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Sign | @jegulus-microfic | wc: 1183

Regulus finds him in the storage room sitting on a plastic chair wedged into the narrow space, earbuds in, chuckling at something on his phone. To say Regulus is annoyed is an understatement.

The sudden influx of bright light has him unplugging one ear and peering up at Regulus with an easy smile, which only grates on him further.

“Reg.” Not Reg, Regulus. “You have to look at this!” He angles his screen toward Regulus, who takes a deep breath before speaking.

“Harold.”

“Reginald,” he reciprocates easily.

“That’s not my name.”

“And my name is not Harold. Glad we got that established.” He has the audacity to put his earbud back in, and Regulus, whose patience for him has been dwindling all evening, walks over and grabs his phone, ignoring the indignant “Hey!” he gets in response.

“What are you doing here? I sent you to get sugar 30 minutes ago.”

Harry shrugs, tilting back in his chair. “I got a little sidetracked, you know how it is.”

No, Regulus does not know how it is, because he’s an adult who takes his job seriously, and Harry is a little twerp who cheated his way into employment.

Regulus takes advantage of their height difference, looking down at him, aiming for authority and a smidge of intimidation as he says, “You’re at work. Act like it!”

Harry stands up to his full height, immediately dwarfing Regulus, and Regulus has to hold back the string of curses threatening to spill out of him as he stands his ground. Harry leans forward, an amused smile playing on his lips.

“Why you hired this imbecile, I’ll never know,” he huffs indignantly when he comes back out, Harry trailing after him.

“His dad is hot,” Dorcas says from the counter, bills in hand.

Harry groans in disgust from where he’s crouched, grabbing cleaning supplies. “Never say that around me again.”

“Agreed,” Regulus supplies. “Besides, you’re a lesbian.”

“Goes to show you how hot he is. Hey, Harry, he’s picking you up today, right?”

Harry makes a noise of disgust and refuses to answer.

Regulus rolls his eyes, pulling himself up onto the counter and leaning back against his hands. Harry emerges with a rag over his shoulder and a frown etched into his eyebrows. “You’re not helping with cleaning?”

“Please, I’ve practically been working your shift for you. Clean-up is all yours, buddy.” When Harry doesn’t move, he waves him away. “Shoo, off you go, Harold.”

Harry tsks and leaves, grumbling about something to himself.

“Be nice to him,” Dorcas says while handling the register. “He has a crush on you.”

“Gross. He’s like five and the most annoying person I know.”

“He’s fifteen!” Harry calls from where he’s wiping tables. “And he can hear you.”

“He should shut up and get back to work.”

That seems to have the opposite effect on Harry, who stops wiping and leans against the table, arms crossed. “C’mon, Reg, what do you say? Me and you, what’s eight years?”

Regulus opts to ignore him, turning his attention back to Dorcas. “Besides,” he speaks in a considerably lower voice, “I have a–”

“Man,” Dorcas intercepts, making a face. “I know. Everyone knows.”

Regulus smiles stupidly, the heels of his feet tapping the cabinet below as he starts dangling his legs in giddiness. “Do they?”

“Shut up.”

“I don’t really have him, not yet at least. We’ve only been on, like, three dates, but soon. I’m locking him down, Dorcas, just you wait.”

“What’re you gonna do? Baby-trap him?”

Regulus hums, then shakes his head. “No, but did you know he’s a single father? He’s so present in his son’s life, it’s…” Regulus trails off, a glazed look in his eyes.

“Careful, your daddy issues are showing,” she says, whacking Regulus’ thigh in chastisement. “How old is this guy anyway?” 

“He’s thirty.” When Dorcas raises an eyebrow, he rolls his eyes. “What’s seven years?” The moment the words leave his mouth, his face contorts in disgust. 

Dorcas throws her head back laughing. 

When Harry takes his sweet time with the clean-up, Regulus joins in and helps mop the floor. Before long, they’re done, and Dorcas and Harry head out back to get dressed to go home, while Regulus does some minor dusting.

The door should be locked at this time; even so, the “Closed” sign should be enough to deter potential customers. As it is, the door is open, and the person who enters apparently cannot read because the bell above the door chimes and in comes– James?

Regulus is confused, but he hugs James all the same, and James reciprocates, holding Regulus close. They stay close even after parting.

“What are you doing here?” Regulus asks, cradling James’ stubbled cheek. James’ hand comes up to hold his.

A mixture of confusion and amusement crosses James’ face as he asks, “What are you doing here?”

Now Regulus is even more confused. He takes a step back and gestures to the apron around his waist with the logo on it, and it seems to dawn on James then.

“You... work here.” He’s making a face, one Regulus doesn’t understand.

“Yeah,” he says, suddenly feeling insecure. He knows James has a fancy office job, pretty settled with his life in general, while Regulus is in between things, not sure, really, where he’s going in life. It didn’t really hit him that it was going to be an issue until now. He must be making a face, because James quickly recovers and moves toward him.

“Hey, no, I–”

“Dad!” Harry rounds the counter, outerwear on and bag slung over his shoulder, and Regulus’ brain glitches, overheats, crashes, and reboots.

Dad.

Dad.

Dad.

Harry must’ve picked up on the vibes because he stops a few steps short of them and eyes them warily, gaze shifting back and forth between them questioningly. “What’s going on…?”

“Dad,” Regulus’ malfunctioning brain manages. 

“I told you about my son, remember?” James sounds stilted, mechanical, like the whole ordeal is as mortifying to him as it is to Regulus.

“Uhh… what?” Comes Harry’s response, which goes ignored. “What is this?”

“You told me about your baby.”

“Yes,” James nods, color returning to his face.

“No…” Harry looks increasingly distraught, shaking his head. “Dad, you did not!” He rounds on his… father. 

Regulus is going to be sick.

“James,” Regulus manages steadily. “That is not a baby.”

Harry is making wounded noises and gagging in the background.

“I’m his father, he’ll always be my baby.”

Regulus shakes his head, pointing to his annoying co-worker, who has now taken to throwing himself to the floor in a dramatic flurry and crying out, Someone has to kill me. I refuse to live another day!

“That is a grown man.” Despite what his current antics suggest.

James smiles sheepishly, poking Harry with his shoe, urging him to get up.

Dorcas comes out then, scarf in hand, and takes one look at Harry on the floor, dry-heaving on the tiles, and the mortifying looks on Regulus’ and James’ faces, and everything clicks immediately. 

“Oh, this is gold!”

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am always obsessed when someone says to a character “call off your dog” about another character.

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jegulus royalty/assassin au where regulus is a cutthroat, condemned to serve voldemort’s empire and bound to bloodsport through his mother’s debt. he is sent to a foreign country to kill the sole heir to the throne, disguised as a royal guard. months pass, and he works his way up the ranks until he’s a private guard for this stupidly good looking prince, until he finds himself knelt in front of his very throne… but for all the wrong reasons

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was this for us

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James F. Potter Above all, don't lie to yourself. The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to a point that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and so loses all respect for himself and for others. And having no respect he ceases to love // Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

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@into-the-jeggyverse / last / 780 words / a love confession for @velanavis birthday

“My coffee will be cold by the time we get there,” Regulus groused. 

James had suggested going back to his place before grabbing dinner. It sounded lovely—except Regulus knew it would mean the end of tender kisses, callused hands cupping his face, and those brown eyes looking at him like he was the first star they’d ever seen.

He’d find the most absurd excuses to stretch out the nights he had James all to himself.

“Then I’ll warm it up,” James countered instantly.

“It’ll taste like shit.”

“Then I’ll make you another one.”

“I’d rather take the reheated coffee, baby,” Regulus teased, his voice laced with a playful bite.

He only allowed himself to call James sweet things when he was teasing, probably why he got meaner as his feelings grew. Not that James seemed to mind. Regulus often wondered if James did it on purpose—if he loved being called "love" or "angel" by him so much that he intentionally annoyed him just to hear it.

“Come on, you liked it last time didn’t you?”

Regulus simply laughed in response. 

“Okay. I’ll go to the shop and get you another one,” James offered, his stubbornness matching Regulus’ own.

Regulus sighed, unable to resist him. “Okay, then.”

“Really?” James’ entire face lit up.

With an exaggerated bow, James extended his arm to let Regulus walk ahead. They strolled to the car, and Regulus opened the passenger door for him, leaning against the frame as James buckled his seatbelt.

“You know I would be happy to spend money on coffee every day for you right?” James said with ease, he always did, as if his words carried no weight.

“Since when are you a philanthropist?” 

“Since you’re the cause,” James confessed, his tone laced with an honesty that disarmed Regulus. 

“Smooth, but not very casual of you, James.” Regulus closed the door, biting back the sting of knowing James probably didn’t mean it the way he wished he did.

Sliding into the driver’s seat, Regulus fastened his seatbelt and reached for the ignition when James spoke again.

“Would that be too bad?”

Regulus turned to him, brow furrowed. “What?”

“If I didn’t want to be casual anymore.”

The words hit him like a punch to the chest.

“I like having fun but I’mt not really into games, James. What are you saying?” Regulus’ voice cracked. His mind was running at a hundred miles per hour trying to keep him grounded to avoid getting hurt. 

“You know what I’m trying to say.”

“Actually no, I’m tired of assuming what any of this means to you,” Regulus let out harshly. 

James unbuckled his seatbelt and shifted to face him, reaching for his hand. His thumb brushed over the back of Regulus’ knuckles with that same maddening tenderness Regulus had been savoring for months.

“I want you,” James said softly. 

“You already have me,” Regulus whispered, barely audible.

“I want to be with you.” 

Regulus remained silent. He was terrified that any sudden movement would wake him up and reveal this was just a dream. 

James dropped his gaze to the floor, as if his shoelaces could offer him advice. He took a deep breath, mumbled something that Regulus couldn’t understand and finally locked eyes with him. 

“I fucking hate coffee, It makes me anxious, but you love it. And the only time you let me spend time with you—time that doesn’t involve a bed, or a couch, or some surface you can fuck me on—is at coffee shops or roasteries or whatever the hell they’re called. I’m so fucking tired of pretending I’m okay with having just a part of you when I want all of you”

Regulus opened his mouth, unsure if anything would come out. His heart was threatening to rip him open and leap straight into the hands of the man in front of him. But James pressed on. 

“No, don’t say that I won’t want all of you if I got to know you, because I already do okay? I do know you, no matter how desperately you try to act like I don’t. I know you and I want you.” James paused, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. “I know you, and I want you,” he repeated, softer this time.

Regulus turned away, his vision blurring as the tears he’d been holding back threatened to spill. It wasn’t a dream.

“Will you look at me?”

He did as James asked—Regulus didn’t know how to deny him anything.

James held his gaze, his voice dropping to a whisper. “I want to be yours just as much as I want you to be mine.”

“I’ve always been yours, Jamie.”

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slutty running shorts James v. bewildered and peeved Regulus at the bar | jegulus | 900ish words

inspired by @pressedink and their insanely lovely comment on read the room & author's thanks to @ecstarry for making things less terrible for 15 minutes and @horrorosier for the original running shorts James

Reg is at the bar and he’s dying. He’s going to kill Barty with his bare hands and then he’s going to have words with Sirius. 

Serious words with Sirius even. About his fucking roommate. Reg is stoked for Sirius truly, he is. He’s so glad they’re talking again. It makes him emotional enough that he doesn’t talk about it. He can’t without getting all smiley and weird. He feels four again. Which he guesses is the point. 

Regardless, he’s going to have to have words with his sibling because what the fuck even. Regulus didn’t even want to go out tonight. He wanted to stay in. He had big plans with his bed. But Barty saw Sirius’s text about going out when he was fucking snooping through Regulus’s phone. And Barty is nothing if not a conniving and convincing asshole who needled and prodded and begged until Reg acquiesced. And now they’re here. At the bar. 

And James showed up. James showed up straight from run club. In shorts. In fucking tiny ass pink running shorts. 

Reg is gonna kill himself. He’s already kicking himself for not ordering a stronger drink, he’s strangling his shitty pint in his hand as is and doesn’t know where to look. There’s nowhere good to look because Barty is grinning a manic fucking grin like the cat the got the cream on his right and Sirius is wrapped around Remus like a boa constrictor savoring its last meal to his left. 

And James is in front of him, looking like that. Legs out and a slutty ass t shirt cut to hit right at his waistband so every time he moves Reg can see his fucking belly. 

Regulus downs his beer in one. He know how to open his throat, sue him. James snorts watching him. 

“Thirsty?” 

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” 

“Well yeah that’s why I asked.” 

“Fuck off James.” Reg needs liquor. He’s two seconds away from stealing Sirius’s gin and tonic out of his hand, the one that’s not in Remus’s hair. 

“What the fuck, you’re the one who invited me.” James is whining. He’s fucking whining. 

“Are you joking, why the fuck would I do that?” 

“I don’t know but I have the texts.” There’s unkempt glee behind those words. 

Regulus knows he doesn’t have texts because he only has ever texted James once. And it was to ask where to buy tea. 

“You do not have the texts because there’s no shot in hell I would ever voluntarily invite you anywhere.” 

“Awww don’t be like that you asked real sweet earlier” 

James is looking up at him under his lashes. Regulus can feel his cheeks heat.

“I did not!” He can hear his voice getting pitchy. 

Barty chokes on his drink and then he’s laughing so hard beer comes out his nose. Regulus whips around. 

“What the fuck did you do?” James is laughing at him now too. 

Barty slings an arm around Regulus’s neck. “Awww baby didn’t you hear Jamey, you were being so sweet earlier.” 

“Barty.” 

“Regulus.” 

James looks like he won the lottery, mirth dancing at the corners of his mouth, eyes bright. He digs his phone out of god knows where because Regulus can see his shorts. Well really he can see thigh. It’s all thigh. Tan, and muscled and there’s hair and thank god James cuts him out of his reverie. 

“Do you wanna see? I should of known you’d never be that nice.” 

Then he’s shoving his phone in Regulus’s face. 

Come to the bar. 

Sirius is here. 

Regulus squawks. 

“That’s me being sweet.” 

“You know you’re never sweet but it was worth the look on your face to hear me say it.” 

“So you came.” 

“I did.”

“And now you’re here.” 

“Yeah.” 

“In shorts.” 

“What you don’t like my shorts?” James turns, does a little spin. Sticks his leg out, puts his foot right between Regulus’s. He taps his chunky running shoe against Reg’s boot gentle as all hell. 

Regulus is going to kill him too. Adds him to list straight after himself and Barty. 

“I hate your shorts.” 

“You don’t hate them.”

“I do, I do hate them.”

“Sure.”

James steps right up into Regulus’s space where he’s leaning back and wheedles his way forward pressing past Barty until they’re shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip. 

Regulus can feel the heat coming off of him, warm and heady from the run and all the skin. There’s so much fucking skin. Reg can feel his neck turning hot and splotchy, he’s sure James can the red rushing down his throat. 

James shoots him a little smirk and fucking bends over, leans up on his tiptoes, elbows on the bar, ass out. Regulus is sure if he looked he’d be able to see the crease of James thigh where his motherfucking shorts are riding up. He’s not looking. Well, he’s not not looking. 

Then he hears it. The sound of an iPhone camera. He whips his head up and Barty’s there. Standing there phone in front of him, shutter still clicking as he takes more pictures.

Regulus is actually going to commit murder and he’s going to get them all banned from the pub and then Sirius will be mad at him again and just oh holy fuck. 

Barty is grinning like a goddamn loon. “I don’t know mate, it looks like you might like the shorts.” 

And if Regulus steals Barty’s phone and sends himself all 37 pictures and then deletes the evidence it’s no one’s business but his own. 

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And they were roommates :)

Trust them to be the only ones not knowing they're dating yet. Regulus, Dorcas and Pandora be watching on the side, betting on whether they're gonna figure out their feelings before the end of their school years or not.

Honestly, at that point, even the Gryffindors have joined the bet. Months ago. Lost. And then have the time to bet again. Remus is betting they're gonna get married before finding out they're in love.

Oblivious Rosekiller for the win, always :]

Btw I headcannon Barty as taller (and tall, TALL, like, Remus level tall) no one is gonna change my mind. Maybe Evan is a bit too tall in this drawing, even.

If want to see more, you can find me on Instagram and Tik tok under the same usernames!

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Even if kandreil doesn't exist, their relationship in canon is fucking hilarious. I'm 99% sure the reason Andrew didn't follow Neil to California was because he had to look after Kevin. Neil's like no someone has to be with Kevin and Andrew just shrugged his shoulders in agreement because if one of them is not with Kevin, he'd probably just stand there like this 🧍‍♀️ and wait for them to come back

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ten movies in gifs

interestellar/black swan/little women/pride and prejudice/waves/ dune/ inception/the women king/hidden figures/pan's labyrinth

thx for tagging me @ecstarry this was hard but i loved it, open tag for anyone who wants to

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Barty: Shit! I don’t have enough money to pay rent! Evan, looking Barty up and down, biting his lip: Well, I’m sure that we can find… a solution. Barty, getting his shirt off and climbing onto Evan’s laps: Mmmm yes. Does payment… in nature work? Evan, pulling Barty closer: Only with you, Baby. Regulus: THIS. IS. FUCKING. MONOPOLY. HORNY JAIL. RIGHT NOW.

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being on doxxing terms with a tumblr mutual is kinda funny like we met at yaoi university and now an year later we both know each other's exact locations

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Author Interview

thx for tagging me @drowninginthoughts27

how many works do you have on ao3?

17 (6 wips i'm ashamed to find out there's that much lmao, 9 one shots and 2 finished short stories)

what's your total ao3 word count?

257,088 words

your top 5 stories by kudos/likes:

1. Compass

2. Power Over Me

3. You Hold My Heart In Your Hands

4. D-man

5. Daylight

do you respond to comments?

yeees I do take long when I'm taking long to update cuz i feel guilty to look at them lmao, but i always answer in the end lol

what's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

you hold my heart in your hands for sure heheh (double homocide)

what's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

hmm compass i think like they're all happy imo except for yhmhiyh and my devotion

do you write crossovers?

nope and don't think i ever will

have you ever received hate on a fic?

nope which I'm actually shocked considering what i usually write heheh

do you write smut?

yees I used to hate to but lately it's been mostly all i write lmao

have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i’m aware of

have you ever had a fic translated?

nope

have you ever co-written a fic before?

yeees apartment 26 with the lovely @ecstarry and it was so much fun I can't wait to do it again (it was one of my writer's dream lmao)

what's your all-time favorite ship?

to write def rosekiller they come very easily for me (heheh), but tbh I don't read their fics that much lately i've been mostly reading other fandom fics lol

what's a wip that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

hmmmm probably Arsonist's Lullabye, it's been a long time and I do want to keep updating it someday, but unsure if I'll ever get to write the end

what are your writing strengths?

i have no idea, but i've been told i'm good at inner monologues and on some fics funny dialogues

what are your writing weaknesses?

hmmm i have 0 motivation to write big fics, i have way too many ideas and my brain keeps jumping between them all and also overuse of words and expressions

what are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

as long as yk how to speak the language or went over it with someone who does it's fine and if you put translations at the end notes

what's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

hmmm i've been on a prongsfoot and wolfstar phase lately so maybe that

what's your favorite fic you've written?

hmm story wise probably you hold my heart in your hands, but writing wise love you better is very precious to me (which is funny cuz its my least read rosekiller fic)

np tags: @v7lgar, @ecstarry, @velanavis, @dracure, @sugarsnappeases

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@into-the-jeggyverse / crazy / 478 words

“Am I crazy?” Regulus said as he paced around Sirius’ study. He arrived unannounced, not more than twenty minutes ago. 

“What?” Sirius replied, for what felt like the sixth time.

“Come on, be honest—” Regulus collapsed into the armchair next to him, his head in his hands, “—am I insane?”

“I’m lost.”

“For thinking we can make it work,” Regulus breathed, still in panic.

“I’m still very confused,” Sirius mumbled, though he doubted his brother even heard him.

Regulus took a deep, shaky breath and finally met Sirius’ gaze. “Do you think it can really work?”

“Reg, it’s been working for what—five? Six years?” Sirius set his glass of whiskey down, his voice softening. “Why wouldn’t it work now?”

“Because love isn’t everything,” Regulus muttered, his face dropping back into his hands.

“What exactly are you asking me?” Sirius leaned back in his chair.

“Just… I don’t know, you always say love isn’t everything.” He buried his face between his hands. 

“True.” Sirius paused. Regulus wasn’t an open book—one of the many things they had in common—but God, how Sirius wished he could crack him open and read. He’d gladly reread the same sentence over and over if it meant understanding what Regulus needed right now.

All he could do was try.

“Yes, love isn’t everything,” Sirius began cautiously. “But I think it makes you kinder—”

Regulus sighed loudly, shooting him an annoyed look. A rich reaction, coming from the man who’d barged in ranting nonsense.

“Will you let me finish?”

Regulus huffed but nodded.

“It makes you kinder,” Sirius repeated. “It helps you look past all the dumb shit, the meaningless distractions, and actually focus on what matters.”

Regulus was finally listening. “Which is?”

“Each other.”

“Right.” Regulus sounded earnest, but Sirius could see his mind was still miles away, lost somewhere Sirius couldn’t touch.

“What’s this really abo—” Sirius started, but the words died on his tongue as Regulus shifted in his seat and pulled something from his pocket.

Sirius froze.

Regulus held up a small box, wrapped in soft crimson velvet. He didn’t open it. He didn’t need to.

“So,” Regulus asked again, his voice quieter now, steadier, “am I crazy?”

“Wait, am I...?” Sirius murmured, barely able to get the words out. He didn’t need to explain further. Regulus already knew what he was asking.

“Yeah,” Regulus said with a small, nervous laugh. “You’re the first to know.”

Sirius reached out, his fingers brushing against the box but not taking it. They’d never been good at this—touching, feeling at ease in each other’s presence. But in that moment, with their hands barely grazing, it felt... easy.

Finally, Sirius broke the silence.

“He’s going to love it.”

A muffled sob escaped Regulus’ lips. For once, he was the one who couldn’t find the words.

“Do you think he’ll take my last name?”

“Now that's insane.”

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