#a panicking James

[aithusarosekiller]

James: fawning over Reg in the hospital wing after a quidditch accident because he thinks nobody is there

Remus, on the other side of the room for fur related reasons: 🧍oh my god

[ultravioletbrit]

“celebrate” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 432 words

“James?” Regulus asks nervously.

“Yes, love?”

“Do you… would you… I wanted…” Regulus fumbles over his words.

“Reg?” James puts his hand on Regulus’ bouncing knee and Regulus takes a deep breath.

“I didn’t know if maybe… if you wanted to do something… special on Friday?” Regulus forces the question out, trying not to sound as stupid as he feels.

“Oh…err… sure, if you want.” James looks a little confused. “Any particular reason you want to do something Friday?” James asks, and now Regulus feels really stupid.

This is Regulus’ longest relationship. He’s never made it to six months, and he didn’t know what to expect. Maybe six months isn’t as important as he thought. But it feels important to Regulus, and he just wanted to do a nice dinner or something. But now he feels stupid for even bringing it up.

“Err… no… erm…” Regulus shakes his head and stands up from the couch. “Never mind.” He mumbles and starts to walk away.

James catches his wrist and pulls him back down beside him.

“Hey, no. I just didn’t know if there was a reason you wanted to do something Friday?” James asks again.

“No. It’s stupid. Never mind.” Regulus tries to stand up again but of course, James doesn’t let him get far, pulling him even closer this time.

“We can definitely do something Friday.” James tells him, rubbing circles on the back of Regulus’ hands. “For our anniversary, right?” James asks.

Regulus shrugs pathetically, looking down at his lap. James lifts a hand to Regulus’ chin and tilts his head up.

“I was only curious if there was a reason you wanted to celebrate on Friday, that’s all.” James says sweetly.

“Erm… because it’s our anniversary?” Regulus says, confused because didn’t they just establish that?

“Our anniversary’s on Saturday.” James says simply.

“No. It’s Friday.” Regulus corrects him.

“No. It’s Saturday.” James says with a little chuckle.

“James, you asked me out on the 8th.” Regulus tells him.

“Yeah… but you didn’t say ‘yes’ until the 9th.”

“I… oh.” Is all Regulus can manage to say.

“Now,” James says and pulls Regulus onto his lap. “I have some surprises planned for Saturday, but we can absolutely celebrate on Friday also.”

“No. That’s stupid.” Regulus mumbles as he buries himself in James’ chest, hiding his face that is probably several shades of red.

“Nope. We’re doing it!” James says excitedly. “And I’m disappointed with myself that I didn’t think of it first. So…” James starts talking about what they should do on Friday and Regulus feels so stupidly happy as he cuddles impossibly closer to James.

[arliedraws]

james and lily invited sirius over and aren’t subtle about propositioning jilypad

this was how they sealed the deal on who’d be godfather

[a-most-beloved-fool]

spirk using telepathy to keep each other alive. kirk, desperate, psy-null and untrained, reaching clumsily into spock's dying mind and pulling, dragging spock's essence into himself, wrenching him forceably from the very jaws of death and holding him there through sheer strength of will, saying you can't die, i won't let you, you can't leave me, i need you, and binding him to life and to himself until it's impossible to fully separate them. spock, more skilled, carefully managing each one of kirk's vital signs - keeping his heart beating steady, his lungs drawing breath, his temperature within a safe range, all while suppressing kirk's pain, and at the same trying, vainly, to keep their minds from tying themselves inexorably together, but they're pressed too close and he can't, and he hopes that kirk will forgive him, for bonding them like this (he will, of course he will), but the alternative, letting kirk die, was - unthinkable.

[aranciasss]

pandora and regulus are laying down near the black lake, she’s making him a daisy crown and he will occasionally take one from her and start playing “he loves me, he loves me not”

regulus gets frustrated when he ends up yet again with “he loves me not”, but pandora convinces him to try one more time. just when regulus is missing the last two petals a boy with bronze skin and a blinding smile walks by them and greets them.

“Hi pandora, lovely thing you got there- oh! Are you making a crown?” james asks excitedly, “Can you teach me how to make rings?”

she nods and james’ smile gets even bigger, making regulus’ cheeks flush when his eyes settle on him.

“Hi there, Reggie, got some space on your lovely hands for one more ring?”

regulus thinks he’s nodding, he’s not sure though because… what the actual fuck?

“Brilliant! I’ll see you around then.” james winks before leaving.

regulus is still processing the improbable interaction when he glances down at the daisy in his hands, he still has two petals left.

“He loves me not” he whispers, “He loves me.”

he ignores pandora snickering beside him.

[propussyslayer]

sirius: i think im falling for you

remus: well get the fuck up

[v1codn]

doggy wilson dump

[kairospy]

Woke up to the thought of Regulus beating the ever loving daylights out of someone and letting James clean his knuckles

[enbysiriusblack]

peter pettigrew is smart, he just has exam anxiety

[papa-evershed]

[asparklethatisblue]

James got more than he bargained for, and he’s worried about consequences.

[not-equippedforthis]

really love characters who have varied panic responses. kirk stating himself that he does not panic outright, externally, not in high-stress dangerous situations, but instead becomes tense and level like a wound string, on-guard: mostly because his role as captain necessitates that he maintain level rationality even when facing potential death as his training as 'the guy who tells you what to do when shit hits the fan' requires, but also because his childhood experiences taught him early that drowning in the desperate haziness of panic won't help you survive. especially as kirk already follows his intuition so deeply. he learned to grasp and contort the feeling. spock is the main person who represses his emotions, of course, but kirk does it to those deep-set, personal ones (this includes how he doesn't reveal anything truly personal about himself willingly 90% of the time, only what others already know/shallow anecdotes) in a much more subtle way that's really interesting to me. certified expert at avoiding the subject as long as he isnt caught out on the lie. professional bluffer.

in terms of past or parents we dont know much!!! hes known as the heart-on-his-sleeve guy!!! like yes he yells, he gets irritated, excited, hes a whirlwind of quick-thinking and plans and intuition, he goes out of his way to connect with his crew and shows it, when he puts on a little act or bluff he puts his heart into it and clearly enjoys the dramatics so much, at times he wears his heart on his sleeve, he laughs openly and is honest to spock about what he means to him, he's very sun-coded to me in a burning, passionate way, always intertwined with the stars and seeking them out, but when it comes to genuine deep-set turmoil? we dont actually know all that much about him??? hes so full of emotion and character (i love fics where spock characterises jim's mind/bond as a whirl of colour and sensations, hes a quick thinker!!! intuitive!! lively!!!) and yet its still so outwardly surface level. tarsus iv gets mentioned like twice? so especially here where kirk gets briefly jumpscared by the creature, because like:

its subtle but his eyes. his eyesss!!!!! kirk commands with his emotions but there's always some sort of level of control to it, or he transforms them into something that spurs on others or uses them to ascertain a goal: seeing unguarded fear/distress in his eyes even if its faint and brief (in this instance) makes me go insane every single time. like!!! its such a small moment!!! he isnt even panicking!!! really, he just got jumpscared!!! its insignificant!!!!!!! but seeing a two-second flash of actual, naked apprehension is just...oughhh,,,,,,,,,

oh god, and dont even get me started on the galileo seven episode where he assumes a tense level-headedness throughout the whole thing, irritated and apprehensive but not panicking, making sure he maintains intelligent rationality, even when he has to leave them behind, but when spock and the crew are confirmed safe and the bridge is occupied the camera pans to him and his eyes look like they're fucking watering and he's so achingly relieved. don't even talk to me. im. fuck.

he shows so so much but at the same time reveals so little.

[ultravioletbrit]

“hide” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 482 words

Part 1/5 (part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5)

Regulus is on his way to Pandora’s flat in student housing, which is basically a giant corn maze of connected flats. Regulus is looking down at the map Pandora gave him and when he looks up, that’s when he sees him.

Sirius is at the other end of the path walking directly towards him. He hasn’t noticed Regulus yet, but he will soon, and Regulus has no way out of this fucking maze. Regulus is going through his escape options when the guy in front of him turns and unlocks his door. Without thinking about it, Regulus follows the guy into his flat.

“What the fuck!?” The guy shouts.

Okay, Regulus kind of shoved the guy into his own flat and slammed the door behind them.

“What the fuck are you doing? Get—" The guy is coming back to the door, presumably to throw Regulus out.

“I need you to hide me!” Regulus interrupts him and looks out the peephole.

“Are you okay?” The guy calms down quickly and apparently takes pity on Regulus because he doesn’t throw him out, he actually sounds slightly concerned.

“Yes. I’m fine. I just need to hide for a few minutes, then I’ll leave.” Regulus tells him, scanning the path outside through the peephole.

“Who are you hiding from? Cops? Am I an accomplice?” Now the guy sounds almost excited at the prospect of being an accomplice to a crime. Who is this guy?

“No.” Regulus scoffs.

“Ex?” The guy guesses.

“No.”

“Big, scary guy with an axe?”

“No. Why would that be your next guess?” Regulus asks, irritated.

“I don’t know. You’re not giving me a lot to go on here.”

“Brother.” Regulus says with a deep sigh.

“Ahh… Does he have an axe?”

“No, he does not have an axe.” Regulus says exasperatedly as he turns around. “Look, I just need to… Jesus.” Regulus’ words die on his tongue when he gets his first real look at this guy because he does in fact look like some kind of deity.

“James, actually.” The guy, James, says with a smirk. “And thank you.”

“I… you… for what?” Regulus sputters.

“You’re rather gorgeous as well.” James says, and Regulus’ eyes go wide at the implication.

“I didn’t say…” Regulus honestly isn’t sure what he’s said in the last 20 seconds.

“You saw me, swore under your breath, looked me up and down, and you’re blushing up to your ears. I came to my own conclusion.” James shrugs, effectively mortifying Regulus. “Plus, I know I look good today.” He adds and winks at Regulus.

“And you’re so humble as well. You—"

Regulus is cut off by the sound of the door knob jiggling followed by loud knocking.

“Prongsie!! Your door’s locked! Let me in!”

“Oh, you have got to be kidding me.” Regulus groans.

Of all idiots he could have shoved into their own flat, he had to choose this one.

[marlsswrites]

Summer camp AU, part 20!!

July 20th <3

Response - @jegulus-microfic - words: 410

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There be sat, his throbbing head in his arms with Dorcas and Barty sat opposite him on the bench. Barty was cackling while Regulus tried to remember the events of last night, he remembered drinking with Barty, he remembered heat, and light, lots of it.

Actually, now he thinks about that, he remembers handfuls soft hair and light fingers tracing his face like it was a piece of delicate artwork, caring laughs and adoring words whispered into his ear, as if they’d bounce around Regulus’ head for eternity. Yet he couldn’t seem to place the words that were spoken.

He sat still, blowing air through his lips onto his black coffee deep in thought, ignoring the teases erupting from Dorcas and the pokes on the cheek from Barty. The only thing that actually snapped him out of his trance was James walking up to him and dropping a piece of toast in front of him with a beam of light comparable to Apollo himself.

“Eat that.” He commanded sweetly. “You were really hammered last night.” He pointed out, an amused expression stretching across his face as he failed at holding back a small chuckle.

“What?” Regulus spoke after he’d finished chewing the first bite of his food, no matter how much he’d changed since leaving home, he’d never speak with his mouth full of food. Honestly, animalistic behaviour.

“You started murmuring about the pretty sun.” James huffed out with air quotes, looking far more happy than confused. Of course, he was the sun, he was the heat, the light, the comfort, the whispers, and he witnessed that. All of it in fact, that’s not good. “Wa’ quite cute actually.” He continued with, much to Regulus’ disgust, a mouthful of his own piece of toast.

Regulus was simply just stunned, his eyes frozen still like ice and his heart beating so fast he swore it was probably audible to anyone nearby. His cheeks were surely brighter than the current sunrise that was happening behind the trees, pink and blue with pale flecks of clouds travelling through it. Even something that beautiful couldn’t convince Regulus’ eyes away from James.

“I don’t think he’s responding right now.” Dorcas waved a hand in front of Regulus’ face, which he instantly slapped away and scowled deeply, but the sure flush of his cheeks and upward tilt to his full pink lips was definitely not as threatening as he hoped as Dorcas burst out into laughter.

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[milomoonsies]

lmao i finally have time to work on this goofy ass burlesque fic and this is the only thing i came up with today this is dogma, this is how the lord built this silly silly big-tittied fictional dead man and i stand byy it

[the16thtower]

I used to act as the representative from the student union during disciplinary hearings when uni students got caught for plagiarism and collusion. It would not be a stretch for me to say that I've made judgements on hundreds of cases....

I have never seen anything as bad as the James Somerton situation in my life.