, when everyone around me says the opposite. What do I do about the loneliness and confusion? And does life get better?

I never feel like I’m home in my house. I’m alone no matter who I’m around, and no matter how hard I try, the depression, the thoughts, the feelings, they’re all still there. Do places like homes exist with other people? Not houses or apartments but genuine homes? Is it possible to not be depressed?

If I don’t live with my parents, and I actually do the stupid things that I “need” (like grounding myself with senses, not having too many noises, therapy, medication, people who don’t hurt me emotionally), who is going to hurt me? I figured that life is supposed to be difficult, and people are supposed to push me out of my shell and not cushion me, and that’s what my parents do. They touch me when I say no, they overstimulate me and ignore my boundaries, and are really emotionally volatile. If I move away when I’m older, who will do that?

And how do I handle, being in charge of things? If I move away, I’ll have full control over my life, my finances, the food I eat, the people I talk to. Who’s going to force me to do things I don’t like? Who’s going to force me into situations I don’t want to be in? How will I make decisions if nobody is ridiculing me 24/7?

How will I, like, exist?

—wise anon

Ooo okay good questions.

I think it'll feel weird at first and you'll question yourself a lot. because you have parents who make their opinions know, when you get older and don't have to listen, it'll feel weird and you also might feel guilty. An important tip: don't feel guilty.

Who will push your boundaries? Hopefully nobody! It absolutely IS possible to feel at home with people and feel not-depressed and feel happy. It takes work, though. Therapy and enforcing boundaries and finding people who care about those things. But ideally, you'll find people who push you in a HEALTHY way. Who care enough to call you out, but who know when NOT to say something. Who want to communicate about and who respect your feelings. And...you won't HAVE to be in uncomfortable situations. At least not nearly as much!

It won't change overnight. It takes exploring your freedom and small steps out of what you know and setting boundaries and making mistakes. But remember: it's OKAY to make mistakes, no matter what anyone says. And finding yourself, outside of toxic family, is so wonderful. It's worth the work and it IS possible. I promise <3

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midnights anon

Hi! <3

I know you said you felt better now and I didn't have to answer but I want to say: you DONT have to power through. I think a lot of people expect us to. They want us to just ignore our emotions and pretend everything is fine. But the thing that actually helps is FEELING your emotions. Whether it's shouting into the void of someone's inbox or journaling or screaming into your pillow, PLEASE take the time to feel.

Also it's not JUST depression. It's Depression, capital D. I'm not a professional but like...depression and anxiety and whatever else you might be dealing with...those aren't JUSTS. Those are big, awful monsters you fight every day. Don't forget that you're doing an amazing job fighting against your brain <3

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eren anon

Okay so, cas I am happy

So I met a few friends to celebrate Erens birthday. But he has other friends too except our group so there were people I don't know at all

And while we were eating cake and such, a few guys started to talk about who they could beat in a fight in this room

(its pretty crowded so many people don't know each other, Eren is popular af😭)

And the guys were pointing and deciding who they could take in a fight (in a friendly and not offensive way, just among them, I kinda eardropped lol)

And one of them pointed at me and asked 'what about him?'

And this 190 cm guy. Looked at me. And said "nah have you seen his pecs I don't stand a chance"

About me.

(I was wearing a binder, so I don't have pecs and very insecure about my big chest being noticeable even though I bind.)

And it made my day

OMG I love this, that must've felt so good! I'm so happy for you!

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important decision anon

Hi cas, important decision anon! Thank you, really<3 yes I've done some more thinking and spoke to my mom, who agreed with me, so now as soon as the school opens (should be around the 20th) we're gonna call and ask if i can go there, I've heard from a friend that goes to the art school and they should take me in without problems. As far as relatives, I've started politely telling them that it isn't any of their business as they're not the ones experiencing high school. You're so right about academic validation and overall in everything you told me, so thank you again! I'm slowly getting in the mindset that my own validation is important, as you said, and i hope to have reached a good enough point at the start of school that i won't care about what my relatives say to me anymore. I'll update you when we get an answer from the school, hope you have a very good day<3

awww this is awesome, and so exciting! I'm so glad your mom is being supportive! Yes, please update me if you think of it! I hope things go well!

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freaked out anon

There's so much hate in the world, really freaks me out sometimes.

I agree, it definitely can be scary and overwhelming. It's sad and terrifying to think that so many people can harbor so many horrible thoughts. I know it doesn't fix anything, but sometimes it helps to focus on little positives you see. Like sometimes I see tiktoks of teenagers helping little kids and I'm like...maybe there IS hope. You know?

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Pro-ship versus Anti-ship: A short lesson for those of you that need to learn

Recently I've gotten some asks inquiring if I'm proship or not and implying certain things about the morality involved in that. Here's the thing. Some of you here in this space and in fandom in general have been misinformed about certain definitions and what they imply. You may also have been introduced to fandom through tiktok, which is lovely for certain things, but absolutely godawful for others. Tiktok, unfortunately, has turned fandom into a more supply-and-demand type thing, in turn causing people to treat fanfic writers like content creators or influencers. Which is just not true or fair.

THIS IS ALSO NOT HOW FANDOM WAS MEANT TO BE.

Once upon a time, fandom was a much less-populated, much more accepting place to inhabit. And I strongly believe we need to get back there.

So let's talk about proship versus antiship.

The definitions of these two words seem simple: Pro-shippers are people who are for all ships. Anti-shippers are against certain ships.

Now, reading this, most people might think they are anti-shippers. For example, I do not like reading Blackcest. For me, personally, it makes me uncomfortable. But am I anti-ship?

NO

Being proship doesn't actually mean you, yourself enjoy all ships. I could list thousands of pairings that I don't like, for whatever reason! It could be as simple as that I don't see those people together, or a more in-depth "hey, this thing makes me feel icky, I don't want to engage in it."

And that's okay! It's okay to set those boundaries! But:

Being proship means that you don't give a shit who people ship with each other because guess what? It doesn't involve you and it doesn't hurt anyone.

It means that I ship my ships, and you ship yours. It means that I don't CARE what you read or write about in your spare time.

Because here's the thing that I keep saying, and you all need to hear it:

What you read or write about does not make a comment about your morality or your desires.

I have spent a LOT of time writing about Barty and Evan fucking in morgues. As someone who gets anxiety attacks during funerals because I HATE dead bodies, I have no desire to do anything like that.

People who write canon-compliant fic spend a lot of time writing about death and murder, but odds are, they have no desire to kill.

And

People who read or write Dead Dove content most likely do not have any desire to do those things irl.

Sure, there are some people out there who might have things to work through, but I PROMISE you, I KNOW people who read and write Blackcest, and not ONE of them has expressed any interest in fucking their sibling. Why do they write it? I have no idea. I don't see the appeal. But I also DONT CARE, because it's FICTION. It doesn't mean ANYTHING and it DOESNT AFFECT ME.

When we try to censor certain ships (AKA BEING ANTI-SHIP) we are opening the door to censorship in fandom in general.

Many people I see expressing outrage at proshippers are young and they may not have been around long enough to know this but in the past, fandom HAS been censored. But it wasn't just the taboo topics you're talking about that were censored. It was MLM ships. WLW ships. Anything queer at all. Fics were just deleted from sites for being queer!

When you want to censor inc*st or CNC or NC fics, you are opening the door to censoring the things that YOU enjoy, too. Even simple, vanilla wolfstar.

The thing is, ao3 has a tagging system for a reason. USE IT. Filter out what you don't like. In order for fandom to be the open space it is, in order for your favorite fanfic writers to feel welcome to write what they want, in order for your favorite MLM ship to even exist, we need to Ship and Let Ship.

You do NOT have to go to your local court and lobby for inc*st to be legalized in order to be proship. You can still filter out anything that makes you uncomfortable. You can still say "hey, that's not my cup of tea!" But you have to leave people alone and stop judging, or fandom will stop existing.

And yeah...that's all I have to say on that.

Also for the love of GOD, writing Death Eaters a smol babygirls does not make you fasc*st for fuck's sake! People need to touch grass....

Edited to add: Especially to you younger people...You can be proship and want NOTHING to do with ANYTHING smut, whether it's 'normal' or taboo. You can, again, just simply say, "That thing makes me feel icky, I won't engage" and that's FINE! Setting boundaries is healthy and wonderful. But the message here is: we can't shame people even if we don't like it ourselves.

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hold - August 8 - jegulus - discord server microprompt challenge - word count: 262

“They’re embarrassing,” Regulus was saying flatly, grimacing a bit as he walked along the grounds with James. 

“Embarassing?” James laughed, bending to pick up a leaf and swat it over Regulus’s cheek, making the younger boy roll his eyes. “Why d’you say that?”

“Because! They get so…so flustered around each other!” Regulus answered, sending James a look that suggested he felt nauseous at the memory. “So…soft! It’s gross.”

Again, the taller boy laughed, loud and carefree. “It’s not bad to have emotions, Reg.”

“No, it’s just mortifying,” the Slytherin murmured, wincing again and looking down at his feet. “Thank Merlin not everyone is like that.”

“Oh? What, you’re saying you never get flustered?” James challenged him, a devious grin spreading over his handsome features.

“Of course not. I have dignity,” Regulus sniffed, ducking around a tree on their path and crossing his arms. 

“Sure, sure. Oh, Reg? Can you hold this for me?” James asked as he followed, eyes wide and innocent.

Hesitantly, the shorter boy stopped and held out his palm loosely. “If you put a fucking dead animal in my–” he began to threaten, but he stopped when James grabbed his hand, linking their fingers together.

“I-”

James beamed as Regulus short-circuited, flushing red as he looked with wonder down at their hands, his cheek muscles twitching with the effort of holding back a smile. He was, undoubtedly, flustered. “Okay, love?” he asked smugly.

Instantly, the sparkle left Regulus’s eyes and he sent James a deadly glare. “Fuck off, Potter.”

But as they continued walking, he kept their fingers linked.

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return - @rosekillermicrofic - slightly NSFW - word count: 329

The knock at Evan’s door made him jump. It was late–late enough that even random door-to-door salesmen and people begging him to find god were long gone. But curiosity got the better of him, so he got up from his stained, threadbare couch and pulled open the door.

His stomach did a poorly-executed backflip. 

“Hey,” Barty mumbled, standing a little hunched in the entryway. He looked sheepish, like he knew he had something to apologize for, even though Evan was just as much to blame. 

“Hey,” Evan murmured back, almost a reflex. “What’re you…?”

It was awkward. So awkward. For people who usually didn’t go five minutes between text messages, their interactions had been completely nonexistent since three nights ago.

Three nights ago, when they’d drunkenly fucked in that disgusting bar bathroom, whispering absolute filth and mortifying confessioins into each other’s ears. Only to never speak of it again.

“I came to return this.”

Evan blinked, eyes adjusting to the dark of the outside, trying to figure out what was in Barty's open palm. When he figured out what it was, he furrowed his eyebrows. “You came to return a…?

“A button.”

Yes, it was a button, off of a shirt, probably. Definitely not expensive or distinctive, and definitely not worth a trip to someone else’s flat to give it to them. But, staring intensely at the small circle, Evan made a split-second decision. “I should thank you,” he whispered.

Barty shifted his weight from one foot to another. “Thank…?”

Evan met his eyes, feeling the air go hot and thick. “Thank you. For returning the…button. I…have ways of thanking you, if you like? You could come inside?” He felt his tongue flicker over his bottom lip instinctively as he looked Barty up and down.

The shorter man turned a bit pink, but he nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, that’s only…polite.”

Neither of them had ever been polite a day in their lives.

Evan moved to the side. “Come in, then.”

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house - jegulus - jegulus raising harry - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 265

“IT’S HERE!”

Regulus looked up to see his husband scrambling to the armchair, a wild look in his eyes, a crumpled-up parchment in his hand. “Have you tried breathing?” he asked snidely, sending the taller man a smirk.

“No!” James retorted with a small, slightly insane smile, bodily lifting Regulus up off the overstuffed chair to move him knot his lap. 

“James!” Regulus pretended to protest, though he really preferred this seat of all places.

“Hush! Listen!” the taller man demanded, flapping the paper at his husband and pulling it open.

Both of them stared at the messy scrawl as James read aloud:

“‘Dear Dad and Pa. The ride on Hogwarts Express was cool, I met some friends-’ blah, blah, blah, ‘miss you already’ blah, blah,” James rolled his eyes, a good-natured smile on his face. “But what house?”

“James, that is our son!” Regulus admonished him, swatting at his shoulder. Secretly, though, he wanted to skip to the good part, too. Ignoring James’s knowing grin, he hissed, “Keep going!”

“Blah, blah, oh! The Sorting Ceremony! ‘please don’t kill each other when I say that I was sorted into…GRYFFINDOR!’” 

At this, James leapt out of the armchair, causing Regulus to fall onto the floor in a huff as he watched his husband run around the room, fist-pumping and hooting with glee. 

“Potter!” Regulus shouted, crossing his arms and giving his husband a frown.

James, realizing what he’d done, stopped. “Oh,” he murmured, immediately running forward and offering Regulus a hand. “I…would’ve been happy no matter what, obviously.”

“Obviously,” Regulus repeated, rolling his eyes and grinning. 

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I'M SO HAPPY YOU'RE WRITING DRARRY🥺🤍

Thank uuu☆

awww thank you, I'm so glad you like it! I get so nervous to write them lol

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gender fluid Sirius…?

100000000/10 I love them.