#a different take on jegulus

[staroflupin]

James Potter who, despite what all may think, is so full of anger that it completely takes over his brain, makes him do the things he does and he doesn't feel an ounce of guilt.

When he torments Severus Snape, he doesn't feel an ounce of guilt, only a flame of rage igniting in his stomach. He doesn't know why he hates the Slytherin boy so much, he never did anything to him, yet he takes pleasure in making a pitiful fool out of the poor boy.

James Potter whose ego is bigger than the sun, not even Apollo in his chariot could move it. He knows he's the best, he doesn't even have to try. Quidditch captain, Head Boy, passing all his classes with O's and E's effortlessly. He knows he's attractive, all the girls that fawn over him say so. His mates as well, Sirius especially with "You've got it all, Prongs." He's a heartbreaker, anyone with the courage to confess gets let down with his brief declines for dates.

He has it all, and yet a part of him is unsatisfied.

Regulus Black is cruel, vindictive, and shallow. Anyone who attempts to approach him is met with an icy glare and harsh words to "Stay the fuck away." Half his house fears him, the other half hates him.

To him, that's okay. He may not have friends, but he has allies. He doesn't need that sort of thing anyway, he's the favorite son of the House of Black, as his parents reminded him.

Regulus loves the Dark Arts, loves the way the existence of them sends shivers down the spines of the Light families. He loves the power that comes from controlling them. To him, wielding that magic makes him feel invincible.

And yet, Regulus is utterly lonely, soft enough to be puppeteered by his family and molded into the perfect obedient son

And perhaps thats why Regulus and James worked so well together. They were both horrible in their own ways. James was well loved, and Regulus was well hated. They could look at the darkest, most vile parts of each other and still find themselves enamored with the other.

They were both hypocrites.

Regulus would admonish James each time he and his gang (that unfortunately consisted of his brother) would torment his fellow Slytherin housemates, no matter if they were pureblood, half-blood, or the rare muggleborn. Regulus constantly had the words "mudblood" and "blood traitor" on his lips, spat like venom casually. Yet, he still adored James Potter as if he and his family weren't the embodiment of everything he hated.

James would scold Regulus for his usage of the slurs he used quite frequently, yet never did much about it in the long run. James claimed himself a muggleborn ally, someone who didn't care about blood status or how rich or poor someone was, yet he kissed the the same lips that would curse out all he said that he believed in.

Perhaps that's why when Regulus took it an honor to join the Dark Lord, James said nothing at first. He still loved Regulus despite it all, because they were both hypocrites. They were different sides of the same coin.

But as time wore on, both of them started to distance themselves. Until they were complete strangers that had a shared past at one point. James moved on, finally getting with Lily and marrying her. Regulus devoted himself to the Dark Lord, later turning against him after his beliefs shifted against the cause he had joined in so naively.

Perhaps if they were different people, they would have worked out in the end. They could have stuck together despite it all. But time moved forwards, and history stayed as history.

[dyl-z]

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[plzandspanku]

I accidentally started only the brave pray for me

[calamitoustide]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the self-love ❤

okay im gonna finally do this 😭 this is like picking my children though so give me a second

Dear Reader

This One was the first one I wrote where I was like this is my fic. Obviously they are all my fics but this ones just different. All the other ones were always favorites of my friends and so I gave them to them even if they weren't technically gifted to them but this one was all me. It was everything to me. I honestly would get a tattoo of "Stay Close To The Sun" that's how deep my love for it runs. I actually have the stuck note hanging up on my wall and it's been there since I wrote it. (I had to tape it to make it stick but it's there!) There is nothing I would change about this fic. Nothing. It is perfect. It is everything to me. I am gripping it so hard in my palm no one's taking it from me. (and they have tried lmao)

I Might Like You Less Now That You Know Me So Well

This one gave Dear Reader a run for it's money. These two are so special to me. When I started writing it all it was supposed to be was fluff with like a little angst. It was always sad James but they were supposed to be over it 😭 or at least healed from it but it grew and it's so much different than it used to be. And it's for the better! It's also my first like nonbinary James fic and I love them very much they are so special to me. Even if Everyone who comments on it uses the wrong pronouns for them :) they are so special to me!!! There are little moments where I'm just in this fic. I'm going about my day and suddenly I am in the that van and watching the scene play out. I am at the tattoo parlor watching James grip Regulus hands because they're deathly afraid of needles. I am at the grand canyon and hearing James say they're not scared of heights anymore because they "found something scarier." I am at that beach hearing James whine "I was supposed to be in the water by now. I want to be in the water. I know I promised I'm sorry. I want to be in the water." It is forever engrained within me. Thinking about this fic is like breathing to me.

You Don't Get To Tell Me About Sad

My current little sad James fic, and it also was never supposed to happen. I don't like band aus I've tried them... multiple times but it never worked. I had a marylily one, a pandalily one, I had a jegulus one too but it just never stuck. This one though just worked for some reason... probably because it's hardly a band au honestly. There's some music and the fame plays a big part in it later but it's what I do best sad James and hurt/comfort. I also thought I would never write another sad James before this one because the ideas simply weren't coming. This one was even a struggle to plan fully. This is the first time I've made James' sadness run off into anger, and I thought that was an interesting aspect of it to explore. He's trapped and the only way he feels like he can get any relief is through anger. This is also one of my exes to lovers Jegulus fics and oh I love it. I've written three and this might be my favorite in the way that jegulus are never actually broken up. They are barely holding onto that they've always been together since the first chapter even if they're not saying it. This one is just very special to me and since I'm writing it right now it's not fully formed in my head but I know it's gonna break top three with the other two when it's done.

When You Saw That Dead Little Bird (You Started Crying)

THIS ONE! Okay it's from early 2023 and I remember obsessing over it even if it's only 4k. Out of all my one shots this is the one I always go back to and the one I always try to push on people. I love metaphors anyone who reads anything I write will know that and I was obsessed with the Moon Song dog metaphor. The dog, owner, and bird was everything to me I couldn't stop thinking about it. So I was writing this fic from the perspective of Regulus being the "owner" and James as "the dog" running up to him to give him a dead bird (Lucius dead) as a gift. The owner yells at the dog for giving them something awful/disgusting and the dog just doesn't understand why! So that was the original goal... and then well... I lost track of the goal. I was talking to one of my friends at the time about it, how the bird was supposed to represent innocence. That's why the owner is upset, it's awful to look at because it's pure and sweet. But Lucius isn't innocent Regulus doesn't care about the bird being dead he cares about the blood on the dog's teeth. And so James became the bird as much as he was the dog. And then I started thinking about Regulus killing himself in the war and putting all the blood on his own hands to save James from it and he became the dog and the bird too. They're both everything. They're destroying themselves for love. It's the tale of devotion. The tale of being so devoted to something it turns into your end. You might be able to tell why that was so appealing to me :/

Let The Light In

Alright so the last one was harder to choose but I'm going with Let the Light In because aroace Jegulus have my soul. They are everything to me. I remember seeing another fic with an aroace couple who are usually seen as romantic and I just stared at it for so long. I didn't read it I wasn't really into the ship but I was driving to school just obsessing over the idea with jeg. I remember parking like ten minutes early and instead of walking to my class I just sat in the car and sent a vm all about it not even knowing what I wanted just knowing I wanted Jeg in a QPR. What came out of it is everything to me. Jegulus figuring out their sexualities together and growing comfortable with it. James who wanted nothing more than romance his entire life and was grieving the kind he'll never be able to feel. Regulus who wanted nothing of it but attached himself to James anyway because he couldn't help it, and ended up welcoming love into his life. They are everything, and this fic has so many... not so great memories attached to it now looking back but it's still just as light and beautiful. There's just something about them, and I want desperately to write aroace Jeg again one day. They are calling my name.

[thereisnolumos]

Modern fandom annoys me...

Headcanons are called headCANONS because their WHOLE POINT is that they work WITHIN THE CANON

IT. IS. IN. THE. FUCKING. NAME.

Your own ideas that has nothing to do with canon is FANON and should be treated as such. Those have no limits, rime or reason and can be as wild and unlikely as you want

EVERYTHING HAS ALREADY BEEN INVENTED LONG AGO

[impishtubist]

Some Regulus characterizations are like “I’m not sure who that is, but it sure isn’t Regulus Black.” Regulus willingly joined a man who was slaughtering a decent chunk of their society because Regulus thought Muggleborns were lesser, he’s a staunch blood purist. He wasn’t forced by his parents, Sirius specifically states that his parents disagreed with Voldemort’s methods and also Walburga would know Voldemort wasn’t a pureblood since she went to school with him so she sure wouldn’t be sending her son to the guy so they wouldn’t be forcing Regulus into his service. Plus, Regulus defected because he a) cared in some way about Kreacher and disliked Voldemort nearly killing Kreacher and b) disapproved of the horcruxes, it wasn’t him suddenly changing his beliefs that he’d held his entire life. The guy practically had a Voldemort shrine in his room, I’m begging some people to acknowledge he was a prejudiced little bastard with murderous tendencies

Okay, so. I do actually like Regulus a lot 😂 I think there's a lot about his character that is fascinating and that writers should explore more! The relationship between Sirius and Regulus is particularly interesting to me: how Sirius got out and Regulus didn't, how Regulus got radicalized, how Sirius went to his death believing his brother was a DE, how Harry & co. found out the truth, that bitchy little letter Regulus left Voldy before he died....there's a lot of meat there to dig into!

But you're right that, too often in fics, he's completely defanged and uninteresting, and entire aspects of his character are completely ignored.

[multifan]

regulus and james variants👀

[my-castles-crumbling]

difference - Jegulus Microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 202

"I'm breaking up with you."

Regulus froze, staring into James's eyes as the other man uttered those five devastating words while a whole tableful of people looked on.

"I just...I can't believe you just said that," James continued, looking completely shell-shocked."

"James, I-" Regulus tried to explain, frowning, but James didn't seem to want to hear it.

"No! How dare you?" he yelled instead, eyes flashing. "Of all of the things?"

"I- I just-" But he couldn't apologize. He'd said what he said.

They stared at each other across the table, Sirius, Effie, and Fleamont all looking between the two of them.

"You really can't takes the difference between my cooking and Mum's?" James asked again, this time looking a bit desperate.

Regulus looked to his fiancé and then to his future Mother-in-Law, who was holding back a laugh. "I...no," he sighed, smirking and accepting defeat.

"Blasphemy! Absolute betrayal!" James began hollering, standing up from the table and stomping away dramatically, though Regulus could tell that he wasn't actually mad.

The others all only waited a few seconds before shrugging and going back to eating. "I can't either," Monty murmured under his breath, earning a joking hit to the shoulder from Effie.

[arkieve]

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!”

[ccccatttta]

personally, i believe both james and regulus prefer baking over cooking, HOWEVER, they are both super different about it.

regulus measures everything to a t, he has that whole set of measuring spoons and uses a timer to get everything done, buys several bowls and has to be super organised. he follows all the instructions and finds it relaxing.

james, on the other side, is more of a "idk, it just feels right" type of baker. he reads the recipes of course, but just once and he thinks of all the instructions as a recommendation rather than a rule. if he feels like adding more sugar because it just feels right, he does, if he thinks that certain temperature is not enough to bake, he changes it.

that leads to jegulus being unable to bake together, because regulus' eye starts twitching whenever he sees james doing just, whatever. and james laughs every time regulus double and triple checks the recipe.

so they take turns baking, and it's fine because it always comes out amazing.

[commit-arson-immediately]

Also the one canon thing he did was betray Voldemort.

Yes he's such an evil character that he attempted to get the main villain of the books closer to being defeated /s

“regulus black was a bad person”

he’s not a person at all. he’s actually made up. did you know that? just checking

[almostdecaffeinatedfun]

Jewelry - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 248 words

“Don't you two look glowing?” Dorcas asked as soon as they entered her house.

“Oh! Do you think so?” Regulus questioned in return unable to control the smile blooming on his face.

“Is something different?” Dorcas queried James, returning the smile slightly confused.

It was Regulus who answered her with his smile growing larger, “Nothing much. I just got a new piece of jewelry.”

Dorcas was dumbstruck for a moment. Regulus was always covered in various accessories from rings to eyebrow piercings. He also consistently bought new additions to his collection. She raked her eyes over his body to see what had made him this excited and shrieked when she saw it.

“No fucking way! You proposed?” Dorcas directed the question at James without taking her eyes off of the most gorgeous engagement ring on Regulus' hand which she held in hers.

“I did! Can you believe it?” James asked her, sounding much more calm and composed than Regulus and Dorcas combined. She figured that this had been planned a long time ago.

“Of course you did. Congratulations!” Dorcas responded before letting out a squeal and giggling as she said, “Reggie’s getting married!”

“I'm getting married,” Regulus replied with equal enthusiasm.

James excused himself a couple of minutes later. Dorcas still hadn't come to terms with the entire situation when Regulus asked her, “Will you be my best woman?”

“Yes! A hundred times yes!” She answered, not even trying to stop herself from jumping about as she did.

[psychoticallykind]

Jewelry

"Jewelry" - Jegulus Microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 537 words

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There was a light tap on his shoulder, and then Regulus sat down next to him, vibrating with an almost nervous energy.

James turned, immediately abandoning the letter he was writing home. "Reg, what is it?"

"Nothing," Regulus said, quiet enough that James barely heard him, even though they were almost touching.

"Nothing actually?" James checked, concerned. "Or nothing meaning you don't think it's important enough to talk about?"

Regulus's teeth dug into his bottom lip for a second. "Nothing meaning I did something and I did it to surprise you but I'm kind of worried you'll be angry with me."

"Oh." James twisted, catching Regulus's hand and fiddling with the other boys' fingers. "Okay. What is it?"

James glanced over Regulus's expression, accidentally making eye contact with him. James didn't usually love eye contact - he always seemed to be doing it wrong, somehow - but with Regulus it was okay. Regulus didn't mind if he just looked. James liked looking at Regulus's eyes - they were so pretty. Grey and blue and streaked like lightning.

Regulus took a deep breath. "Close your eyes, please."

James nodded, letting his eyes fall shut.

"I'm letting you of your hand, but I'm not mad at you, I promise," Regulus said softly. A moment later, James's hand was set gently in his lap, and he could hear Regulus shuffling around.

"You know how your mom sent you a necklace, and you really loved it, but you couldn't handle the sensory of it on your skin?"

"Yes, I remember," James replied. He wiggled his shoulders, not loving the sensation of sitting with his eyes closed.

Regulus's skin brushed against his neck, and James tilted his head curiously.

"I kind of - James, I borrowed all of your necklaces. But, um, especially this one, I guess. The one your mom sent."

"Oh." James wasn't sure how he was supposed to feel about that. "I'd have handed them to you, you know. You didn't have to take them."

"I know, Jamie," Regulus said, and James could hear his smile. "But I wanted this to be a surprise. Is that okay?"

James nodded. "You can always take my things, Regulus."

"Thanks." Regulus cleared his throat. "Okay, open your eyes."

James did, looking around curiously. "Okay. What happened?"

Regulus smiled. "James, look down."

Confused, James tipped his head down, looking at his shirt and - oh.

"It's the necklace," James whispered, lifting a hand to touch the charm. He looked back at Regulus, eyes wide. "But I don't feel it."

"Good." Regulus grinned, shoulders relaxing. "I charmed it. I tested it on a different piece of jewelry, don't worry. And the others - here, I have them all in this bag."

James took the offered bag, struck silent by the gesture.

Regulus had fixed his necklace.

He'd fixed all of his necklaces.

James could wear necklaces now.

"James?" Regulus said quietly. "Is it - was this okay?"

James nodded, looking for words and finding too many, so he just pulled Regulus into a tight hug, swaying them back and forth as Regulus laughed.

"Love you," James mumbled, thrilled. "I love you, I love this, it's amazing."

Regulus squeezed him back. "You're amazing, James. I love you."

James swayed a little faster.

[starchasersunseeker]

"You're just like the nazis if you ship jegulus / if you like Regulus / Barty / Evan / any character that was a death eater"

What the fuck is wrong with you all??? That's not a good take you think it is.

My great grandparents were literally in concentration camps. How dare you make such an awful comparison? Comparing FICTIONAL CHARACTERS to real life events is actually very sick of you. To call someone a nazi or nazi sympathizers just because they enjoy exploring FICTION makes you a very gross person.

I don't care if you think you're superior for liking a different ship or for hating certain characters. You are not. You're actually well bellow everyone else for making such horrible comparisons. You are playing limbo with the underground with how terrible you are.

[calamitoustide]

I have a question about the sad James/sad Harry au you just posted about. Regulus seems to be the one really holding them together since he isn’t dealing with the same things as the other two. So I’m just curious how you think James and Harry would handle it if he wasn’t there to help/able to help. Like how they would react/communicate if he suddenly died or if he was injured or in a coma or if he had a really important work trip or something and he couldn’t physically be there to support them/help them communicate

okay so like Regulus is holding them together but that's not to say that James is doing nothing and I do think they get to the point where James is okay and not just depending on Regulus for a lot of the heavy lifting when it comes to helping with his and Harry's mental health.

That being said in this case James isn't as mentally unwell as you might think he is, at least not the idea I had. His feelings are a lot of his old feelings resurfacing. He's seeing his baby go through he same things he did, so he's looking back at it. He's feeling a lot of guilt, but it's not the same as it was. So in that case I do think James would push through for Harry and could hold him up knowing everything he knows. He is in a better place, and he does have coping strategies. He'd also probably be going to therapy since his teen years which would help him work through it to fully be there for Harry.

If it's the case where both James and Harry are slipping I still think James would step up, he just would put off all his feelings for Harry. No matter how tired he is or how awful he feels Harry comes first. If he doesn't have anyone to lean all he'd figure out a way to stand anyway. For Harry, he'd do it.

Also in my original idea it was divorced jily so there is also Lily who would be able to help with Harry, and Remus would come in and help James stay on his feet when Harry isn't with him.

I don't think there's any world in which James doesn't have a support system around him to help him with Harry, but I also think if it was just him and Harry in the house he'd step up. Maybe he wouldn't be the best at communicating how he feels at first. Maybe he wouldn't be the best at seeming open for Harry to come to him, but they would figure it out. In no world does James just give up on Harry especially since he knows how isolating it used to make him feel.

Also with Regulus, there would come to a point where Regulus needs to be taken care of too. There's only so much a person can take, especially when his main support system is down. They would need to figure it out for him too.

All in all, yes I do think they would figure it out. I think it would be hard and James isn't good at talking about it, making it really hard for Harry to talk about it. But if James needs to talk about it for Harry's benefit he'd talk about it. I feel like without Regulus he'd just come to that conclusion even sooner.

[hihimissamericanbi]

FAVE HP SMUT CREATORS

Ever since I got that lovely anon asking for the best smut I've ever read, it got me thinking about some of my favorite smut creators in general.

So here is a very non-exhaustive list of fan-fucking-tastic smut writers and artists I've come across in the HP fandom that weren't mentioned (shamefully) in my last batch. Feel free to add to the list! We must keep the people fed.

xoxo go take a sip of cold water girl

WRITERS

@spookymoonie

Lord Espooky came into this fandom guns a-blazing with their kink headcanon a day for Wolfstar and it has spiraled from there. They GET IT. He has a super well-organized masterlist pinned to his tumblr ft tons of different kinks, fic lengths, scenes, etc. Go. Now.

@fiveht

The definition of IYKYK. Daddy kink isn't super my thing, but Five makes me enjoy it. If you vibe with age gap daddy Remus and pretty boy Sirius, their Adore series is a must-read. They also have a stellar A/B/O Wolfstar fic plus podfic and write some Marvel too!

@greenvlvetcouch

An absolute legend in this fandom. Wolfstar, Jeggy, Rosekiller. Gritty, chewy, embodied sex.

@emeryhall

Emery writes sex the way some people breathe. Like it's just part of the narrative. It's SO punchy. And also she is the queen of Crack Smut.

@kaaaaaaarf

Patron saint of Wolfstar hatefucks. mic drop.

@cancerravenclaw

We snagged MK over to Wolfstar from the clutches of Dramione. Her series "mk's kink exposé" could also be called "celine's kink exposé." I'll just leave that there.

@wolfpants

Everything they create is magic, but they are especially known for rare pairs and Dronarry.

WRITERS AND ARTISTS

@aspiring-artist-em

The queen of Lesbian Wolfstar. Both art and fic. Also queen of humiliation and pain kink and Walburga psychological trauma. ye be warned.

@upthehillnsfw / @upthehillart

I am afraid no one is ready for this art. Truly. Tons of different ships, positions, acts. I gasp every time. And their Pansmione fic is epic (which I have talked about before).

ARTISTS

@industrations

I highly recommend getting on Indi's Patreon so you can enjoy their NSFW drawings, mostly Wolfstar and Jegulus, occasional Rosekiller. Too many iconic moments to count.

@waxingrunes

The officially-sponsored artist of Five's Adore series. Look, their work is nothing short of indulgent. Shhhh don't worry about the physics just let it happen. And by It I mean Remus' big dick hands.

@basiatlu

By beloved. The one. The only. Bosh's drawings are so ALIVE. They leap off the screen. Her Drarry is nothing less than iconic. She also dabbles in other characters/ships like Wolfstar and Blackcest. Siriusly, you can't go wrong.

DRARRY SMUT

OKAY, Drarry people. There are so so many excellent Drarry smut writers it is impossible to name them all. Here are but a tiny handful I have pulled from my bookmarks. I'm happy to rec specific fics if asked :)

@cavendishbutterfly, @bixgirl1, @l0vegl0wsinthedark, @shiftylinguini, @kbrick, @fluxweeed, @academicdisasterfic

MORE

I'm tagging those other creators from older asks because I can't put this list out there without them on it <3

@crushofdoves @we-are-swearwolves @tenthousandyearsx @theresthesnitch @lqtraintracks Quietlemonhush @cuddlebugsirius