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blossomarlia · 8 months ago

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dressing up

When you're unsure how you feel in the dress the boys bought you, they make sure to re-inspire some confidence. (reupload from previous blog, see navigation for more info!)

poly!jegulus x fem! reader

warnings: mostly fluff, sexual references and implied smut at the end, reader has hair and is able-bodied.

You rub the liquid-soft silk of your dress absent-mindedly between two fingers, eyes locked on your reflection in the bathroom mirror. When you'd tried it on just a few days ago, the shop lady had told you you were a vision; now you're sure she was just trying to sell her product.

You want to blame the sizing- maybe it's too small, the wrong shape, impossible to look good in even if you had the body of a mannequin. But even that doesn't seem plausible. It's a beautiful dress, high-quality with a price to match. There's no alternative: you must be the problem, straining fabric with the parts of you that you wish you could just forget about.

You breathe out as much as you can, trying not to flush with the embarrassment you feel at the thought of having to show your boyfriends just what a mistake it was, encouraging you to spend their money on a pretty dress you can't possibly wear. It was wrong of you to accept the gift. Guilt boils hot and hurting in your stomach as you imagine your lovely boyfriends, so pleased to finally have convinced you to let them sponsor such a luxury. How awful to repay them by looking dowdy and silly and not at all right for something so beautiful.

You think quickly, aware of the expectant pair sitting just seconds away in the living room. You can't pass them without revealing yourself, but the prospect is unimaginable. What a waste of money.

“Baby?” James’ voice, soft and cheerful, sounds from just past the door. Your throat tightens. “Not that we’re too miffed, but we would like to see you at some point. You’ve been in there since we got back from the shops twenty minutes ago.”

Shit. You curse yourself for deciding to come in here for a full-body view of the dress, leaving all your other clothing in the bedroom. Exiting naked would usually warrant rather a happy reaction from the boys, but after looking a few moments more at the outline of your body in the mirror, that doesn't seem like a good option either. “Sorry!”

"Not to worry, sweetheart."

James’ white bathrobe is the only reasonable alternative. You grab it off the hook by the towels and wrap it around yourself, nodding contentedly as it reveals only a sliver of fabric at your chest and nothing more. You might as well be wearing a nightie, for all they know. The dress will just have to be returned, and you'll tell them you couldn't find one that fit- technically correct.

You aim to leave the bathroom casually, but that becomes almost impossible when you open the door and find yourself face-to-face with Regulus, his fist raised as if to knock.

“Hi, Reg!” Too cheery. You tamper down your smile and stand on your tip-toes to kiss him, holding the robe tightly around yourself.

“Hello. I was just going to ask what you wanted for dinner. Are you alright, darling?" He wonders, watching you with storm-grey eyes that always seem to see just a little more than you're expecting them to.

"Of course! Dandy." You supply.

He cocks his head, unmoving. "You’re in an odd mood.”

“What? No. This is my usual mood,” You insist.

“M-hm.” His eyes drop momentarily down to the robe, narrowing. “Any particular reason you're wearing James' robe?”

“Am I?”

The aforementioned individual appeared, suddenly, grinning. “I don’t mind. Looks great, very sexy!”

You wonder if it's possible for your face to heat so much that it melts.

“Incorrigible, James.” Regulus says softly.

You give him a weak smile, squirming away from the impossible weight of their combined gazes and heading for the bedroom. Regrettably, they follow you.

“Why are you wearing it, angel?” James asks, flopping onto the bed.

You shrug, searching for an opportunity to get them both to leave you alone to change. The truth is that your own robe would've been much too short, and if they see the bottom of the dress they'll probably ask for the whole thing, and that's just not going to happen. You press your fingers into the soft curve of your lower stomach nervously, taking a few steps backwards until your back hits the wall. James' brows pull together.

“Um. I don't know.”

The two of them exchange a glance. You understand; you're not exactly behaving in a normal manner.

"Are you sure you're alright?" Regulus asks. You like to think you're better at reading his expressions than most- the slight slant of his dark brows tells you he's concerned, but you can't get a good read on the rest of it.

"Yes, I'm fine! Why are you- I- I'm just a little warm."

"Call me crazy, angel," James says, amused, "But taking off the robe might help with that."

Your reply comes too quickly, to your immediate regret. "No!"

There's a brief silence. You feel like a total idiot, but you're sure it beats the feeling you'd get seeing them pretend to like the way you look right now. You squeeze your eyes shut for second, swallowing hard.

"I'm sorry," You sound mortifyingly close to tears. "Sorry. I just- sorry."

At a total loss, James stares at you from the bed. Regulus touches your upper arm gently.

"There's no need to apologise, darling, just tell us what's happened. What's made you so upset?"

You force yourself to make eye contact. "Please can you both just go while I get changed?"

Their expressions are awful; knowing you're causing such a fuss over something so trivial, so stupid, you feel like just about the worst girlfriend in the world.

“Is there something you're worried we'll see? Bruises, or something?” James asks. "We can go, baby, but if there's something going on it might be better for Reg or me to take a look. You know I was joking when I said I'd break up with you if you got that tattoo of Margaret Thatcher's face."

You deflate, softened by his attempt to break the tension. Regulus rolls his eyes, but you see the corner of his mouth twitch. "What's going on, hm?" He asks quietly.

With a sigh, you stare at the ground, giving up. They're too lovely to stick to your original plan- you'll just have to let it happen, and hope to make up for it another time by looking better.

"...I'm not sure you'll love what you see."

“Of course we’ll love it. We love you.” Regulus says firmly, like it's obvious.

“That doesn’t mean-”

“Angel. Take the robe off, yeah? We’ll prove it to you.”

At James' insistence, you take a deep breath and stare at the ground as you shrug off the robe, wrapping your arms around your middle. You're keenly aware of the places where your skin presses against fabric, the way it falls, and the heat rushing to your cheeks. Oh, god.

"Fuck." Regulus says, uncharacteristically crude. You curl in on yourself a little further.

“I’m sorry, I know it’s not how it looked on the-”

James interrupts you. “Baby? I’m gonna be honest, because I love you, okay?”

“Okay.” You say meekly, eyes stinging. Maybe it's even worse than you’d thought.

“I cannot hear a single word you are saying when you look that good. Like, a single word. It’s all lost on me. I’m going to need a minute.”

Regulus’ hands are on you before you could properly react to James’ words, drawing your arms away from your body and taking in the dress with hungry eyes.

“Exquisite, sweetheart," He exclaims, hands on yours. "I would say you’re never taking this off, but that’s actually all I want to do.”

"What?" You manage, smiling despite yourself. You pull your hands away and press them to your face. "Reg, you don't have to-"

“You thought we wouldn’t want to see this?” Hands on your shoulders, Regulus spins you once, before pulling your back against his chest and planting a heated kiss to the side of your neck. “And you called me crazy?”

“You’re- I’m- what?” You stammer. James makes an unintelligible sound from the bed, pressing a dramatic hand to his heart. "Thank you."

"Don't thank us, angel. Holy shit. I'm thanking you. I'm thanking the gods. I'm thanking-"

"James is very thankful." Regulus whispers into your hair. You laugh out loud, a little giddy at all their praise. "D'you know what I'd be thankful for right now?"

"What?"

"You on that bed, darling," He says. You lean into his touch as his hand slides down your side, squeezing a part of your waist you'd prodded critically in the mirror not ten minutes ago. Now you enjoy the feeling of his warm hands through the thin fabric, enjoy having a shape his hands both appreciate so well. "Off you go."

It's an instruction, now, and you shiver at the authority in his tone as you obey. James is on you before the duvet has even settled, making you gasp as he presses kisses all over your face.

“I’m going to destroy this dress. I’m sorry.” He says earnestly. You giggle happily, insecurities not quite gone but coated in a honey-sweet joy that softens their presence.

“I thought you liked it.”

“M-hm. It’s okay,” His hand finds your thigh and grips it firmly, fingers pressing into soft skin. “We’ll buy you a million more.”

You let yourself enjoy it all for a moment more before giving any space to the snarky voice at the back of your mind, more out of a desire for reassurance than genuine belief that the two boys on top of you would genuinely do such a thing. "You're not- not just saying all this to make me feel better?"

“Why would we ‘just say’ this?” Regulus murmurs against your right shoulder, forearm across your stomach as he does wicked things to your skin that you'll have to cover in concealer if you want to wear anything sleeveless for a few days.

“...I don't know. Make me feel better?”

“You’re stunning. Literally- how often is James speechless, hm?”

You laughed. “Hardly ever.”

“Exactly. You're quite regularly the most beautiful girl either of us have ever seen, darling, whether you're feeling the same way or not,” Regulus leans on his elbow to look at you sternly. "We don't appreciate you this way because you look like somebody else, we adore you because you're yourself, and completely radiant."

“I don’t think you don't like me, I promise. It’s just something that’s in my brain- that I’m ugly, or something. It's silly."”

"It is," James agrees, allowing Regulus to return to whatever he's doing to your collarbone. "But it's not your fault. Your only job is to listen to what we're telling you, instead of your insecurity. Yeah?"

"Yeah," You nod, a little breathless. It's very easy to be agreeable when they're doing all these things to you. James kisses a line down your throat, to your chest, to your arm, slipping the strap of the dress down to follow. “I love you both," You manage.

They answer in their own, doubly enjoyable, ways.

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bradleysass · 3 months ago

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fate - @black-brothers-microfic - wc: 867 - jegulus

James Potter was already three drinks in and only mildly aware of whatever Marlene was rambling about as she adjusted her dress for the hundredth time. He should have been listening—really, he should have—but weddings weren’t exactly his scene, and he’d only agreed to be her plus-one because she had promised good food, an open bar, and drama. He was here for the last part.

“And you won’t believe who Dorcas invited,” Marlene said, smirking over the rim of her champagne flute.

James, half-distracted by the way the fairy lights twinkled over the dance floor, hummed. “Who?”

“Regulus Black.”

James choked on his whiskey. “Sorry—what?”

Marlene grinned. “You heard me.”

James sat up straighter, suddenly far more sober than he had been a moment ago. He hadn’t seen Regulus in years—not since they had called whatever they were doing off, not since Regulus had walked out of his life without so much as an explanation. And now he was here?

James scanned the venue like he could spot him immediately, like he would know the exact way Regulus had changed over the years without even needing a proper look. He felt Marlene’s eyes on him, knowing and amused, but he ignored her.

And then, as fate would have it, he found him.

Regulus Black was standing near the bar, dressed in a sharp black suit that made him look devastatingly elegant. His dark hair was still annoyingly perfect, styled effortlessly like he had just stepped out of a fashion magazine. And his eyes—James had never been able to forget those eyes—were the same stormy grey, cool and calculating as they took in the scene around him.

James’ stomach twisted.

It would be easy to turn away, to pretend he hadn’t seen him, to pretend he didn’t care. But James had never been good at doing the easy thing.

With a breath, he pushed his way through the crowd, whiskey glass still in hand. He reached the bar just as Regulus caught sight of him. There was a flicker of something in his expression—surprise, maybe. Or regret. Or something else James couldn’t quite name.

"Fancy seeing you here," James said, keeping his tone light, though his fingers curled around his glass a little too tightly.

Regulus exhaled slowly, then set his drink down. "James."

James’ name sounded different in Regulus' voice. It always had.

"Didn’t think I’d run into you tonight," James admitted, leaning against the bar. "You here for Dorcas?"

Regulus nodded. "She insisted. And you?"

"Marlene," James said, then smirked. "Though I suspect she mostly just brought me along to witness whatever chaos she’s planning."

A flicker of amusement crossed Regulus’ face. "That does sound like her."

There was a beat of silence, stretched just long enough to feel like a weight between them. James had never been good at silence—especially not with Regulus.

"You look good," James said before he could think better of it.

Regulus’ lips parted slightly, as if caught off guard. Then he exhaled, a small smile ghosting over his face. "You haven’t changed."

James wasn’t sure if that was a compliment or not, but he grinned anyway. "And you have."

Regulus lifted a brow. "For better or worse?"

James’ grin softened. "Still deciding."

Regulus huffed a quiet laugh and shook his head. The music changed then, something slower, and James watched as couples filtered onto the dance floor. The air between them shifted, a quiet tension settling in, heavy with unspoken words.

James hesitated before setting his drink down. "Dance with me."

Regulus blinked. "What?"

"One dance," James said, holding out a hand. "For old times' sake."

Regulus studied him, and for a moment, James thought he might refuse. But then, with a sigh that sounded like resignation and something else entirely, Regulus reached out and took his hand.

James pulled him onto the dance floor, one hand resting lightly on Regulus’ waist. The contact sent something electric through him, the familiarity of it unsettling. Regulus moved gracefully, naturally, and James found himself getting lost in the moment.

"You still dance like a perfectionist," James murmured, amused.

Regulus scoffed. "And you still don’t count steps."

James smirked. "I like to improvise."

Regulus rolled his eyes but didn’t pull away. They swayed together, the hum of conversation around them fading into the background. For a few fleeting minutes, it was just the two of them, the years apart melting into something softer.

"You disappeared," James finally said, voice quieter now.

Regulus stiffened slightly, but James kept his hold firm. "I had to."

"Did you?"

Regulus sighed, looking away. "It wasn’t—" He hesitated, as if weighing his words. "It wasn’t about you."

James let that sit between them before saying, "It sure felt like it."

Regulus’ fingers tightened slightly against James’ shoulder. "I didn’t mean for it to."

James studied him, taking in the sharp angles of his face, the way his expression faltered just a bit. "Are you happy?"

Regulus’ lips parted, then closed. He didn’t answer immediately.

The song was nearing its end, but neither of them stepped away.

"I don’t know," Regulus admitted finally. "Are you?"

James swallowed. "I don’t know either."

#marauders #black brothers microfic #jegulus #starchaser #sunseeker #james potter #regulus black #microfic

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klarolinexluv · 1 month ago

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Okay but exes Prongsfoot where they remain codependent, they remain the closest of best friends.

Pre-jegulus and wolfstar.

The angst in that??

Because Remus is thinking that he will never be good enough for Sirius, especially when Sirius still has James. Remus thinks that Prongsfoot were perfect together and that Remus has no way of competing with that.

Whereas Sirius knows that him and James were not perfect. He still adores James, that would never change, it’s just that Sirius couldn’t give to James what he needed in the romantic sense and James couldn’t give it to Sirius. They tried very hard though to make it work but it just wouldn’t and sometimes that’s just how things go.

Their break up was very private and very emotional. Both of them cried. They talked it out in such depth and explained themselves throughly. They know they are on the same page and that feels good and also horrible because they both know that they can’t give eachother what they need and that is a physical pain for them.

Anyway. It takes a while for Sirius to realise what he feels for Remus and him and James talk it out. James helps Sirius come to terms and then plan how to ask out Remus and woo him.

Wolfstar happens before Jegulus I’m thinking.

Jegulus I feel is more angsty because of the whole best friend/exs brother, brothers best friend/ex thing.

Sirius and Regulus actually look identical. There are small give away and minor differences. Like their eye colour. Sirius’ is more grey with blue undertones whereas Regulus’ Is more blue with grey undertones. Sirius’ Is more the ocean and Regulus’ is more a storm.

Their hair is slightly different too. Sirius’ is more wavy whereas Regulus’ Is more curly. They both have the same freckles and the same mole at the corner of their lips, but Regulus has a second one closer to his left ear that is mostly hidden by his hair.

Anyway… because they look so alike, Regulus is a mean jealous cunt. I say this fondly, but he is. He does not believe James when he asks him out, he thinks it’s a joke and gives James a dressing down. He is so mean.

This goes on like this for months at the very least. James has to work hard to win Regulus over and convince him that James isn’t just looking for Sirius in Regulus (he never was but that’s what Regulus thought).

It’s not until Sirius asks Regulus about it that Regulus starts to think differently. Sirius ends up explaining what happened between him and James and at first it only makes Regulus’ resolve worse but after a week of thinking and overthinking, he changes his tune a bit. He’s more open to James’ attention but James isn’t asking him out anymore and this makes Regulus doubt what he knows.

PLOTTWIST. Sirius helps Regulus asks James out instead.

ANYWAY rewind a bit, to James working out his feelings for Regulus.

It doesn’t take James long to discover his crush on Regulus. He tells Sirius immediately, at first Sirius is sceptical, thinking that James might just be looking for Sirius in his brother but he is proven wrong not even a second after he has the thought when James starts rambling about Regulus and all the things he likes about him.

Sirius doesn’t really help much in the area of asking Regulus out, only that Sirius tells James things that Regulus likes. Things that would help him. Sirius then goes on to claim that he had no part in helping James but they all know (literally everyone) that Sirius is helping James without actually doing anything.

James and Sirius have a lot of talks about this, James is constantly coming over and pestering him. This goes on for months, Sirius sees the highs and lows. When James doubts himself and all that.

It’s at a particular low point that Sirius talks to Regulus and yk the rest is history.

ANYWAY years later, wolfstar marry first. James is Sirius’ best man. Lily is Remus’ maid of honour, (or whatever the titles are) and Regulus gives Sirius away.

Years after that, jegulus get married. Sirius is James’ best man and Pandora is Regulus’ maid of honour. Sirius gives Regulus away to James.

And they all live happily ever after the end.

PS. Pandalily hookup at the jegulus wedding and that’s the start of their relationship. It’s messy for ages too. They (Lily) can’t admit to their feelings and it’s screws them around abit. Lily gets her shit together after a hard talk with Regulus (because yes they are friends) and boom!

PPS. Rosekiller spontaneously get married like a month later whilst jegulus are on their honeymoon. They just went and did it. They weren’t even dating before hand. Drama ensues. (They were fully sober)

PPPS. (Girl idk how many of these there is going to be) Dorlene were the first couple out of the group to marry, even before wolfstar. Back when jegulus where only in their fetus era.

ANOTHER PS. Peter met Sybil through Pandora at Jegulus’ wedding. Sybil came as Dora’s plus one. Peter asks Sybil if she would want to dance and they danced together all night. He asks her out as he makes sure she gets home safe. She agrees and they start seeing eachother soon after.

AND THEY ALL LIVER HAPPILY EVER AFTER THE END

#regulus black #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #jegulus #starchaser #sunseeker #black brothers #wolfstar #marauders #marauders era #aloras fic ideas

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dorlilymylovesss · 2 months ago

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I know a fake lesbian in a marauders fandom when I see one (ships mainly jegulus when most lesbians ships jily)

My shipping preferences don't define my sexuality. I'm a lesbian who happens to enjoy jegulus. There's no 'correct' way to be a lesbian in fandom spaces

By the way, besides the Marauders fandom, I'm very active in a couple of other fandoms that are mostly about women and sapphic relationships. my interests are varied, and jegulus is just one of the few gay ships I enjoy

It's weird to assume that lesbians are obligated to ship straight couples just because one of the characters is a woman. It's fuckin weird. Our preferences in fiction can be different and are not always directly related to our sexuality.

Fandoms should be places of creativity and self-expression, not platforms for testing the 'authenticity' of someone's identity. My sexuality exists regardless of which fictional characters I think fit each other

All this harassment and stupid labeling has really fucked me up, I've been away from the fandom for a long time because I noticed that even though we position ourselves as a fandom that doesn't interact with jkr official content, a lot of people here think exactly like her. I've never seen so much transphobia, lesbophobia in a supposedly safe fandom for queer people.

so fuck you and your stupid ship discourses, u don't have a right to call me a fake lesbian

(this is funny considering I ship jily too)

#maraduers #hp marauders #maraders era #harry potter #marauders #regulus black #james potter #jegulus #lily evans #jily

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youngcreature28 · 3 months ago

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Persist - July 29th, 2024 - Jegulus microfic - into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 1016

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Regulus clenches his eyes shut, holding his breath deep within his lungs until he can feel his chest constrict from lack of oxygen.

Pain is good.

It means he’s feeling something, that this is real.

The sound of bustling strangers, people who have never met him or know him buzzing in his ears.

He can hear the whispers, the backlash.

But mostly he can hear the people who don’t even bother to hide it. They way they stare and glare as if he’s some spectacle on display.

Suddenly there’s a hand in his own, fingers wrapping around Regulus’, and with it everything slows.

The noise and voices die down, muffled by the sensation of a small hand gripping his tightly.

Regulus feels himself relax, straightening his spine as he looks down.

Wide, scared eyes meet his.

“Papa?”

Harry’s voice is soft, a quality unlike his usual happy and energetic self.

“Hi, baby,” he smiles gently, squeezing Harry’s hand where it trembles. “It’s okay. We’re alright.”

Harry gives him his own wobbly version of a smile before it falls and he looks around once more, skittish eyes roaming nervously.

He hates it.

Regulus wouldn’t care if they yelled in his face, hit him, blamed him for everything bad in the world.

But to do it in front of Harry, in front of his innocent son, to show him the cruelty of the world sparks a shot of fury in him.

“Why does this happen to you?”

The question is so innocent that it makes the nature of it feel bigger somehow.

How can someone so young and innocent be so aware of the unfairness of the world? Why does he have to see how cruel and unforgiving people can be before he’s old enough to understand?

“Because papa made some mistakes, remember?” Regulus says, never waiting to have secrets or hide away behind false promises when it comes to his son.

He refuses to be like his parents.

Together, James and Regulus have worked hard to be good parents, to ensure Harry never felt unsafe or unloved in his own home.

And to have it happen outside of it anyway, just makes it all feel pointless.

“And it makes people angry,” Harry frowns, reciting the words, “because they don’t understand why?”

Regulus nods slightly, a lump forming in his throat.

“But why?” He asks again. “Daddy told me that your mama made you do it, why does that make them so mean? It’s not your fault, papa.”

Hearing those words from Harry makes him sob once in his throat, knowing that James had spent so long talking it over with Harry so he understands.

He’d been so adamant that he wouldn’t let Harry grow up thinking Regulus was bad, that he understood why and that Regulus had no choice.

“I don’t know, Haz,” he replies honestly. “Sometimes people just want to be mean because it makes them feel better about themselves. Sometimes that means they get mad at other people so they don’t have to be mean to their family.”

“But,” Harry’s lips tremble, tears welling up, “but you’re my family.”

Regulus doesn't think he’s felt a pain like this before, it’s as if he can feel his heart shatter at the pure sadness and confusion of a small child not understanding why his family is being hurt.

“Why do they have to be mean to my family instead, papa?”

“Oh, baby,” Regulus drops to his knees, ignoring the pain that shoots through him.

Harry doesn’t hesitate to dive forward, crumbling into Regulus’ arms and holding on as if he’s terrified Regulus will let go and he’ll be alone.

“Why do they have to be mean to my family?” Harry cries, his tears soaking through Regulus’ jumper. “It’s not fair.”

The last word is said as a loud cry, sobs wracking through Harry’s small body as Regulus holds him as close as possible.

“It’s not fair,” he agrees into Harry’s hair, his own tears silently falling. “I know, baby. I’m so sorry you have to go through this with me.”

The image of his son so hurt, so shaken, will be permanently seared into his memory.

“You just have to persist through it, it gets easier the longer you try,” it’s all Regulus can say.

There's no way to promise him it won’t happen again. He can’t tell Harry that people will stop being mean, because they won’t.

Regulus made his choices, it doesn't matter to those people that he’s destroyed Voldimort and saved them.

All they care about is having someone to blame.

“But,” Harry looks up at him with innocent, wide eyes, filled with confused tears, “why do I have to? Why do you have to let people be so mean to you, papa?”

“Sometimes,” Regulus’ voice cracks, “sometimes you have to be brave and keep going even if it hurts. It’s not fair, but papa would do it all again if it means I can keep you safe, Harry.”

Harry nods into his neck, his body slumping as the exhaustion from crying so hard hits him.

“I don't like it, papa,” he confesses, “it makes my belly feel sad and yucky.”

The childlike mentality and innocence has Regulus standing up with Harry in his arms, wrapping him up into a hug as he forces his breath to even.

“I love you, Harry,” Regulus says, “always and forever.”

“I love you too, papa,” Harry sighs, his body going lax as he drifts off to sleep, knowing that he’s safe within his papa’s arms.

Regulus keeps his head held high as he walks his way back to their house where James is waiting for them, ignoring the whispers and stares.

He holds Harry close and refuses to give in.

He’s strong for this reason, he keeps going for Harry and James.

Despite the pain it brings, Regulus wouldn’t go back and change it, not if it would risk the love James holds for him and the way Harry is able to look at him with so much love and care.

It's worth it all.

For them.

#this is one of my favourites that I've written #harry potter #james potter #regulus black #angst #hurt/comfort #jegulus #sunseeker #starchaser #regulus is harry's parent #hp #my fic #my work #jegulus microfic #jeggyverse microfic #regulus deserved better

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tiredofthehumanlife · 1 year ago

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Wanna play mermaids?

Barbie dolls: jegulus x reader (James, regulus, you)

Words: 3.4k ish

Summary: you and regulus work as mermaids at the renaissance fair and shockingly a lot of dads hit on you guys but what if one of them was hot?????? OH GOD PLEASE RELASE ME I WANT PEACE PLEASE GOD PLEASE

Warnings: your mermaid name is meryn, I personally think mermaid is a gn term but I understand why you wouldn't view it that way I was a mermaid kid so all I did was read books on them so to me personally I just feel like they wouldnt care about gender norms or gendered language BUT I UNDERSTAND so you and regulus are referred to as mermaids but there is no other gendered language, morden au, marylily is real, regulus is trans with stars around his top surgery scars and he's a tad insecure about the scars but it's cool, that's all.

You and your boyfriend, Regulus, loved working at fairs. You both had spent a very long time honing your costumes and characters. So when the biggest fair in your area hired you both, you were giddy. After you hung up, you and Regulus both screamed and jumped around the kitchen, holding onto each other. After waiting and picking at the fine details, the fair had finally opened again.

Every summer for about three months the fair on the outskirts of town was open. People dressed up, fairies, witches, queens, knights, regular old Renaissance peasants, came from all over to join in the festivities. Behind the large, fake, castle gates was a massive amount of care and love. People worked to fill their booths with handmade products. People spoke with old accents, calling out to thou to payeth for a large pretzel with your Chime credit card. You loved it. All the costumes, all the activities, all the love people put in, seeing the joy in children's eyes as they met real life mermaids. Even if it was just you and your dumbass boyfriend in costume, it was real to them. You were even more excited to go to the one in town, you had seen how their mermaid tank was set up.

For quests they had to find the building with the painted mermaids all over it. It was open concept mostly, as most things at the fair were, no ac, all wood, and still beautiful. The building was mainly there for the gift shop, if the people wanted to see the real mermaids they'd have to follow the small stone path. Through a small arched gate, vines climbing up it, was a small winding garden path. Stunning flowers and vines growing around them as they made their way down the line. Eventually they'd turn the corner and see it. The large tank of water, usually with a mermaid inside. Around the tank were large fake rocks, making it look less like a tank and more like a tiny cave. Inbeaded in the rocks were gold dabloons and seashells. False seaweed twisting around the rocks. It was convincing enough for a child. Then there was another small path that led the guests out of the garden and back to the gift shop.

For the mermaids however, the path was different. You entered in through the gift shop, an employee showing you behind the beaded curtain in the back. Through there you found two doors, both painted teal that was now peeling and dim. Through the door on the left was a bathroom aka changing room. Through the door on the right was a small pool, the half of the tank that wasn't visible to the public. On two of the walls there was a space to walk, sidewalk wide. There were regular old swimming pool steps off in the corner, a lovely space to sit and take a break in your opinion. Then across from the door was an entryway. It started at the bottom of the tank and raised all the way up to just above the water. You entered the tank for the children to see you by getting into the pool and then swimming through the entry. It was most definitely one of the nicer set ups. There was one time where you showed up and found a troft waiting for you.

You and Regulus had gotten dressed, slid into your tails, and flipped yourselves into the pool all within an hour. You still had about thirty minutes to waste before you were needed outside. You had noticed that Regulus was quieter than usual but you just assumed he was tired. It was early in the morning and he was more of a night owl. Though now as you were both sitting on the steps, passing time in silence, you felt worried. You nudged his shoulder with yours. You asked him if he was alright and he seemed to sink. He shrugged. There a moment of silence before be started whispering to you.

"I'm just worried someone might say something." You raised an eyebrow at him.

"About?" Regulus rolled his eyes and gestured at his chest. He had scars, but so did millions of people. Regulus once vented to Sirius about his insecurities over his scars and Sirius offered the solution of tattoos. Of course he would. Regulus took it though. He went and got stars littered around them. Regulus was definitely more confident in them when you were alone or with friends but he always seemed to get a little antsy before working. You shrugged.

"Has anyone said anything before?" You already knew the answer. You just needed to remind him of it. Regulus pinched his lips together, shaking his head. "Then why would anyone say something now? What makes this job any different?" Regulus sighed and dropped his head on your shoulder.

"I have no real merit behind my anxieties." You nodded. You pressed a kiss to his forehead, glad he finally came to a proper conclusion. You slipped off the step, dropping to your shoulders in the water. Regulus soon joined you. You swam through the opening. The outside part of the tank was much nicer than the inside. It was still early in the morning, the fair opening accnoucment started at 7:40 but no one really entered the fair until 8 ish. If you looked to the side you could see the sunrise. Regulus' head popped up out of the water next to you. You smiled at him. There were two small false rocks with flat tops in the two corners at the front.

You loved how Regulus looked in this lighting. He glanced over at you when he noticed you staring at him. Regulus rolled his eyes and made his way over to the corner across from you. He plopped himself down on the rock and rested his arm over the edge of the tank.

His tail was purple. You were there when he got his inspiration. You and Regulus were shopping for Luna's third birthday present when a little girl ran up to him holding up her Barbie doll. She kept pointing at them both. You saw the similarities instantly. It was a little mermaid doll with short black hair and a purple and blue tail. After her mother came running around the corner apologizing a million times and throwing the girl over her shoulder. Regulus turned to you. You shrugged and looked back to the dinosaurs. Luna was going through a dinosaur phase. She only wanted dinosaurs. Dinosaur chicken nuggets, dinosaur socks, dinosaur cereal, if it wasn't dinosaurs she wasn't having it. Regulus sniffed. You looked over at him. He was wiping at his eyes. You wanted to laugh a little. He was crying over a Barbie. All things considered though you've done the same so you hugged him and cooed.

Now he really was a spitting image of the doll. Your tail was orange. For no other reason than you thought it looked cool. You kept flapping your tail over Regulus'. He looked away from the garden to glare at you. A man in full peasant garb came around the corner, scrolling on his phone. He turned it off and shoved it into his leather pouch attached to his belt. He smiled at you two.

"Hey you guys, I'm John. I'm basically going to be right by you guys at all times if you need anything, if anyone gets weird. And also so I can direct people towards the exit but majority I'm here to support you." You both nodded at John. You shook his hand, introducing yourself and Regulus with both your names and mermaid names. Regulus gave John a short wave before looking back out at the garden.

"Yeah we're already having a line build up out there, your first meeting time is at 8:30, that's when the gate opens. Then the second meeting time starts at 9:30. And then so on and so forth, but after 11:30 that's it until 1:30 so we all have lunch time then." John explain, pulling his phone out the scroll down the schedule. You didn't have the heart to tell him you already knew the schedule.

After Regulus had celebrated with you for the first 5 minutes of finding your new job he was pulling out his laptop and reaserching everything. He took notes. Color coordinated notes. Regulus then helped you memorize everything. From the schedule to the blueprints to the faux accents people put on. He even went over your characters' lore with you again.

However you appreciated John's kindness to explain the schedule to you anyways. So you thanked him. You decided if he didn't run off to have lunch with his other peasant friends you'd find a way to get your lunch outside and eat with John. John notified you when the other workers opened the gate.

Quickly after that the first family was rounding the corner, jumping over the vines. Regulus fixed his posture, sitting up straight and smiling wide at the little boy. He was clutching onto a cloth mermaid doll like it was his lifeline. He squealed when you both waved at him. he was quickly advancing on you two, leaving his loser family behind. He was more interested in Regulus than he was you. The little boy told Regulus his favorite color was actually blue. He also explained siren lore to Regulus. Regulus smiled and nodded along. The boy asked Regulus what his name was. Regulus pressed his finger to his lips before pointing to you.

"His name is Llyrrick." You said, smiling at the boy. He pouted looking back to Regulus. Regulus had quickly realized after your first few jobs, talking to people for that long, masking for that long really, was extremely tiring. So you both adapted. Suddenly Llyrrick just didn't talk and Meryn, you, was talking double time.

"Do you not talk?" The little boy asked, tilting his head to the side at Regulus. Regulus pinched his lips together, shaking his head no. The boy's smile grew, letting out an excited squeal. He quickly ran back to his family, who was standing awkwardly next to the tank. He latched onto what looked to be his older sister. She looked to be only a few years older than him. He dragged her over to Regulus.

"This is my sister, she doesn't talk either. So sometimes I talk for her at restaurants and stuff, like you." He said smiling at you. Regulus smiled brightly, waving at them both. The girl looked more than giddy to meet a mermaid who was like her, her smiling biting back at her cheeks. Regulus held up his finger before flopping himself off his rock seat. He quickly swam back through the opening. Both the kids looked back to you, with sad looks, scared he was running away from them.

"Llyrrick is getting you two presents. Hey do you two where we merfolk keep our money?" They both shook their heads at you. "At the riverbank." You giggled at your own joke, even though you didn't really find it funny. Both the kids chuckled at your joke. You kept running off puns to keep them entertained. Regulus was back in few more seconds. He pulled himself back into his rock seat. Regulus reached into his now soaking cloth bag. It was small but it held a lot of false mermaid coins. Regulus reached into the bag and pulled out two, dropping one in each of the children's hands. You both waved them off as John pointed them to their way out of the garden.

You and Regulus gave each kid a coin before they left. Some of them spent more time talking to you, some talking to Regulus more, and some just stared at you both in silence. As the hours passed you started looking more and more to your lunch. You loved watching the childrens' excitement at seeing real life mermaids, but it was still tiring. Lunch was quickly approaching, you were already at the end of your 11:30 line.

"Sorry, he doesn't know how to flirt. He just kinda stares with his mouth open." She whispered to you, trying not to disturb Harry The Number One Mermaid Fan and Llyrrick's conversation. You shrugged.

The last family was rounding the corner. A small boy and three adults following after him. The boy was in jorts, light up lighting McQueen sneakers, a red shirt with a cartoon mermaid plastered on the front, and glasses too big for his face. He looked to be 7 or so. He was holding onto what was most definitely his father's hand. They looked like carbon copies, even in matching glasses.

Behind them both were two beautiful women. One was in all green, with long red hair and the other was in as many bright colors you could imagine, her curly hair pulled into two buns. If you didn't already think it was the hottest set of parents you most certainly did now.

The man had a mustache that could truly only be described as a pornstache. Even worse, he made it hot. His muscles were large. You felt sympathy for his tshirt sleeves. You slowly turned your head to stare at Regulus. He gave you the exact 'you seeing this?' look you were giving him. You smiled and turned back to them as they got closer.

The little boy was dragging his father to the edge of your tank, his two mums following behind them. You thought they were the hottest throuple you ever did see. If you were the mirror mirror on the wall and they asked you who was the finest of them all you'd consider death. It'd be easier than picking. The boy smiled at you two as his father froze at the edge of the tank. You said hello to the boy as Regulus waved. He introduced himself as Harry, The Number One Mermaid Fan. You smiled at him. He talked to you both. Regulus gave him encouraging looks. Regulus crossed his arms over the edge of the tank, dropping his chin on his forearms.

You noticed the father was staring at you both. It unfortuently wasn't as uncommon as you wished it was. A lot of people would stare, most of them making you uncomfortable. You glanced over at him. His jaw was slack and his shoulders slumped, making him look like a child salivating at a candy store window. You stared back, raising an eyebrow at him. The red headed woman came up from behind him, giving you a smile.

"I'm not flirting with your husband. I'm actually just sitting in a tank. Us merfolk don't flirt we give each other seaweed bouquets for courtship." You stated blankly. It wasnt the first time a partner of someone has chewed you out for looking at their loved one. Apperantly an orange fish tail was quite flirtatious.

"Oh gross no. I'm married to her, not him. Anyways just give us a second." She pulled the man away, over toward the other woman. They both gave you a small smile before gripping onto the man's shoulders. You continued to talk to Harry The Number One Mermaid Fan and ignored them entirely. As Harry started to ask Regulus more questions about sea life, all of which Regulus answered, the father came back up to you clutching his phone tightly. He had shinked into himself, looking as small as a buff as shit dude could.

"Excuse me, sorry I don't mean to be irritating, but do you think it's possible I could get both your numbers?" He was muttering so quietly you barely even heard him. You looked over to Regulus. He was already staring at you. Regulus gave you a light nod before answering Harry's question on the economy system with his hands, John stepped over to him, pressing his hand to the father's chest, giving him a light shove.

"I'm going to have to ask you to leave." John whispered. You reached out and tugged on the edge of John's shirt.

"Thank you, John. It's alright." John looked back at you to check a second time that you were speaking and not clone. You nodded. John looked back to the father, looking him up and down with the stink eye before moving away.

As John shut the exit gate you looked at Regulus. He groaned and slumped lowing into the water. You nodded, understanding completely. Regulus stared at you, you could see his admiration simmering under his gaze. You gave him a knowing look as he continued to slip lower and lower under the surface of the water. You rolled your eyes as his head disappeared under the water before popping up next to you again. Regulus pushed him up next to you on your rock seat, dropping his head on your shoulder and interlocking your elbows.

"Well I can't give you my cell phone number but i can give you my Shell-phone number" Your smile grew as you said your own pun. The man started laughing at your joke as he opened his contacts. You warmed, most people ignored your puns. Who would've thought a dad would enjoy your dad jokes?

You quietly whispered your number and real name to him. He was giddily smiling the whole time, giggling as he entered in the numbers. When you were done you looked over to Regulus, silently asking if he was sure you can gave his number away. Regulus sent you a wink and pulled his hand out from under the water, a shell in his palm.

On occasion, you genuinely wondered if he was a mermaid because you never packed shells but he always had pulled some out from nowhere. You turned back to the man listing off Regulus' number and his real name. The man was bouncing on his heels. He looked to be fighting off the urge to do a jig in celebration.

Just as you were finishing handing off Regulus' number, Regulus was dropping two coins into Harry's hands. The man thanked you a million times before lifting the boy off his feet with ease and throwing him over his shoulder. The boy squealed and laughed as the four of them left. Both of the women sent you two bright smiles.

"He was hot." Regulus whispered against the skin of your wet shoulder.

"Fuck, I know. Jeez Louise." Regulus nodded understanding your exasperation. He gently kissed your shoulder, sitting up. He looked back at John.

"Thanks, John." John stared at Regulus with wide eyes. You looked over your shoulder to smile at John.

"Right well, I'm going to go to pop over to the food court. I'm going to wander around a bit but I'll be back before 1:00, okay?" John said. You both gave him a nod. He left through the garden.

You and Regulus ate lunch in the inside tank. After that you both continued to meet more children and families. As the Fair closed for the day, you were slightly ashamed to say you glad. You and Regulus were out of your tails, not bothering to wipe off the painted scales on your faces. All the guests had left, you both leaned on each other as you left through the faux castle walls. Staying in a pool all day and being exhausted made your legs slightly wobbly.

"Mm bath, dinner, bed?" Regulus muttered, his voice slightly hoarse from not using it all day.

"Would you still love me if I said, A bath is too much energy?" You really weren't sure if you could last another second in water. Regulus hummed.

"Okay, Dinner, stinky bed time?" You nodded against his arm. He dropped a kiss to your forehead as he lead you through the parking lot.

"Glad we got that sorted, now the question is what are we having for dinner?" You groaned at Regulus asking you so many questions.

"Hey maybe that guy from earlier will be up for coming over. I'm entirely positive he won't mind being dinner, he was jumping up and down getting your number." You offered. Thinking about real answers was too hard.

"Really? I was thinking noodles." Regulus muttered, his tone flat. You lifted your head off his shoulder and smiled at him, lightly pecking his cheek.

“Noodles work.” Regulus nodded, pulling you off towards your car.

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dacheshirecat13 · 10 days ago

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okay okay so i adore the idea that barty and regulus were each others firsts (kisses, bf) i love the idea that barty was the first person (since sirius -- sirius dumping reggie (or so he thinks) for james as his new brother and reggie never feeling so alone) to put regulus first, to see him as smthing more than second best, and i love the idea that even when they both realised the love they felt wasn't romantic, they still adored each other platonically, always each others call, first choice. They ended up being smthing more than lovers. They ended up being family, i also love the idea that they are co-dependent jackasses who cannot sleep alone. and them inducting dorcas into their cult, because it is a cult.

I love the idea that pandora and evan tell each other everything, with pandora always always being infuriating right. i love the idea that reggie sees barty and evan, sees them together, sees hoew they are fricking perfect for each other, and immeadiately enlists pandora to help him get them together. Becoming besties with pandy. i also love the idea that barty and evan still make time for pandy and reggie, having platonic dates etc etc

and then eventually remus and reggie kinda dating because reggie realising he has feelings for his one, straight (hee **thinks**, unavaliable enemy potter, and remus becayse he loves sirius and is under the strange impression that sirius dont feel a thing back. so tryna get over him. in the end, they both realise they dont love each other and are much better as friends, study partners, besties, with remus helping sirius and regulus reconnect and be happy. sirius also dating marlene, them being each others beards. with marlene crushing on dorcas and sirius x remus. OFC this leading to reggie, with the help of james (who hes still pretending he hatesss) making remus and sirius get together, because theur mutual pining is annoying, and then everyone helping dorcas and marlene get together. just literally giggling everytime they did smthing without realising the other person has the hots for them.......

then james realising he likes grumpy, secretly-sweetest-person-ever, regulus black, his bff's lil baby brother. just having full on gay panic, dumps poor lily, who is heartbroken because her bf just dumped for no good reason! ofc potter then apologising eventually and explaining it wasnt her it was him. lily then realising pandora is...hot. and sweet and funny and crazy and cute. and then going into full gay panic with james, remus (ofc no one gonna tell sirius) and peter, and rosekiller, amd dorcas and marlene just finding this ther funniest shit ever. pandora ofc, catches on pretty quickly and she and lily hit it off) but regulus thinks that james could never like him back. so rosekiller, wishing to return the favour reggie did for them (because the slowburn is like snail pace rn), look them in a closet saying they'll only let them out after they've had **a tallk**, they talk blah blah, are eventually let out the clpset, reggie threatening to gut rosekiller, but like secretly soooo happy because.... JEGULUS.

mary and peter with their bags of popcorn, being like... damn. having watched and assisted the entire thing, just finding it fucking hilarious. I love the fact, that it doesn't matter that theyre not dating someone, marlene always putting lily and peter first, no matter what (and dorcas), remus and peter being besties, because them, along with regulus and lily are possibly the only slightly sensible ones. and then lily putting mary and marlene (and pandy) first because their her crew. i also love the idea of regulus and lily friendship. like soooo much

okay rant over ;)

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