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barty threatening regulus (who is together w james) with a gun pointed to regulus' face and tells him to suck his cock and records the whole thing

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rosekiller is so codependent, if one of them gets admitted to a psych ward/prison the other one will come break him out on the same day.

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rosekiller but barty, instead of rejecting the path his father laid out for him, goes to law school and becomes a lawyer.

one day he has to defend a man who's accused of the most heinous crimes, and when he meets him, he comes face to face with pretty-face evan. And, despite having called barty to defend him to avoid jail, the first thing he says to him is "I did all of it".

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Damen puts a picture of Laurent on a hear me out cake and Nikandros takes the entire cake and throws it out the window

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THE TRAGEDY OF JEM BEING SICK DURING ALL HIS ADOLESCENCE, AND THEN BEING A SILENT BROTHER FOR A 130 YEARS, AND WHEN HE FINALLY COMES BACK, AND IS HAPPY TO BE WITH TESSA, HIS PARABATAI IS DEAD!!! THEY ONLY HAD FIVE YEARS TOGETHER

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cheaters!prongsfoot minific | 872 words | explicit, nsfw

The ring of the telephone is the first thing all day to cut above the sound of the rain pounding the windows of Sirius’ apartment. He jolts, a bit surprised, and sets his glass of whiskey on the coffee table. The telephone had been Remus - Sirius had found no use for it, having grown up without one, but Remus insisted. He’d wanted it to call Lily.

When he answers, there is only heavy breathing on the other line. Sirius can tell that it is James.

“Why are you calling me?”

Sirius twists his finger around the cream-coloured cord. He’s staring out the window again-- he’s been staring out the window all day, waiting for the rain to stop and counting the number of red umbrellas on the sidewalk below.

James’ voice cracks when he speaks. It is the voice of a desperate man. “Can’t I call my best friend?”

No. They haven’t spoken in 68 days. Not since Lily shared the news.

But it had been James’ choice, the silence, and now he’s the one who called. Sirius is not capable of saying no to James Potter, anyway-- and especially not now, when his voice is deep and thick with alcohol and the sun has just gone down and Sirius’ own head is fuzzy because he’s had three glasses of whiskey, now. 

“Of course you can.”

James lets out a breath. “Fuck, I’ve missed you, Pads. You’ve no idea how much I missed you.”

Sirius does, because however much James misses him, he feels it twice as much. He’s always felt more, between the two of them, always the more dramatic, the more excitable, the more impassioned. He knows exactly how much James has missed him because, for 68 days, Sirius has missed James like a hole in his heart. He does not know how to be a person without James, doesn’t know how to speak to anyone, or to get out of bed. It had put him in that horrible place he sometimes fell into, like when he ran away from home or when Remus left, that only James could pull him out of. So this had been worse than those times before, naturally, and he’d drunk like a fish and hadn’t spoken in weeks. He knew very well how much James had missed him.

“I missed you too, James.”

James blows out another shaky exhale. “Say my name again.”

Sirius wonders if the sound of rain is audible over the phone. He can see James in his mind: laid back in one of those large red armchairs in the study, the fireplace burning, his thighs spread wide in those grey sweatpants that used to drive Sirius mad. The mere image is enough to make his cock stir. “James.”

He can hear James’ breath quicken, the way it would when Sirius swept his hair off his neck and stretched it. 

“James,” he repeats, lingering over the way the name feels in his mouth. 

“Fuck.”

Sirius says it even slower this time, letting drag out, like he would in bed. “James.”

There’s a shuffling noise on the other end of the line, and then James gasps. Sirius’ mind fills in the details, because he knows that gasp. He’s heard it thousands of times.

“Are you touching yourself?”

“Yes,” James whines.

Pathetic. Months ago, Lily had used that word for James. It had incensed Sirius at the time, because James was the least pathetic person he knew. James could be vulnerable, yes, and he liked to be a certain way sometimes in the bedroom, but he was still strong and courageous and all the makings of a real Gryffindor. Now, he’s called his best friend with whom he hasn’t spoken in two months while his perfectly capable wife sleeps upstairs, so he can get off to just the sound of him saying his name. It’s pathetic. This is what Sirius has him reduced to.

Sirius cups himself through his pants. “You missed me, Prongsie?”

James hums. “So much, so fucking much.”

“And my hands on you?”

“Yes.”

“And my lips wrapped around your cock?”

“Fuck, yes - so much.”

“And you missed fucking me?”

James moans, and Sirius can hear his pace speed up. “Y-yes, I need to--”

“Need to what?”

“I need you.”

“Need me for what?”

“I need to fuck you, please, Sirius.”

“How badly do you need it?”

“So badly,” James half-sobs, “I have to, I need to.”

“Are you going to cum just thinking about it?”

“Y-yes.”

“Do it, then.”

He does. Sirius can hear his jerking gasps, and the whines he tries to muffle. He can hear James mutter a spell to clear away the mess, then him readjusting in the chair. It falls silent, then. James had sworn, 68 days ago, that this would never be happening again. Sirius had lost; it had been over. He’d known, deep down, that it would, but he still doesn’t know if James had felt the same. The silence stretches out between them, and the rain keeps pouring outside Sirius’ window.

“Why did you call me?”

“I...” James sighs.

“Tell me the truth, James.”

“It’s a boy,” James confesses. “I called because I wanted to tell you that Lily’s having a boy.”

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Rosekiller: *gets together*

Barty: so…

Evan:

Evan: invite reg?

Barty: invite reg

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close - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 159

"So. Did you have a nice time reading by the lake yesterday?" Remus asked Regulus as he sat next to him at a table in the library.

Regulus looked up, utterly confused at how he knew that. Yes, he'd sat close by the lake for a few hours yesterday, enjoying the quiet and reading, but he hadn't told Remus that. "How the fuck did you know that?"

"Because James went for a run yesterday," Remus said, shrugging, as if that was the only explanation needed.

He snorted. "That's ridiculous, Lupin. Potter goes for runs all the time, doesn't he?"

Remus laughed loudly, earning a scandalized look from the nearby librarian. "Regulus, he's gone for a run a grand total of eight times this year. And all eight times, it was because he knew you were reading by the lake."

Completely speechless, Regulus just blinked, unsure how to process that bit of information. Because he'd been reading by the lake to see James run by.

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neil being demi is so important and incredible but also i just love thinking about the period of time post andreil where like, it’s early 2000’s yk, they foxes are dumb college students who know gay, straight, maybe bi, unless nicky or some of the other foxes gets involved with the queer community more it’s very reasonable to assume that none of them would know demisexuality or other aspec labels without having the forethought of looking into it, and i can so easily see the foxes being like ok so u only swing for andrew but aaron is his twin so does that mean you find aaron attractive too???

and like, at this point him and aaron still just kinda fuckin hate each other for no reason other than they’re both too stubborn to admit they have no real reason, but the animosity is alive and thriving so neil could just be like nah they’re way different to me, but what’s the fun in that? so instead he’s like “i mean this genuinely, deeply, wholeheartedly, and with every drop of honesty in my soul… aaron is the ugliest piece of shit i have ever had the misfortune of laying my eyes on, and i have seen many, many, many mangled corpes in the aftermath of my father torturing them, and aaron is worse”

and the foxes do not get it they’re like literally HOW can you say that when him and andrew look EXACTLY THE SAME, COPY AND PASTE??? but neil is just not budging at all he’s like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ idk man andrew’s hot and aaron’s not

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that part in the book when andrew gets back from the easthaven and there’s a moment when neil’s back pressed on andrew’s chest and neil thinks that he can finally breathe for the first time in weeks. yeah. can’t stop thinking about that

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i see so much of "jily is married but regulus had a silly crush on his brother's married best friend" but what if it was the opposite?

jily is married, bartylus is married (having tryst w evan now and then) but lily knows james has that silly crush on regulus forever because his type is mean ppl and she loves to tease him about regulus for years and one time they got together at family gathering (maybe christmas week?) and lily dropped the bomb at the table "yk james had that crush on you when we were back at the school, right regulus?"

now james is spitting his drink, regulus' jaw on the floor, sirius has the most frightened expression on his face because he did not know that, barty and evan is looking each other amused because well, well. i guess they didn't bully james and his squad for years for nothing.

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‘He told you he’s celibate but he told me I could nail his shit’

But it’s regulus telling James he’s ‘not ready’ or ‘waiting for marriage’ to make James’ inner horny frat boy squirm but then fucking Barty literally immediately when they break up and Barty absolutely not shutting up about it because let them be toxic, just a little, as a treat.

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*flirting* if you had to kill me how would you do it

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"The Haircut" Edmund's and Regulus' first kiss for @futurequibblerjournalist

“You’ll have to ask Avery,” Evan quipped, barely holding back his laughter.

“No,” Regulus replied sharply. “He’ll never agree to help me.”

“Oh, but you’re so charming. I’m sure you’ll think of something,” Evan said, not even glancing up from his book, his smirk now fully visible.

“There has to be someone else.”

“Reg, I hate to admit it, but the only person who cares as much about his hair as your brother is Edmund.”

Regulus let out a loud, dramatic sigh.

“I hate that he was right,” he muttered, almost inaudibly, though Evan still heard him.

“Who was?”

“Fucking Avery,” Regulus spat, and Evan arched a brow, urging him to elaborate. “He made some uncouth remark about the length of my hair. Unfortunately, his observation was correct.”

“Is that why you’ve had a stick up your ass all day? Because Edmund ‘mama’s boy’ Avery didn’t like your hair?”

Regulus buried his face in his hands and nodded. While Evan seemed thoroughly amused by this reaction, Regulus was clearly frustrated with himself.

“I honestly cannot understand why you keep caring about what he thinks.”

“I don’t,” Regulus replied dryly, though not convincingly.

“Go fix your hair, Reg.”

Finding Edmund wasn’t difficult. Regulus knew exactly where he’d be—sitting on the same sofa, in what seemed to have been his designated cushion since their first year, reading whatever pretentious author he had in rotation.

Regulus walked directly toward him, feeling ridiculous. He knew Edmund would tell him to piss off. It was a waste of time to even attempt to—

“I’ll do it.”

Regulus’ spiraling thoughts were abruptly interrupted. He hadn’t even realized he was already standing in front of Edmund until the boy spoke directly to him—or rather, at him.

“You don’t even know what I was about to say.”

“Don’t insult me, baby Black. There’s only one reason you’d march up here, lost in thought, and head in my direction—to request my assistance in fixing your precarious hairstyle.”

“Calling it precarious when it simply needs maintenance—”

“Don’t interrupt me, or I won’t help you.”

Regulus couldn’t believe the sheer lack of basic politeness Edmund displayed. “Fine.”

“I thought a Black would have better manners.”

Regulus scoffed and bowed mockingly. “My most sincere gratitude, Mr. Avery Jr.”

Surprisingly, he caught the faintest curve forming at the edge of Edmund’s lips.

He followed Edmund to his dormitory, which looked exactly as he had imagined (not that he often thought about Edmund’s room). It was meticulously organized, adorned with a few decor pieces that were undoubtedly family heirlooms, and featured a chair whose worn cushion betrayed frequent use.

“Sit on the edge of the bed while I gather my supplies,” Edmund instructed.

Regulus complied. What unsettled him wasn’t sitting on the bed where Edmund slept, but the unexpected ease he felt in that space.

When Edmund returned, he carried a leather roll-up tool bag, which he laid neatly on the table beside him. Regulus watched attentively as Edmund carefully examined the contents. He found himself holding his breath—not consciously, but because Edmund’s precision was oddly calming.

“You are not to mock me, baby Black,” Edmund warned.

“I wasn’t going to,” Regulus replied, his tone genuinely earnest.

For the first time since they’d entered the dorm, Edmund looked at him directly. His eyes seemed to search Regulus’ face for any trace of hidden amusement his tone might have concealed. But Regulus’ sincerity held steady. Edmund’s gaze softened, just briefly, before he turned back to his tools and selected a pair of scissors.

Edmund pulled the chair next to his bed and sat directly in front of Regulus. Regulus’ breath hitched when their knees brushed—had they ever been this close before? And had Edmund always smelled this good?

He felt a wave of dizziness as Edmund’s thumb gently tilted his chin, holding his face in place while his other hand moved through his curls. Regulus glanced at him in panic, but it quickly became clear that Edmund was unaffected by the closeness. His focus was entirely on Regulus’ hair, his expression calm and meticulous.

“I promise I’ll be quick,” Edmund said softly.

Regulus swallowed hard, an uncomfortable feeling bubbling inside him as he realized he didn’t want this proximity to end.

“It’s okay,” Regulus managed to say.

Edmund had been right—it was quick, but it wasn’t rushed. Regulus watched in quiet awe as Edmund worked with care, his movements deliberate and precise, almost reverent.

“Can you look up for a moment?” Edmund asked, tilting Regulus’ face upward. Then, without warning, he blew softly against Regulus’ lips.

Has it been this hot the entire time? Regulus thought, his pulse quickening.

“All done.”

Edmund’s hands  lingered on Regulus’ face but he was no longer looking at his hair, his gaze was fixed Regulus’ lips. He slowly lowered his hand but Regulus was already reaching for his wrist, pleading for Edmund to not deprive him from his touch. 

For a boy whose words were always sharp, his touch was disarmingly soft—gentler than anything Regulus had ever known. For a moment, Regulus was filled with courage, still holding Edmund’s wrist he lifted it slightly and pressed a kiss against the thumb that had rested his chin just moments ago. 

Edmund softly moved his hand to cup Regulus’ face, first brushing his lips, and tracing a path towards his cheeks. When Regulus’ newfound bravery faltered, it was Edmund who closed the distance.

His lips were tender, curious, pressing against Regulus asking him to kiss him back. And so he did, Regulus’ hands reached Edmund's waist and pulled him closer, wanting to taste more, to feel more, more, more, more. 

Edmund drew back slightly, but Regulus’ greedy mouth wouldn’t let him. For now, nothing else mattered—not their parents, not their friends, not whatever waited outside those walls. Edmund’s hand dropped from Regulus’ face and tangled into his hair, tugging gently.

Regulus chuckled, “You just fixed it.”

“I don’t care,” Edmund blurted before kissing him again.

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i still think its hilarious how neil went 'kevin and i talk about your intricate and endless daddy issues all the time' because they literally never do. he just made that up and dragged kevin under the bus as well for no fucking reason other than to be dramatic.