#jegulus even though I don’t like jegulus all that much

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letter - Jegulus Microfic - background wolfstar - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 363

“So, boys,” Euphemia Potter said one night at the dinner table during the start of the holidays, “how was the first part of term? Anything eventful happen?”

Sirius and James exchanged glances. “Erm, no…” James answered, trying to keep his expression neutral. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust his parents–not at all! He just knew they might not approve of all of his adventures. 

Sirius piped up. “You know us, just…really focused on classes.”

“Sure, sure,” Fleamont nodded from next to his wife. “Of course. It’s only…” He tilted his head to the side, like he was confused.

“Yes, it’s the strangest thing. I got a letter from Minerva McGonagall. You know how she’s a dear friend,” Euphemia said lightly.

James froze, keeping his eyes on his food. There were a million things McGonagall could have written to his mother about. How much trouble was he in?

“Yes, well. She wrote about how she keeps finding the two of you in broom closets together all around the school,” she continued, tone still light. “Do you know anything about that?”

But now James was actually confused. He looked at Sirius again, and back to his mother. “Erm..honestly, I don’t,” he answered awkwardly.

“Oh, boys, you know we accept you for who you are, don’t you?” Euphemia asked, eyes wide. “It’s really alright.”

“No, you don’t get it,” Sirius said, face red. “I’m dating Remus. We got together in September! So yeah, I’m bent, but not for James! That’s gross! Er, sorry, Prongs…”

“Nah, same here,” James mumbled, also turning red.

Fleamont, however, wrinkled his face in confusion. “Then why did McGonagall say that James was all over the castle with ‘Mister Bl-’ ow!”

Even though Euphemia elbowed him in the side to shut him up, it was too late. Slowly, dawning comprehension spread across Sirius’s face as James melted lower and lower into his chair, trying to avoid the mess in front of him. 

It was only then that Regulus, who had been sitting silently by Sirius’s side and enjoying the meal, finally spoke up. “Fuck,” he murmured, biting his lip and smirking a bit at James. “Guess that’s one way to tell them.

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and what about it?

Summary: Continuation of this storyline. Barty and you keep bickering, to everyone's chagrin and no one's surprise – until you kiss, that is.

Words: 3.1k

Warnings: not proofread, use of y/n, absolute chaos going down, bickering, flirting, barty being maniacal and a bit masochistic, jegulus and wolfstar as supportive characters, literally everyone is silly in this

Note: you demand and i supply! i love these idiots

next part here!

The Hogwarts library was filled by a mix of quiet whispers and faint shuffling, with students huddled at tables pretending to study for the upcoming exams. In the very back, though, far away from the more studious lot, the Marauders and company had claimed their usual table, where studying was more of a suggestion than an actual plan.

James and Regulus sat closest to the end of the long table, side by side in that annoyingly close way that proved they were still very much in their honeymoon phase. James had his chair tilted back, arms stretched out casually behind Regulus, while Regulus, with an almost imperceptible smile, tried to look like he was paying attention to his Potions book.

“You know, love,” James started, leaning in a little closer to Regulus, “you don’t actually have to study right now. We could always… take a break.”

“Take a break from what exactly?” Sirius interjected, still hunched over the parchment he was doodling on. “You haven’t done a single productive thing in the last hour, Prongs.”

James huffed, but didn’t move away from Regulus, who was still pretending he couldn’t hear any of them. “I don’t see you doing any work, Pads.”

Sirius glanced at his doodles – an elaborate sketch of a Quidditch goal post being struck by lightning – before smirking. “This is art, mate. Very productive.”

Remus, who was sitting beside Sirius and perhaps the only one taking actual notes, sighed without looking up. “You two are hopeless. Some of us are actually trying to pass our exams.”

“Oh, Moony, live a little,” Sirius grinned, pushing his sketch toward him. “What do you think? Could sell this to the Daily Prophet, right?”

Remus didn’t even spare it a glance. “Absolutely not.”

Across the table, you were trying your best to focus on the notes in front of you, quill scratching against parchment. But the conversation around you, mixed with the ongoing flirtation between James and Regulus, was doing its best to pull you out of your concentration.

“Regulus, would you mind being disgustingly in love with Jamie a bit quieter?” you groaned, tossing your quill down in frustration, no longer inhibited around Regulus after the past few months. “Some of us are trying to focus.”

Regulus did not deign you with a glance, though his lips quirked up slightly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Sirius snorted. “Yeah, right. You’ve been staring at Prongs like he’s your favourite broomstick all day. You two are worse than me when I got my new motorbike.”

“Oh, don’t act like you weren’t gushing about that motorbike for literal months,” James fired back, a grin spreading across his face. “This is karma, mate.”

Before Sirius could come up with a retort, you shot another glare at James and Regulus, feeling your patience wearing thin. “I swear, if I have to witness one more doe-eyed moment between you two, I’m hexing you both.”

Barty, who had been uncharacteristically quiet up until now, leaned back in his chair beside you, smirking. “What did love ever do to you, sweetheart?”

You shot him an unimpressed look. “It's quite obnoxious, for one.”

Barty grinned wider, clearly enjoying himself. “Don't you want to be obnoxiously in love?” he teased.

"I'd rather drink poison. Which I will, if you don't start focusing on our potions project soon." You rapped the textbook in front of him with your quill.

“Oh, come now, darling, you know I'd never do that to you,” Barty teased, lowering his voice in that infuriatingly smug way. “And there's no need to be jealous of Reggie – you could have all this romance if you wanted.”

You fixed him with a deadpan look. “With you? I’d rather go mad.”

“Already driving you mad, am I?” Barty shot back smoothly, leaning in just enough to make the air between you shift. “I must be doing something right.”

Sirius let out a loud, exaggerated groan from across the table. “Merlin, can you two ever go five minutes without throwing insults at each other?”

“No,” you and Barty said in unison, which earned a laugh from Remus and an eye roll from Sirius.

“I think they secretly like it,” James chimed in, finally pulling his attention away from Regulus just long enough to catch the tail end of your and Barty’s exchange. “You know, some people just communicate through bickering. It's their language.”

You crossed your arms, glaring at James. “I don’t bicker. He bickers. I’m just trying to survive.”

“You wound me,” Barty said, pressing a hand to his chest with mock hurt. “And here I thought you enjoyed our little chats.”

“If by ‘chats’ you mean listening to you go on and on about how brilliant you think you are, then sure,” you shot back, arching an eyebrow. “I live for those.”

“I am brilliant, though,” Barty replied, completely unfazed, his smirk growing even wider. “You’ve just yet to admit it.”

You snorted. “The only thing brilliant about you is your ability to push my buttons, when we should be studying, Junior.”

“No need to study when we both know I'll ace it regardless." You hated that he was right. "I prefer putting in the work where it matters."

You quirked a brow at him. “Sounds like laziness to me.”

“It's called priorities,” he corrected, eyes gleaming with amusement. “And right now, my priority is sitting right in front of me.”

The groan that escaped your lips was loud enough to draw the attention of a few nearby students, but you couldn’t care less. “You’re insufferable.”

“You’ve said that before.”

“Because it’s true.”

“And yet, you keep sitting next to me. Interesting.”

Sirius, clearly unable to help himself, let out another exaggerated sigh. “Merlin, they’re at it again. Can someone put a Silencing Charm on them?”

Remus, who had been quietly enjoying the exchange, smiled into his notes. “I’d say just let them go. They’re only warming up.”

“You’re probably right,” Sirius agreed, glancing between you and Barty as if you couldn't hear him. “Let’s see how long it takes before one of them snaps.”

You rolled your eyes again. “Don't worry, Black, I’m already nearing my limit.”

“Then do something about it, love,” Barty purred, his grin turning devilish.

You leaned in slightly, narrowing your eyes. “I will, as soon as I figure out which hex will shut you up for good.”

Before he could retort, you flicked your wand under the table, sending a tiny jolt toward him that caused him to yelp and jerk back, the smirk dropping from his face momentarily.

James burst out laughing, nearly toppling over his chair. “Oh, that was brilliant.”

Regulus, who had been watching the whole thing with a half-hidden smile, shook his head. “She's going to kill him one day.”

“That’s the plan,” you muttered under your breath, though a small, victorious smile tugged at the corners of your lips.

Barty, however, recovered quickly, his smirk returning full force. “Oh, you love me too much to kill me.”

"I tolerate you at best, Junior."

"Same difference."

"I really don't think it is," James interjected, seemingly lost as his usual role of peacekeeper doesn't work with you and Barty.

"Oh, you just don't know her like I do." Barty's eyes gleamed as he stared at you.

The glare you shot him then was half-hearted at best. “Don’t push it.”

"You know I will," Barty said and winked at you, before closing the small distance between you to press a chaste peck to your lips.

It was quick, casual, and without any fanfare, just a soft press of lips, like it was the most natural thing in the world – because to you it was. You simply hummed into him before finally turning your head down back towards your notes with a satisfied smile, happy for the distracting conversation to be over.

"Excuse me what?!"

You hadn't even spent more than a second looking at your notes before you were interrupted by Sirius's voice.

You looked up to find everyone staring at you.

James had gone completely still, his mouth hanging open in an almost comical expression of shock. Regulus was blinking rapidly, as if trying to process what had just happened, while Sirius had frozen mid-doodle, his quill still in the air.

The only person who wasn’t shocked was Remus, who had broken into quiet, knowing laughter, clearly enjoying the chaos that was about to unfold.

“Wait– wait– hold on a second,” James finally sputtered, pointing between the two of you. “Did you just– did I just see–?”

"Use your words, Potter," Barty drawled out, eyeing the scene with interest.

“You two are– what?!” Sirius repeated, still frozen with his quill in the air. His eyes were practically bulging out of his head as he stared at you and Barty like you had just sprouted tentacles.

Barty, completely unfazed, leaned back in his chair with the most satisfied grin imaginable, casually crossing his arms behind his head. “Dating. Obviously.”

“Obviously?” James sounded like he might actually choke on the word. His glasses were sliding down his nose from the sheer force of his shock. “Obviously?!”

You shrugged, flipping through your notes like nothing at all had just happened. “Yeah. Why are you all acting like this is news?”

“Because it is!” Sirius threw his quill down dramatically, turning fully in his chair to gawk at you both. “Since when are you two... together?”

You exchanged a glance with Barty, who looked more amused than anything. “I dunno,” you said nonchalantly, “a few weeks, maybe?”

“A few weeks?!” James spluttered, his voice going up at least two octaves. He ran a hand through his already disastrous hair, looking utterly dumbfounded. “How– how did none of us know this?”

Barty gave an infuriatingly casual shrug, his smirk only growing wider. “Wasn’t exactly a secret. You lot were just too wrapped up in your own business to notice.”

“Too wrapped up?!” James looked at Regulus, as if his boyfriend might have some hidden answer to this impossible puzzle. Regulus, to his credit, had his head buried in his hands, looking both embarrassed and quietly amused. “Reggie, you didn’t notice?”

Regulus groaned, his face still hidden. “I noticed. I just didn’t want to talk about it.”

Sirius gaped at his brother. “You knew?”

“Well, I guessed, they're not exactly subtle,” Regulus muttered, still hiding behind his hands. “They bicker like they’re married.”

Remus, who had been laughing quietly this whole time, finally spoke up, his voice full of smug amusement. “He’s right, you know. The bickering should’ve been a dead giveaway.”

“Oh, come on,” James said, throwing his hands in the air. “Bickering is just– bickering! We bicker all the time! I bicker with Sirius – doesn’t mean I’m secretly dating him!”

“I should hope not,” Sirius muttered, still looking completely thrown. “You’re not my type.”

James blinked at him, momentarily sidetracked. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing,” Sirius said quickly, waving it off. “Focus, James! The issue here is this.” He gestured wildly between you and Barty. “This... thing they’ve apparently been doing under our noses for weeks.”

"I really think you lot are overreacting," you said, giving everyone a half-glare.

“I can't believe you kissed,” James said, as if just remembering it. “I mean... you kissed. Right there. In front of us. Our Y/N and Junior. Like it's no big deal.”

“It's not” you said, giving him a pointed look. “It’s called a relationship, Potter. People kiss in them.”

James shook his head, looking more confused than ever. “But you two have been acting the same as always! You don't even like each other! Actually, scratch that, you hate each other.”

Barty looked far too pleased with himself as he leaned forward again, resting his elbows on the table. “Oh, darling, you really don't know anything, do you?” he teased at the same time as you said, "And what about it?"

Sirius made a noise somewhere between a gag and a groan. “Ugh, stop. Just stop. This is making me nauseous.”

Remus was practically in tears now, wiping at his eyes as he continued to laugh. “This is... the best thing that's happened today.”

James looked positively ready to combust. "I am so confused." Regulus elbowed Sirius when he whispered what's new?

Barty leaned back again, his grin never faltering. “It's not our fault you were just too busy snogging Reggie here to notice.”

James immediately went red, and Regulus shot Barty a glare, though his lips were twitching with barely suppressed amusement. “Shut up.”

“Oh no, don’t let them turn this around on us,” Sirius cut in, pointing dramatically at you and Barty. “You two are the ones that have been lying this whole time!”

“We weren’t lying,” you said, your tone exasperated now. “You never asked. It’s not our fault you didn’t notice.”

Remus snorted. “To be fair, you do literally nothing to make it obvious. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were just flirting through arguments.”

“We are flirting through arguments,” Barty said matter-of-factly, earning a sharp look from you.

You jabbed a finger at him, narrowing your eyes. “We are not.”

“We definitely are,” Barty fired back, looking far too pleased with himself. “You think of new ways to insult me every day, and I’ve never been more in love.”

There was an audible groan from Sirius. “Merlin’s beard, I am begging you to stop.”

James had dropped his head to the table by now, shaking it slowly like he couldn’t believe what was happening. “I can’t even process this. I need to lie down. Reg, tell me this isn’t happening.”

Regulus patted James awkwardly on the back. “It’s happening.”

Sirius threw his hands up in the air, officially reaching peak exasperation. “I feel betrayed. Absolutely betrayed. All these weeks – months, even – and no one thought to mention, ‘Oh hey, by the way, Barty and Y/N are snogging’?”

"Shagging," Barty corrected, to which you fully slapped his arm and Regulus winced.

“Disgusting.”

You sighed, resting your chin in your hand. “I don't know what to tell you, Siri. It never came up.”

“Never came up?!” James lifted his head from his hands, looking utterly scandalised. “You’ve been dating for weeks and it never came up?”

“We didn’t feel the need to announce it to the world,” you shot back, now fully irritated with how much of a fuss they were making over this. “We were kind of busy with, you know, being in a relationship.”

“Exactly,” Barty chimed in, his grin back in place. “We were busy... prioritising.”

Regulus, still looking a little embarrassed but clearly entertained, shook his head. “You two are unbelievable.”

Sirius, ever the dramatist, leaned back in his chair, throwing his hands up in defeat. “I give up. Absolutely give up. The world makes no sense anymore.”

“Was it ever making sense to you to begin with?” Remus asked dryly, glancing over at him with a raised brow.

“Not the point, Moony,” Sirius muttered, still looking entirely put out. 

Barty shrugged again, looking far too relaxed considering the chaos he’d just unleashed. “You’ll get used to it.”

“I will never get used to this,” Sirius shot back, glaring at Barty like he’d personally offended him.

James let out a long, dramatic sigh, slumping against the table. “I need a drink.”

“And I need new friends,” Sirius added, still shaking his head.

"What you need is to calm down," you muttered under your breath. Sirius's gasp told you that he heard you.

“I’m sorry for wanting to know when one of our friends is secretly dating a complete maniac.”

“Complete maniac?” Barty echoed, feigning hurt. “That’s harsh, Black. I prefer charming rascal.”

“I prefer punchable face." It would have been less convincing if you weren't smiling, leaning more and more into Barty's touch.

He grinned down at you and winked. “You can punch me anytime you wish, sweetheart. Make sure it bruises, ‘kay?"

“Oh, enough!” James looked like he might actually lose his mind at this point. “You’ve been complaining about me and Reg, but you two are so much worse.”

Remus, ever the voice of reason, shook his head with a faint smile. “Just let them be. This is obviously how they work. I’m sure we’ll all get used to it eventually.”

James and Sirius exchanged a look that clearly said we absolutely will not, but neither of them said anything. Instead, James let out a long, tired sigh and stood up, ruffling his hair as if to shake off the mental exhaustion of the day. “Right, I need a break from this madness. I’m going to the kitchens. Anyone want to come?”

“Definitely,” Sirius muttered, standing up as well. “I need some food to process this... tragedy.”

Regulus chuckled softly, standing to follow them. “I’ll come with you. Though I’m still not sure why you’re so shocked.”

The boys kept bickering and mumbling between them as they hastily gathered their things, while you made a sound between a scoff and a laugh, leaning into Barty. 

“Thank you for this gift,” Remus teased before throwing his backpack over his shoulder. “They will never recover it seems.”

You shook your head, but couldn’t help but smile at how much Remus had enjoyed the chaos. “You’re a bit sadistic, Lupin.”

“Only when it’s deserved,” Remus replied with a wink.

Barty stretched his arms behind his head, looking far too relaxed given the absolute meltdown that had just taken place. “Well, now that we’ve gotten that out of the way... care to finish that kiss?”

You shot him a glare, though your lips twitched upward. “You’re lucky I don’t leave you after the drama you’ve caused me.”

Barty grinned. “You wouldn’t dare. You like me too much.”

“You know, the fact that you two are dating somehow makes your bickering worse,” Remus said, still within airshot.

“We aim to please.”.

You rolled your eyes but didn’t argue. “Come on, let’s get out of here before Sirius comes back with his 'and another thing's”

Barty stood up, offering you a hand with a smirk. “As you wish, love.”

You took his hand, but not without giving him a playful shove as you walked past him. “Keep talking, and I might change my mind.”

“I’d still win you over,” he replied, completely confident.

As you walked off together, hand in hand, you couldn’t help but think that maybe this chaos wasn’t such a bad thing after all. After all, you had Barty, and you were both having far too much fun watching everyone lose their minds over it.

[theprongspotter]

Expect - Jegulus - @stag-microfic - Day 3 - 343 words

Regulus blinks once. Twice. Then, he sighs and accepts that he’s not dreaming. His boyfriend is actually standing in front of him with what he believes is a terrible excuse of shoes.

“What? Don’t you like them?” James asks with a grin. He’s holding a pair of red Lightning McQueen crocs.

Regulus runs a hand through his hair, bewildered. “James,” he says slowly, trying to make sense of the scene before him.

“Yes, love?” He blinks innocently, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

“I sent you to the store for groceries.”

“Yeah, but look at these!” He waves the shoes—if you can even call them that—around with a proud puff-out of his chest. Honestly, what did Regulus expect?

Regulus frowns. “What about supper?”

“I can take you to that fancy restaurant you like so much.” James has turned back to the bag and pulls out another pair of crocs. No. Oh no.

“Look we’re matching!” James smiles even bigger as he now holds up a pair of blue Sally crocs in his other hand.

Regulus just stares at James for a minute, processing the ridiculousness of it all. Then he caves, and a smile grows on his face because his boyfriend saw fucking crocs and thought that they should match.

“I love them.”

At this, James sets the crocs down on the table and steps closer. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Regulus confirms, pulling his boyfriend down for a kiss.

When they pull apart, James begins to ask, “Can we—“

And even though Regulus really doesn’t want to wear crocs to a formal restaurant, but his boyfriend’s excitement is evident, so he nods. “Sure, Jamie, we can wear the crocs.”

James practically perks up at this and grins wide. “Yes! Thanks, babe!”

Regulus rolls his eyes, but he’s still smiling. “Yeah, yeah. Now go get ready, I’m starving.”

James dashes off with a spring in his step, leaving Regulus to chuckle at the absurdity of it all. As he picks up the crocs, he marvels at how love can make even the most ridiculous things seem perfect.

[oh-phoenixx]

"Ball" - Black Brothers/Jegulus microfic - 937 words

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It didn’t take a genius to figure out why Remus had all his scars, why he and his friends were busy every full moon. After realising that Remus was a werewolf, Regulus understood quickly what his friends had done to help him. He decided to do some research into becoming an animagus, and at first, it was just to understand how his brother, James, and Peter had done it. He had no desire to become an animagus himself, really. But he grew curious, eager. It was a long process, yes, but he could do it. 

So, on a full moon, he put a mandrake leaf in his mouth, which he would have to keep there until the next month. He collected everything else he would need with the help of Pandora, the only person he had told his plan. 

Regulus stopped Sirius outside the Great Hall after the following full moon. “Sirius, can I talk to you?” Regulus asked, his voice coming out smaller than he had intended.

“Uh, yeah, sure,” Sirius replied with a nod, waving his hand for James, Peter, and Remus to go inside. “What’s up?”

“Don’t laugh,” Regulus started nervously, “but I’m…I’m trying to become an animagus. And I know you and your friends already are, and I wanted your help.”

Sirius’s eyes widened. “I don’t know what you mean, we, uh, we aren’t…”

“Sirius,” Regulus sighed. “I know you are, I’m not an idiot. And I know that Remus is a-” Regulus looked around, remembering that they were in public. “Well, I know what he is.”

Sirius gaped at him further, looking worried. He seemed, for a moment, as though he might argue, but instead took a deep breath and gave in. “Fine. I’ll write down the steps.”

“I’ve already done it all. I just,” Regulus’s voice became an embarrassed murmur, “I wanted you to be there when I, um, transformed.”

Sirius’s concerned frown turned into a grin, and he tried to ruffle his brother’s hair. Regulus sidestepped and glared at him, though Sirius wasn’t deterred. 

Regulus regretted asking him for help, though, when he transformed the next day and it turned out his animagus was a tiny black kitten. When he managed to become human again, Sirius was clutching his stomach and laughing like a maniac.

“It’s not that funny!” Regulus grumbled.

Sirius didn’t seem to agree.

-

Quite soon after becoming an animagus, Regulus found that it was much more comfortable for him to be a cat than a human being. Maybe it was because he was always trying to make himself smaller anyway; maybe because, as a cat, he could just hiss at anyone who came too close, which was not ‘socially acceptable’ for a person.

Regulus sat outside the Gryffindor common room one day, and followed after a student as they stepped inside the portrait. He had intended to talk to his brother, but once inside he found Sirius, James, and Marlene all sitting by the fire. He walked over and curled up by Sirius’s legs, not wanting to disturb his brother's evening.

“Aw, look at him!” James nearly shouted, leaning down to stroke Regulus.

“Don’t, James,” Marlene warned, “I tried to pet him the other day and he scratched me. He’s evil.”

“He’s not evil, Marls,” James frowned, scratching behind the cat’s ears. “He’s a little ball of fluff.”

James picked the cat up and set him on his lap, stroking him absent-mindedly as he continued his conversation with Marlene. Sirius, however, glared at the small black cat. If anyone else had tried that, Regulus would have hissed or bitten them. Regulus was sure, as Sirius looked between him and James suspiciously, that he knew.

It became a habit for Regulus, going into the Gryffindor common room and sitting with James. Everyone else was confused as to why the little black cat hated everyone but him, and James took pride in this. 

“What do you think I should call him?” James asked his friends, the cat nuzzling his face. 

“Leo,” Sirius scoffed. 

James didn’t hear the sarcasm in his tone, and held the cat a few inches from his face. “Leo!”

-

“Regulus,” Sirius called.

Regulus tried to walk away, pretending not to have heard him, but Sirius caught his arm before he could. He dragged him to an empty corner of the hallway, trying to catch Regulus’s eye. 

“You’re in love with him,” Sirius stated. Regulus’s mouth opened and closed, searching for a defense. He couldn’t find any. “It’s okay, you know,” Sirius said, softer now. “But I wish you would have told me.”

“Thought you’d laugh,” Regulus mumbled. “It’s stupid.”

“Nah, it’s not. I mean, I probably would have laughed, yeah, but it’s not stupid.”

Regulus rolled his eyes, and he would never admit that knowing Sirius wasn’t annoyed felt like a weight being lifted off his shoulders. Steeling himself, Regulus clenched his jaw and fixed Sirius with a glare.

“If you tell him, Sirius, I swear I will pull your fucking teeth out,” Regulus threatened. 

“Yeah, whatever you say, loverboy,” Sirius grinned, walking away. 

-

It was months before Regulus built up the courage to confess. He was looking everywhere but James’s eyes as he wondered how to phrase this. 

“I know what you’re going to say,” James smiled down at him.

“You do?” Regulus asked, taking a deep, shaky breath.

“You’re Leo,” James declared, seeming proud of his discovery.

Regulus tried to form words, though was momentarily stunned. “That’s not- I was going to tell you I was in love with you, but how did you know about-”

“You’re in love with me?!”

[ultravioletbrit]

“setback” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 622 words

TW - self harm

Regulus pushes open the door of the Astronomy Tower and he hears James before he sees him. He follows the sound of soft sniffles and finds James sitting on the floor in a dark corner. His knees are pulled to his chest, his forehead is resting on top of them and his hands are clasps on the ground below them.

Regulus moves slowly and slides down the wall to sit beside James. He reaches out to lay his hand on James’ arm and James flinches at the movement. Regulus knows what that means so he moves his hand to James’ hair instead. He runs his fingers through James’ hair and leans in to kiss his temple.

“I’m here, okay.” Regulus whispers with his lips still brushing James’ temple. “I’m right here.”

James’ sniffles start to turn into a soft cry. “I messed up.” He says between hiccups as his cries turn into quiet sobs.

“Hey.” Regulus shuffles even closer to James and wraps his arm around his shoulders. “You did not mess up—"

“Yes, I did.” James cuts him off and lifts his head to look at Regulus, tears flowing freely down his cheeks. “I failed, Regulus. I thought I was getting better, but I messed it all up.”

Regulus moves his hands so he can cup both of James’ cheeks and look at him directly. “You did not mess up. This is not a failure. This isn’t even a setback. This is just part of healing. And healing isn’t linear, you know that.” Regulus tells him.

James rolls his eyes with a scoff. “Such a stupid, cliché line. What does that even mean?”

“It means you had a bad day. But a bad day doesn’t take away all the good days that you’ve had.” Regulus leans his forehead against James’. “You are getting better James. I see it. I see it every day and you’re working so hard. This doesn’t change any of that. This doesn’t make that go away.” He whispers into the small space between them.

James reluctantly nods but doesn’t say anything. They sit like that for a few minutes, breathing together until James’ sobs turn back into sniffles.

Regulus pulls back slightly to look at James. “Can I see?” He asks and James winces. “I just want to clean it and heal it for you, love.” He says softly.

James sighs and slowly turns his arm so Regulus can see the magical cuts on the inside of his forearm. Regulus takes his wand and performs a few cleaning and healing spells until the wounds are closed. Then Regulus takes James’ arm and brings it to his lips and kisses each of the cuts he just healed.

James tenses but doesn’t pull away. “You don’t have to do that.” He mumbles.

“I know I don’t.” Regulus whispers.

He maneuvers them so he can slide behind James and pull him back to lean against his chest. “I love you.” Regulus tells him after a few quiet moments.

“Thank you for loving me even though I’m like this.” James says so quietly Regulus isn’t sure if he was supposed to hear.

But he did hear, and he squeezes James around the waist before tangling their arms together to hold him close. “I love all of you, James. I don’t love you even though you’re like this. I don’t love you in spite of this. I love all of you. Every part of you. And some parts you’re working on right now. And that’s okay because I’m going to keep loving them. I’m going to keep loving you.” He pulls James impossibly closer and James melts into him.

“I love you so much, Regulus.” James tells him quietly after a few minutes.

Regulus smiles softly and kisses James’ temple again. “I love you, too.”

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fanart inspired by this fic (tw: sh, applies to art as well)

[shoopsthereitis]

jegulus | 1.3k | hockey player x figure skater |

Regulus walks into the rink, skates in hand, bag slung over his shoulder ready to practice. Finals are fast approaching, and he needs to perfect a few of his more difficult moves. It’s late, and he knows the rink is usually empty at this hour, especially since the hockey team doesn’t practice on Tuesdays.

He’s looking forward to the quiet solitude, the chance to focus without distractions. But as he steps inside, the unmistakable sound of skates gliding over ice and the sharp slap of a puck hits his ears. Regulus groans internally, rolling his eyes as he approaches, less than excited to see who he’s going to have to kick off the ice tonight.

Potter.

He should have fucking known. Dropping his bag with a loud thud Regulus walks to the edge of the rink, eyes trained on the familiar body gliding around the ice. James skates like the ice is a natural extension of his body. Effortless, smooth, and fast. He’s bloody fit, and Regulus absolutely hates him for it. Hates how easy he makes it look, how James glides in perfect circles, tracking the puck with precision, then seamlessly sending it into the goal. 

Regulus has despised hockey players his entire life. Always fighting for ice time, even back when he was a teenager in his hometown. He thought things might be different at University, but it turns out hockey players are just as insufferable here as they were back home. And James? He’s the worst. Because he’s nice. Regulus can’t stand how genuinely kind James is, as if being captain of the University hockey team somehow makes his niceness even more unbearable. But Regulus isn’t buying it. Refuses to buy it no matter how many interactions he and James have proving otherwise. He’s not sure how someone could be so consistently kind, especially someone with so much power and ego wrapped up in their position. 

“Oi! Potter!” Regulus calls from the side of the ice. James whips his head, hazel eyes piercing directly into Regulus’ as a sly smile fits his face. He skates over nonchalantly, coming right up to where Regulus stands, only the boards between them.

“Black, what are you doing here?” James takes off his gloves and helmet.

“Well, I came to practice, seeing as there’s a competition coming up and there’s usually no one here this late. Why am I not surprised to run into you though? You always seem to just be here whenever I don’t want you around. Which, now that I think of it, is always. Like a gnat.”

James grins, “Well, I have a big game this weekend, so I wanted to practice a few drills on my own. Plus, it’s not like we signed up for the ice, so it really is free reign, you know?” He says, leaning against the boards and into Regulus’ space. 

“Okay, but I need the ice now. You’ve had your time, now go.” Regulus waves his hand out in a shooing motion and James responds by laughing. Laughing.

Instantly the heat of annoyance extends through Regulus’ entire body.

“I’ve got an idea,” James says with a grin. “What if we shared? I take one half, and you take the other?”

Regulus rolls his eyes. “Over my dead body am I sharing the ice with you.”

“Well, write me an obituary then, because I’m not leaving. I have every right to be here, same as you.”

Regulus huffs. “I need the whole rink to practice, Potter. I can’t get enough speed without it.”

“No, you don’t, Regulus. You just don’t want to share it with me. Either split it down the middle, or you can leave. I was here first.”

James turns and skates off, leaving Regulus to make up his mind. With a frustrated sigh, Regulus resigns himself to sharing the ice, knowing deep down he really does need the practice.

He can ignore James.

He can.

Regulus groans as he sits down to lace up his skates. Almost all of his annoyance fades the second he hits the ice, the smooth glide calming him as he begins to meticulously practice his routine on his half of the rink.

But he can feel James’ eyes on him, the weight of his gaze following every move. Despite his focus, Regulus can't shake the sense of being watched as he skates, jumps, and spins. He tries to shake the feeling of James’ eyes as he gears up for the move he needs to practice the most: his hydroblade. He starts skating, slowly bending his leg and sinking closer to the ground until the ice is underneath his fingertips. A smile pulls at his lips as he nails the move, intensely focused. As he stands back up, slowing down to a stop, he can't help but let out an excited yelp.

The sound of clapping rings in the air and he turns to see James standing and cheering him on. Regulus attempts to roll his eyes, but the smile pulling at his lips betrays him. Skating over to where James is, he sends him a pointed look. 

“Are you really cheering for me right now?” His voice comes out like honey, which is unintended, but with a bitter edge to it.

“Well, yeah, of course! That was amazing! You look incredible on the ice, you know. Angelic almost.”

They’re only a few inches apart, and Regulus hates the way his cheeks heat at the compliment and his breath hitches when James closes in on him. 

“You okay, Black?” James says with a self-satisfied smirk.

“M’fine,” Regulus chokes out, his voice faltering as James skates another inch closer.

“Am I making you nervous?” James asks, a cheeky smile tugging at his lips as he leans in a little closer.

“No, you could never make me nervous.”

“I’m not so sure about that,” James teases, his grin widening. “You seem a little tense right now.”

Unfortunately, they’ve been here before. As nice as James is, he does also have that cocky side to him. The one that reminds Regulus how he’s made it so far in this sport, how he has his entire team wrapped around his finger. And that’s what makes this game between them so fun.

Regulus musters up whatever strength he has in him to push back. Closing in another inch too, the space between them is almost nonexistent now.

“Are you sure I’m the only one who’s nervous?” Regulus asks with a tilt of his head.

James’ pupils blow wide, and Regulus tracks the way his Adam's apple bobs, eyes flicking down briefly to Regulus’ lips.

Their breath mingles in the close space between them, and Regulus can practically hear his own heart pounding in his ears. He never knows which one of them will break first, but it’s inevitable that one of them will. Whether it’s locker rooms, parties, or empty classrooms, somehow he and James always find each other.

Regulus hates it. But he also loves it. Craves it. The bickering, the teasing, the push and pull—it’s a game they can’t seem to quit. And Regulus honestly isn’t sure which one of them is winning anymore.

However, when James leans in, his lips brushing the spot behind Regulus’ ear—the one that drives them both crazy—He decides he doesn’t even care anymore. Not when James is this close to him, the smell of his sweat filling Regulus’ senses, and the thought of his skin being within reach makes it all the more intense.

“Get in the penalty box, James,” Regulus whispers, savoring the low rumble that escapes from him.

“So it’s James now?” There’s a glimmer in his eye, one that pisses Regulus off. “I had a feeling we’d end up here,” James says confidently, his hand wrapping around Regulus’ as they skate toward the box. “We always do.”

“Fuck you, James,” Regulus mutters, giving James a gentle shove into the box.

“Oh, I intend to, sweetheart. A nice reward for nailing that trick.”

Regulus tries to stifle the sound caught in his throat, but it slips out anyway as James pulls him into a kiss, and he melts into it. Just like he always does.

Thank god no one ever shows up to the rink this late.

[marlsswrites]

June 25th <3

Horoscope - @jegulus-microfic - words: 1400

“Where are you two off to?” Barty spoke as he ran up behind Regulus and Pandora in the tall, stone walls of Hogwarts.

“Divination.” Pandora replies distractedly, much more interested in braiding a small piece of blonde hair in front of her forehead, causing her to go slightly cross eyed.

“We have charms don’t we?” Barty looked around the halls, confused, before looking at Regulus for an answer.

Regulus ran a hand through his hair and looked towards Barty. “Me and Dora got moved up, we’re in seventh year Divination.”

“Oh! Okay.” Barty replied, instantly zoning out of the conversation when he saw a rather grumpy looking Evan walking past. “Nerds.” He snorted and tan towards Evan. “Evie!”

“Are we sure they aren’t dating?” Regulus huffed out with a smirk. “I called Evan ‘Evie’ once as a joke and he fucking hexed me.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised.” Pandora matched his smirk with a grin. “Enough of them, let’s go embarrass some dumb seventh years with my seer privileges.” She winked.

Regulus rolled his eyes and brushed a loose curl away from his face. “Are we actually nerds, though?”

“You are, I’m just good at divination and shit at everything else.” She tapped her head to prove a point as they walked into the classroom, surprisingly, being some of the last ones there.

Regulus felt multiple pairs of eyes attach to him as he walked into the room, trying to avoid eye contact, he quickly stepped past the teacher to get to a table in the back.

“Not so fast!” The professor spoke as she stepped in front of a rather embarrassed looking Regulus, and an excited looking Pandora. “Everyone, these are some of our new sixth year students, the smartest of their year!”

He quite literally wanted to smash his head into a wall. “Thank you.” He muttered as he sat down at an empty table, Pandora next to him as she tied her platinum blonde hair in a bun with a multicoloured scrunchie, Regulus is pretty sure she sewed that one herself.

A few moments later, just as the professor started to speak, a flustered James Potter ran into the classroom. He apologised swiftly to the scowling professor and made a beeline for Regulus’ table as soon as he spotted him.

“Hi Reggie.” He whispered, Regulus would correct him like he does most people, but he quite likes it to be honest, especially when it’s James whispering in his ear.

“Potter.” How he managed to get that out with a smooth voice was a mystery.

“What did I miss?” James asked in a hushed tone.

Pandora turns to them, eyeing them suspiciously before shrugging and leaning over, propping her head on her hand. “Professor Wells told us that her horoscope predicts that Regulus has a secret.” She spoke in a hushed, overdramatic voice.

“Old nutter.” The Slytherin boy muttered.

“Do you now Reggie?” James asked with a dramatic gasp.

“Shut up and listen.” Regulus hissed.

Regulus saw a suspicious grin start to appear on the Potter boys lips as he spoke. “Ma-“ He stomped on James’ foot, receiving a yelp as James decided to finally pay attention to the class.

His brother and Lupin weren’t even at class today, not sure why, the Lupin kid seems to always be in the hospital wing for one thing or another and Regulus knew for a fact the he and Sirius were attached at the hip. Regulus wasn’t sure about Pettigrew, probably doesn’t take the class.

-

“What is that?” Regulus held the cup close to his face, trying to decipher what shapes the tea leaves made up. He held it to the side, hoping Pandora could tell.

Pandora hummed, a puzzled look appearing on her face. She grabbed her book, flicking through until she could find the recognisable shapes.

“That one…” She pointed at the first shape in the cup. “It’s a stag I think?” She flicked the page and looked at the next shape. “This book is not helpful at all!” She groaned and slammed the book on the table.

Now, James peered over his shoulder to take a look at the cup. “It is a stag!” He beamed and looked at Regulus, who rolled his eyes, yet again, and looked back at the cup. “That one there looks like a heart.” The brunette pointed his finger to the cup.

And he was right, anyone could tell that it was a love heart. But would Regulus admit that? No way.

“No it doesn’t.” He scoffed.

“Yes it does.” Pandora and James chimed in at the same time.

Regulus pointed at James, ignoring it when the Gryffindor licked his lips and grinned that stupid, gorgeous smile of his. “This- this is none of your business.” He turned to point at Pandora. “And no it does not.

“Yes is does!” She sang, in a slightly too loud voice, causing multiple people in the classroom to turn and look at them

“No it-“ He sighed. “I’m not winning this am I?”

Pandora’s grin widened. “Nope.”

-

Regulus left the class before Pandora as she spoke with the Professor about crystals, he didn’t even pretend to understand that nonsense, it’s a mystery how he ended up in higher Divination.

He turned to corner into an empty looking hallway, their class had finished early so not many students crowded the halls yet, which was nice.

Sitting down in a small alcove, he folded in on himself, tucking his legs to his chest and letting his head fall back onto the wall with a soft thud.

He heard footsteps nearby, but he passed it off as a student or teacher passing by. His gaze was glued on the roof, he traced the patterns in the stone with his eyes.

Only moments later, he felt a hand ruffle his hair, a hand he would recognise the feel of from anywhere.

“James.” He sighed with a laugh, the corner of his mouth tipping up into a smile.

Watching carefully, he saw James sit on the other side of the alcove. The older boy lifted Regulus’ legs up ever so softly, go place them on top of his own.

Regulus felt a soft flutter in his stomach as those honey brown eyes locked with his stormy grey ones. James’ tan, golden skin shone in the sunlight. It was perfect the way the sun hit him, just like a spotlight, like he deserved to be in.

But no, Regulus didn’t want to share James’ beauty with the rest of the world, that was his. His to keep, to touch, to cherish, to love.

“There’s no one here right?” James said in a low voice as he leant over to Regulus, their noses practically touching.

“No, but Pandora is very suspicious, you couldn’t be worse at hiding this.”

“It’s not my fault, I need you.” James sulked.

Shaking his head fondly, Regulus leant in to connect their lips, probably too eagerly, but he couldn’t care any less right now when James was smiling again his lips.

“Regulussss.” He sang in a sweet voice, pulling away but only slightly. “A heart and a stag? I’m flattered.” He spoke as he brushed a loose dark hair away from Regulus’ flushed face.

“Those things are fake.” He grumbled under his breath.

“Are they now?” He fake pouted, Regulus hoped it was fake anyway, he hated upsetting James. “So you don’t love me.”

Regulus looked James in the eye, his big wide doe eyes shone with pure adoration and love.

“Fuck off.” He said through a smile, there was no hiding the amount of feelings he had for this boy, he was just wonderful, so loving, so kind, so gorgeous. Regulus was sure James was crafted just for him, so they could love each other so much it hurt.

“You love me.” The Gryffindor teased.

“Sadly I do love you, what was I thinking?”

“That I’m super hot and a good kisser?” James asked with an eyebrow wiggle.

Regulus nodded slowly and pulled James in again, the kiss was deeper, slightly rougher, yet still it was perfect. More than perfect.

James traced Regulus’ bottom lip with his tongue, sending shivers down his spine and having his heartbeat speed up shockingly fast. No matter how many times James does that, Regulus thinks his reaction will always be the same.

“Yeah, that’s it.” Regulus mumbled against his boyfriend’s lips.

[curiouslymyown]

i rarely post my writing, but surprise! 575 words, jegulus, fluff?

Regulus hated people getting too close to him, and flinched at even the slightest brush of somebody’s body against his.

Growing up in Grimmauld Place, things like that were never his choice. There was forced hugs from distant relatives he had never heard of. Cold hands placed on his shoulder, sharp nails digging into his skin. Bruising grips on his waist and thighs when he said something out of turn. It didn’t matter what he was doing, or where he was, someone was always holding him down.

When he started Hogwarts, people quickly learnt that getting too close to Regulus Black was an easy way to get yourself hexed. Even accidentally brushing your shoulder against his in the halls wouldn’t end well. There was only one person that didn’t make him recoil if he got too close, and that was Sirius. But even then, it was a rare occasion and only ever on his terms, but Sirius never pushed. He understood what it was like growing up how they did.

Then James started showing up. It wasn’t much at first, just a few flirty comments, a wink and a smile as bright as the boy wearing it. Regulus wasn’t an idiot, he knew James liked him, but he also knew he couldn’t give James the relationship that he wanted, so he forced himself to act disinterested.

Even as months past, James never stopped with his attempts at romancing Regulus, ranging from a simple, “hey, gorgeous,” in passing through the halls, to waiting outside one of his potions lessons, holding a single rose. It was when he did something so ridiculous and so beautifully James, that Regulus found his walls slowly breaking down. It was getting harder and harder to rebuild those walls, so Regulus began to avoid James completely.

It was going well, until one morning, when Regulus was walking to breakfast, he somehow found himself alone in a corridor with him. He tried to leave, hoping that he had gone unnoticed, but as he was turning around, ready to go back to his dorm and skip breakfast altogether, a hand wrapped itself around his wrist.

That was all it took for him to be back at that house, seven years old and a heavy hand unwavering on his arm. Nine years old, harsh fingers gripping his shoulders. Eleven years old, and nails piercing through his skin. Touching, always touching, holding him down, clawing at him, dragging him, deeper and deeper into somewhere he can’t escape from-

“Reg, please,” a voice so softly spoken, bringing him back, “please, don’t run from me.”

Regulus turned around, not looking up at the boy, but instead focusing on the hand now placed gently in his. After the immediate panic had settled, Regulus found that this was nothing like what he was used to. It was warm, and light, and he wasn’t being forced. He could easily let go, and they would no longer be touching, their arms falling to their sides, but Regulus didn’t want to. He liked the weight of James’ hand in his, and it was this that made him grip his hand a little tighter, finally looking up at the older boy.

“Okay.” Barely a whisper, his walls rapidly crashing around him.

“Okay?”

“Okay, James,” Regulus could hear his heart though his chest., “I won’t run.”

The smile that followed, Regulus could only hope he was responsible for more of something so beautiful in the future.

[lexithwrites]

Random jegulus NSFW on this fine Monday:

(As always, everything is safe, sane and consensual)

Important tags: power play relationship, pet play (use of puppy and good boy), oral sex

James loved being told what to do.

Growing up he had been allowed to run around and act, say and do whatever he wanted—being an only child and the only grandchild of the family had it’s perks. His parents showered him with love and praise and presents and food and it showed; he was spoilt. He had a good heart, and he knew right from wrong, but he had grown up never being given instructions. James was a kind boy, he was never mean or rude, but he knew he could have anything he wanted.

When he had wanted Regulus, he got him. Obviously. But Regulus wasn’t like his past relationships. James had been in charge, the provider, the protector, all of it. And he loved it, he really did. Knowing someone looked up to him, needed him, trusted him. He was used to that. But the dynamic with Regulus was the complete opposite.

And he realised it’s exactly what he had needed all along.

Regulus was headstrong and controlled, not to the point where James had no say, but he knew what James wanted without even asking. It was like he was inside his head at all times and reading his internal monologue like one of his novels in the library. He annotated and memorised, then used every single word against him in the best way possible. Especially since James seemed to crumble under his touch, his words melted him, and those eyes…James was hypnotised.

So, when Regulus saw how irritated and pent up he was that morning, he knew what to do. James never got angry, it was rare for him to lose that cool demeanour he kept up for everyone. He let go in front of Regulus, though. Only for him. And he was close to snapping today. Regulus watched James push his glasses up into his hair and rub his face with an exasperated sigh. Uni hadn’t been easy for James, even though he loved studying History and was good at it, the essays he was given were brutal sometimes. Regulus studied English literature and was pretty ahead of his work, so helped James where he could. But this man was stubborn, and that wouldn’t do when he got himself into moods like this.

“James?” Regulus asked across the room from where he was lying on the bed. James desk was directly in front of him, and his broad back had been the only thing he’d focused on in the last half an hour. But as much as he enjoyed the view, he wanted James’ eyes on him. “Jamie?”

“What, love?” He mumbled back from behind his hands.

Regulus tilted his chin. “Don’t talk like that.” The tone made James’ flinch, realising his mistake. “Take a break, Jamie. You need it.”

“I—I need to finish, though.” James finally turned and he was pouting, holding the back of the desk chair with his hands and resting his head against it. Regulus thought he was adorable, but he didn’t need adorable right now. He wanted desperate.

“You’re not going to finish it now. You’ve been staring at the same paragraph for half an hour.” Regulus pointed out and James looked back at his computer, knowing he was right. “Come here.”

“Baby, it’s due in two days.”

“Come here, James.” James swallowed and spun around to face him, hands gripping the arm rests. Regulus sat up and got to his knees, using a finger to beckon him. “Puppy, do as you’re told.”

James whined and Regulus saw a muscle jump in his jaw. He knew the safe word if he needed it, but Regulus knew how James would react if he wanted to use it. Right now, he could see true longing in James’ eyes. The need. Regulus could read his mind after all. James crawled onto the bed, hands and knees like he was supposed to, and was eventually face to face with Regulus.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered but Regulus was already cupping his face and shaking his head.

“Don’t be sorry, love. You’re not in trouble. I want to help.”

“Thank you.” James breathed out in relief and pushed his face into Regulus’ neck. Regulus ran his hands over his shoulders and the expanse of his back, taking a private moment to admire how beautiful his boyfriend was. He didn’t know what higher power gave James to him, but they couldn’t have him back. Never. Regulus kissed along James’ neck and hummed at the shiver he received in return.

“What do you want, my love?” Regulus whispered into his ear. Regulus knew what he wanted, but he needed James to tell him first. He was throbbing between his legs already, and getting wetter at the ideas circling his brain, but he wanted James to answer. To tell him exactly what he already knew.

“Eat.” James moaned, hips coming down against the bed for friction. Regulus tutted at him but didn’t stop him.

“Yeah? Then go ahead.” He spread his legs and James groaned before lowering his head to look down. He was only in boxers and one of James’ shirts, and he could clearly see the wet patch forming. James was at his mercy, he always had been. Regulus leant back against the pillows so his legs were outstretched, and he cupped James’ face again. “You can either cum while you eat me out,” he said, smiling at the way James’ eyes glazed over at that, “or I can ride you after. Which would you like?”

“I…I don’t know.” James mumbled, nuzzling his palm. “Whatever you want.”

“Good boy, love. We’ll see if you last and decide then, yeah?” James nodded and kissed Regulus’ hand, then his wrist, then down his arm to his chest, and pushed his shirt up to get access to his stomach. Regulus let go of him then, and watched in admiration as James made his way down to his thighs, moaning as he kissed and sucked and squeezed his soft skin. Regulus arched his back and inhaled through his nose. Yes, he was in charge, but James still made him just as desperate. Especially like this.

James lips met the edge of Regulus’ boxers and, with his teeth, tugged them down his hips. Regulus shivered when the cool air hit his skin and helped James get them off him, laying there half naked and biting his thumb nail. Sometimes, even now, he’d get nervous when he was naked. It had taken a long time for Regulus to feel confident about it and James had been the biggest help so far. But he still glanced away when James moaned, pressing his lips just under his navel.

“I love you,” he mumbled, massaging the soft skin of his thighs, “I love making you feel good.”

“I know, Jamie.” Regulus replied quietly, taking a hand to his hair and running his fingers through his curls. He pulled his glasses away so they wouldn’t fall down and folded them, nearly putting them on the bedside table.

“Can I?” He asked, spreading Regulus’ legs and looking up at him with pleading eyes. Regulus gently tugged his hair and pushed his face closer.

“Go on, puppy.” He encouraged, and James didn’t hesitate. His tongue ran through Regulus’ folds, circling his clit and then attaching his mouth to him to properly start pleasuring him. Regulus let himself melt into the bed, arching his back and closing his eyes. When James wasn’t looking, he’d let himself lose control a little more—he still hated how his face looked during sex, even though James always called him handsome or beautiful. He liked keeping some things to himself. “Just like that.” He encouraged, feeling James lap at his pussy and moan against him. His large hands were wrapped around his thighs and kneading them, clearly wanting something to ground himself. Regulus could see his hips rock down into the bed and he smirked, tugging James’ curls.

“Mphmm.” James mumbled and looked up through his lashes.

“You’re going to make yourself cum if you’re not careful, love.” Regulus warned. “Do you want to?”

James nodded, not taking his eyes off him.

“It’s okay, puppy. You can cum whenever you want, you just have to—ah, fuck—make me cum too, yeah?” Regulus felt that familiar tug in his gut and he clamped his mouth shut. James whined, squeezing his hip. Regulus knew what he wanted. He wanted to hear him. Regulus let out a soft sigh and rocked his hips against his mouth. “It’s embarrassing—“

“S’not.” James insisted, pulling back to lap at him again and swallow. “You sound so pretty, baby.”

“Shut up.”

“Never.” James smiled and kissed his thigh. “Please? You sound so good.”

“Fucking…fine just, just keep going.” Regulus grumbled and James did just that, his tongue and mouth working harder and faster after that encouragement. And Regulus, eventually, started to let out his moans. They were high pitched and desperate and even if he hated it…he liked making James happy too. Their relationship worked both ways, it was equal, and sometimes he just had to bite the bullet. It’s not like James would ever make fun of him for it. It was the opposite—it could make him finish quicker. “Jamie—puppy, just like that, don’t stop doing that!” He gasped and threw his head back as his pussy started to throb and pulse around James’ tongue, legs shaking beside his head. Regulus moaned his boyfriends name and gripped his hair as he slowly came down from the high to see James lying with his face on his thigh. “Do you need me to help?”

“I finished..” James sighed dreamily, bucking his hips and grunting. “Fuck…you always push me over when you sound like that.” He giggled and hid his face as Regulus smiled, stroking his hair.

“Do you feel better?”

“Mhm. Much. Need a shower though.”

“Good, so do I.” Regulus stretched his arms up and moved to get off the side of the bed, but James beat him too it. He was suddenly scooped up into his arms and laughed when James beamed down at him. “As if I’m letting you walk.” James winked and kissed his cheek before carrying him into the shower.

James loved being told what to do, but sometimes he didn’t need to be told. He just knew.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 27 - Sneeze

@jegulus-microfic May 27, Word count 596

Previous part First part

5 years previously

“Regulus Black,” Professor McGonagall called from her list. Regulus swallowed and straightened his back like his mother had drummed into him since he could walk. 

He strode the short distance from the group of first years to the three-legged stool and lowered himself gracefully. Professor McGonagall placed the hat over his head. It slid down over his eyes and blocked everything out. 

The scratchy material itched his nose and he silently prayed that he wouldn’t sneeze in the confined space.

“Ah, a little Lord Black,” The hat spoke to him. He’d been warned that the hat used legimency to read the students, so he spoke internally to it.

“Yes.” Even his internal voice was haughty. 

“Hmm, let’s see, where shall I put you?” The hat continued. “You’d do well in Gryffindor, you know, like your brother.” Regulus felt ill as his mother's last words to him before they let the house that morning came back to him. 

“Do not disgrace the family like your brother has done, Regulus. You had better choose the correct house.” 

“No, I have to be in Slytherin. Please, please put me in Slytherin.” He begged, his mother would be horrified, but he was more scared of not being put in the correct house. 

“A shame,” Said the hat in his head, “You would have shone in Gryffindor.” The hat had to be wrong. Regulus could never shine like Sirius, like everyone else in his family. 

“Slytherin!” The hat shouted aloud for the great hall to hear. The hat was whipped off his head and he was directed to the Slytherin table. He glanced over at his brother as he walked past and received the dirtiest look he’d ever gotten. Sirius would never forgive him for his choice. 

He gave Bella and Cissy a small smile when they came over to congratulate him and welcome him to his home for the next seven years. 

Now

“Do you really mean that Sirius?” He could feel the tears prickling behind his eyes. 

“Of course I do, you idiot.” Sirius scoffed, ruffling Regulus’s hair. 

“But you left,” He said quietly. Sirius gently put him back onto the floor and held his face in his hands. 

“Regulus, they tried to kill me, I had to leave and if they would've let me take you with me, I would have. I’ll take you now if you want. James would love to have you live with him. I’d even put up with it, though please try to control yourselves around me." Sirius's eyes were shining now, "Regulus, you never have to go back to them if you don’t want to. I’ll protect you.” 

Tears burst out of Regulus’s eyes, but his brain hadn’t quite digested Sirius’s words. 

“My parents would welcome you in a second, love,” James said from his bed. He got up and walked over to the pair. “If you want out, we’ll get you out. All you have to do is say the word.” Regulus was overwhelmed. That was the word, right? Overwhelmed. Too much had happened too quickly and his poor tired brain couldn’t catch up. 

Suddenly, everything they’d said sunk in and he couldn’t believe his ears. He looked between his brother and his boyfriend and made a decision. 

“I want out.” The thought of never having to go back to that house had filled him with relief. He knew he was making the right decision. Two sets of arms wrapped around him. 

“That’s fantastic, Regulus,” Sirius sniffled, and Regulus felt a weight he hadn’t known he’d been carrying lift.

Next part

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break - Jegulus Microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 693

The first time Regulus Black thought James Potter was going to break his heart, he ended up with a boyfriend. Because really, they hadn’t been actually been going out in the first place, Regulus had just grown so mortifyingly attached that he knew he would never be the same, even when James came to his senses and told Regulus that this strange, addicting thing between them was done.

So one night in February, when James turned to him with a terrifyingly serious expression and said the words, “We need to talk about something,” Regulus wasn’t even surprised, though his heart sank to the floor. 

He just maintained a completely blank face, squeezed his fingers into his palms so tightly his fingernails left marks, and uttered the words, “Go on. Say it, then.” 

And was completely, blissfully shocked when James said softly, “I…I care about you, Reg. I want this to be something. Have for ages.”

And after he snogged the living daylights out of him, he gave him a very stern talk about never, ever using the words ‘we need to talk’ again.

-

The second time Regulus Black thought James Potter was going to break his heart, they ended up moving in together.

Well, not like that. But it was the end of Regulus’s sixth year and James’s seventh. James was leaving, and Regulus had feared for a while that the end of this chapter of James’s life meant the end of them, as well. Every time James murmured adoring sentiments in his ear, every one of them felt like it had an expiration date, and he found himself scrambling to make plans for the summer, for the future, for being alone.

So when James sat him down, face full of anxiety and nervous determination, Regulus figured this was it. He’d finally gotten the nerve to end things. He was focusing so much on keeping himself together, on keeping his face emotionless and his breathing even, that he barely heard it when James said in a firm voice, “You’re coming home with me this summer.”

“I-what?” he asked after a minute, still processing.

“I know you’re independent and you don’t need help and all that shit, but I honestly don’t think I could make it through three whole months without you, and I’d spend every waking minute worrying about you,” James said in a rush, as if he’d practiced this speech many times. “So it’s not for you, not really. It’s that you’re doing a favor for me. So please, just- please at least think about-”

He interrupted James with a kiss.

-

The third time Regulus Black thought James Potter was going to break up his heart, they ended up engaged.

James had been acting so differently lately, coming home late from work and talking in hushed tones to his friends. Regulus had worried himself into an all-out panic, convinced that he was cheating, that everyone was in on it. That his luck had run out, and James had finally realized Regulus was not the person he thought he was, after all.

So when James sat him down after a lovely dinner at home and began his speech with, “I wanted to do this differently…” his heart again sank, because he was sure this was the end.

Until James continued. 

“I wanted to do this in front of a crowd, or, I dunno, have a flash mob or something stupid like that,” James said, smiling softly as Regulus frowned in confusion. “But I decided that you’d probably kill me if I did, and then you wouldn’t be able to say yes, so…”

And that was when Regulus saw the ring in his hand.

He didn’t take in much after that.

And when they finished celebrating their new engagement, Regulus turned to his new fiance and mumbled, “You know this really means you can’t leave me, right?” the vulnerability of the statement hanging in the warm air around them. Perhaps he was finally believing it. 

But James just looked at him like he’d hung the stars in the sky. “Baby, I was never planning on it,” he grinned, brushing their lips together.

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@jegulus-microfic | may 3 rush | words: 1365

hiii! the idea for this one comes from @bey0nd-1he-stars and i really hope she likes it <3 anyway, enjoy;3

tw: implied child abuse in the past

“James, we’re already late, c’mon,” Regulus managed to say between heated kisses. In response, his boyfriend mumbled something he assumed was ‘just one more’.

It started innocently enough—when Regulus and Sirius ran from Grimmauld and came to live with the Potters, James spent most of the nights sleeping in one bed with the two of them. And since sleep always came easier to Sirius than to Regulus, at least half of those nights James and the younger brother spent talking—sometimes about what they were doing that day, sometimes planning a night out with their friends, and sometimes, on worse days, about how Regulus wishes he could still live with his parents, because no matter how badly they hurt him and his brother, they still were their parents, and he still loved them.

On those bad days, James always held the other boy close to his chest, letting him cry and spit out all the pain he had in himself, all while stroking his back in a soothing gesture.

As the time passed and the brothers started attending therapy, James stopped sleeping with them. Instead, every night Regulus sneaked out of his room, going straight to James’ bed. The talks about their friends turned into ones about their feelings. Sleepless nights filled with guilt and fear turned into nights filled with tenderness and small, sweet gestures. And with the end of August, those small, sweet gestures turned into dancing tongues and hands all over each other.

Not much has changed since then—they were still sneaking around to meet at night, coming up with excuses to their friends and professors when asked about why they were so tired or where they were in between classes. There was one new thing, though: before every Quidditch game, they left earlier than the rest of their teams, saying they had to discuss something with Madame Hooch. In fact, the one who had a match that day went to the equipment shed and waited for the other one to show up to give him a kiss for good luck.

Today, even though they both played, was no exception. They met 20 minutes before the teams were scheduled to arrive on the field, locked themselves in a shed, and kissed senselessly.

From behind the closed door, Regulus could hear voices getting closer and closer to them.

“James, I can hear Sirius,” the younger boy gasped, tugging at the other’s hair to pull him away. It worked, if James’ terrified face was anything to go by.

“Shit, we’ve got to go,” James mumbled, putting Regulus back down.

“You don’t say,” replied Regulus, arching one of his brows.

They left the shed together, carrying the big chest with balls inside it as a disguise. After putting it in the middle of the pitch, both of them went to their respective locker rooms, wishing each other luck teasingly.

“Where have you been?” Dorcas asked Regulus as soon as he entered the room. Giving her a questioning look, he went to his locker, taking out his gloves, the rest of his uniform already on him. “I went to Hooch looking for you—she said she hasn’t seen you today, so where have you been?”

“None of your business,” he grumbled in response.

“Oh, so you were with—“

“Shut up.” He practically ran to her, putting his hands over her mouth. “I don’t know how you know, but act as if you don’t know, okay?”

“What will I get in exchange?” She mumbled from behind his hands.

“If you don’t tell about mine, I won’t tell about yours, deal?” Now Dorcas’ eyes went wide, but she nodded in agreement.

***

An hour and a half after the match started, Gryffindor was leading by 50 points, and normally Regulus would be livid because of that, but seeing James smile every time he or one of his teammates scored was enough to soothe him.

The game wasn’t really violent—the buldgers were flying around as always trying to get to one of the players before beaters from their team sent the ball frying to the opposite team’s players, but nothing more dangerous than any other time.

Regulus was lingering over the pitch, looking for the snitch. Gryffindor’s seeker, a third-year girl named Abby Baker, was following his every move, so every now and then he took off, trying to lead her in the wrong direction.

He teased her like this for most of the game until he finally noticed a small golden ball flying just above the girl's head. He took a wide turn in her direction, lying almost flat on his broom and speeding as much as it allowed him. Abby didn’t get what was happening until Regulus passed her by. She was fast, at his tail at all times, yet still too slow to reach the snitch before him.

Regulus was so close to it that he could practically feel the ball’s little wings in his hand when his brother’s voice came to his ears.

“Prongs, watch out!” and then there was a loud thud and terrified screams from the stands. And if Regulus didn't know who 'Prongs' was, he probably wouldn't even bother checking what’s going on.

But it was James.

His James.

As soon as he turned his head to take a look at what was happening, he could feel all the blood rush out of his face. The familiar silhouette of the boy who showed him what a real family looks like and what love really is—the boy who saved him—was falling down at lightning speed, his broom nowhere to be seen.

Regulus didn’t think even for a second that his team would lose or that the whole school would find out about them—he just took another turn, going as fast as he could to not let his boyfriend crush into the dirt below them. It felt like chasing the snitch, only this one was much bigger and still harder to put your hands on.

“James, give me your hand!” He yelled, flying a bit lower and reaching his own hand out for the other boy to catch.

Regulus almost had him, but their palms were too sweaty, and James slipped out, flying down at breakneck speed again.

“Fuck!” the younger boy exclaimed, making a risky decision and flying straight down. This time he caught James hand; he held on to it, but they were too close to the ground to come out of this situation in one piece.

Until they weren’t.

Regulus doesn’t know what happened, but one second he was in the air, hoping for the best, and the next he stood steady on the pitch’s grass.

“What the fuck, guys?!” Regulus could hear Sirius shouting from behind him, but he didn’t care about his brother right now—all he cared about was James.

“Are you okay? Where does it hurt? What even happened?” he was asking, checking every part of his boyfriend’s body to make sure he wasn’t hurt too badly. “Who sent the buldger? I swear I’m going to—“

“Reg, I’m fine. Look,” James said, shaking each one of his limbs and turning his head in different directions. “See? Nothing happened; I just need a new broom.”

“Nothing happened? Nothing happened?! James, you could’ve broken every bone in your body; hell, you could’ve died! Imagine it was you and not your broom, your parents—Sirius—and me! We would all die just from—“

“Hey, hey, hey,” suddenly James’ hands were on his cheeks, thumbs brushing away tears. When have I even started to cry? “I know you were scared; I was scared, too. But you caught me; nothing really bad happened; we’re both okay.” He pulled Regulus closer, putting him in a warm embrace. “It’s okay, love; we’re okay.”

They stood there, hugging for Merlin knows how long before Regulus realized what they were doing. He didn’t pull away when he said, “You know we’re in the middle of the pitch and everyone can see us, don’t you?”

“Yeah, baby, I know,” James whispered into his hair, still caressing his back gently.

And so they stood there, not caring about the world around them or Sirius screaming about incest—they just hugged, glad they were both okay.

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25 days of Jegumas - Day 2: Cookies -  words: 831 - @noblehouseofgay

Ok there is Jegulus in here, I promise, you just have to wait for it.

TW for mentions of Walburga’s A+ Parenting 

It had been a week. 

A week since Regulus had finally felt what the Cruciatus curse is like for the first time. A week since he finally felt what his brother had been tortured with for years. A week since he woke up on the ground after passing out to Sirius shaking him awake, looking more terrified than Regulus had ever seen him look. A week since Sirius whispered to him, “We’re leaving, Regulus. Come on, we don’t have much time. I’m getting us out of here.” And before Regulus could protest, Sirius looked at him, fury written across his face, and said, “Either you come with me or I’ll drag you out of here.”

A week since Regulus left his home. 

“Regulus, dear, could you come down here, please?”

Ah. Yes, that’s one of the new things that came with leaving. 

Sirius did have to practically drag Regulus out of Grimmauld Place. Partly because he could barely walk. And, being only half-conscious, Regulus didn’t even object when his brother took them to the home of his Gryffindor best friend. Which came along with the aforementioned friends’s parents, who were, very… different than Regulus had ever thought parents could be. 

With a sigh, Regulus slowly got up from the bed (Not his bed. Just, a bed. In a guest room. Not his room) he had been lying on and made his way down the stairs. 

“Ah, Regulus, do you think you could help me with something?” Euphemia Potter called to him as she bustled around the kitchen. 

The room was, quite frankly, an atrocious mess. Flour everywhere, every cabinet half-open, dishes and ingredients spread out across the counter. It would have sent Kreacher to an early grave. Or, well, not all that early, for the ancient elf. (He’ll never see Kreacher again.)

“Uh, yes ma’am. How can I assist you?”

“Oh just call me Effie, dear,” Mrs. Potter said with a wave of her hand and a chuckle. 

I will not be doing that, Regulus thought. 

“Now. If you could help me with baking these cookies, that would be wonderful. I have the recipe right here if you’d like to take a look.”

“Oh, I’ve never—“

“Don’t worry, it’s really not that hard. I’ve got the dough almost completely made, it just needs a few more ingredients.” 

So, Effie Mrs Potter and Regulus made the cookies together. And Regulus found that, well, actually, it wasn’t so bad. It reminded him a lot of potion-making, one of his favorite subjects. 

“I hope you know that I am very happy you’re here, Regulus,” Euphemia said as they began putting the balls of dough on the cookie sheet.

“I- thank you, ma’am.”

“I’ve heard a lot about you, you know.” She smiled to herself as if she was remembering a funny memory. “For many years.”

“Oh. Right. From Sirius, you mean?” Regulus found this a bit hard to believe. 

“Oh, yes, yes, from Sirius. Of course.” Mrs. Potter chuckled to herself as she put the tray in the oven. “Alright. Now that those are done, I think we should make one more batch. But, I need to help Monty with something. Do you think you and James can handle this?”

Regulus eyes widened. “What?”

No, please not—

“James! Can you come on down here?”

Within seconds, Regulus could hear the loud footsteps of the boy he had been trying to avoid all week coming down the stairs. 

“Hey Mum!” James beamed. Then his smile faltered for a moment. Just a brief moment, and then it back. But it looked different. Fake? No, not fake. Nervous. 

“Oh! Hey Regulus! I didn’t know you were down here!” 

There it was again. That nervous smile. Why? Why does Regulus make him so upset?

“Well, I’m off to go help Monty! James, do not eat the raw cookie dough!” Euphemia hurried away before James could even ask why she called him down here. 

‘Wait!’ Regulus wanted to say. She’s already gone though. 

“So.” James ran a hand through his hair. Like he always does. Another nervous habit of his. Not that Regulus knows what his habits are, of course. 

“We’re baking cookies?” Again, James runs a hand through his hair. Honestly, he might rip some of his hair out if he keeps doing that. Which would be a shame. Not that Regulus likes his hair or anything. 

Regulus continues to silently stare glare at the boy in front of him. 

A smile creeps onto James’ face, a real one this time, like he’s suddenly had an idea. 

“Regulus, have you ever experienced the pure joy that is eating raw cookie dough?”

So. Yes, Regulus and James baked cookies together. And perhaps James did convince Regulus to try the cookie dough. And they ended up with half as many baked cookies as they should have made. 

But, over the next weeks, Regulus begins to think that maybe, maybe he didn’t leave home at all. 

Maybe he found it. 

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@jegulus-microfic / voice / 355 words

“He doesn’t have the right voice,” Regulus stated firmly. 

Barty bursted out laughing along with Evan, “What does that even mean?” 

They had spent all night trying to figure which Hogwarts bachelor would be Regulus’ best match. They started by house and went through the list of every student from sixth and seventh year. Even the most handsome and brilliant students apparently were not good enough for Regulus. 

There was always something. Too short, too tall, too dumb, too full of himself, too anything.

“At this rate the only other boys we haven’t gone through is your brother, and I’m guessing that’s another Black tradition you are no longer following. Then we have Lupin, but you don’t seem like the ‘stealing your brother’s boyfriend type’, and of course there’s Pettigrew which you never have the patience for. And finally-” Barty paused and his eyes widened. He slowly approached Regulus, who was trying his hardest to conceal the flush creeping through his cheeks. 

“Well, all that’s left is Potter. But I never thought you to be the ‘falling for my brother’s best friend’ type either,” Barty remarked, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

Regulus couldn’t help it; a small smile appeared at the corner of his face at the mention of James’ name. He was perfect. James had just the right height, and he was brilliant but not arrogant about it, he was funny and attentive and truly perfect. And his voice – Regulus loved it almost as much as he loved his smile.

He was so obviously and pathetically in love with him that his little reaction was enough for his friends to know just how enamored he was.

“I can’t believe this! Regulus Black, member of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, practically the prince of Slytherin, is in love with the golden boy from Gryffindor?” Barty teased loudly.

“I am not!” Regulus retorted, though his tone was anything but convincing.

“Tell that to your face,” Evan quipped, earning a playful glare from Regulus.

“Fuck off,” Regulus rolled his eyes, but a bright smile peeked through—one that only James Potter could provoke.

more microfics here

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some people in this fandom really need to get their posting privileges taken away cause every post i see is all about TRAGIC JEGULUS

LIKE I GET IT, THEY’RE THE POSTER CHILDREN FOR TRAGIC SHIPS BUT I DON’T NEED A CONSTANT REMINDER

cause wdym james is a starchaser, chasing a star that is much too far away from where he is standing, trying to get close to it but only being forced to admire from afar because whatever he does isn’t enough. that the cosmos, the fates, destiny is what gets in way???

wdym regulus is a sunseeker because he seeks for the warmth and comfort the sun emits as all he’d known in his life was the cold… how he seeks the sun even though it could burn him, damage him, engulf him in burning flames which he would never recover from???

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Sev's fandom is so vast that it’s incredibly rewarding to feed my obsessive hyperfocus on him. I discovered that he has many ships, which was surprising but not unpleasant. Snulciber, Snegulus, and Snetunia were the ones that caught my attention the most as a newcomer, especially Snegulus and Snulciber. I love the idea of chaotic Slytherins starting a relationship based on mutual misunderstandings and actually gaining something meaningful from it, but unfortunately, I’ve never found anything along those lines.

What do you think about Severus and Regulus or Severus and Mulciber? Do you think there’s good potential there or not?

I also came across Severus ships with the Marauders, and although I don’t personally like them, I still find them unsatisfying. I hate how, in long fanfics, Severus’s trauma is never properly explored. It feels like he always has to swallow everything that happened to him in favor of the couple’s development. I wish there were more angst, self-hatred, and revulsion, both from Severus and his chosen partner. It feels unrealistic when they don’t allow his character to carry his trauma and deal with it at his own pace. Not to mention the half-hearted apologies I’ve seen from the Marauders in some stories. What do you think about that?

I also came across fem!Severus tags, and I must admit I’m hooked. It’s a shame I haven’t found any good fanfics about it. What’s your opinion on that?

As I said, the fandom and the ideas people have surrounding him are so fascinating to me. There’s so much potential to explore.

The Severus/Mulciber ship is as old as the creation of the continents hahaha. Look, I’ve always been fine with bisexual Severus, especially with that line Rowling mentioned about Severus wanting Lily but also wanting Mulciber. It has potential, and canonically, they got along, and Severus saw something in Mulciber that he desired — however you choose to interpret that. So, honestly, I don’t think it’s a crack ship at all!

I find it curious that people in the new Marauders fandom assume Regulus would have gotten along badly with Severus, when it’s far more likely they had a cordial relationship. Maybe Regulus was even nice to him just to spite his brother. Honestly, I can totally see a scenario where, after Sirius ran away from home, Regulus confronted him at some point when he was bothering Severus — just for the sheer pleasure of annoying him. I’m pretty sure nobody could handle Sirius Black, but if his brother stepped in, Sirius might think twice, simply because Regulus would know all his weaknesses.

It’s not a pairing I’ve thought much about, but hey, why not? It makes a hundred times more sense than Jegulus, and in the end, they were only a year apart, shared the same house, and probably had mutual friends. And Sirius would have had an aneurysm if he ever found out they were or had been involved — which is a bonus for shipping them, hahahahaha.

Severus pairings with any of the Marauders seem problematic to me for obvious reasons, since shipping a victim with their bully isn’t something I’m particularly fond of. That said, I understand Snirius because they have a lot in common while having diametrically opposed personalities. They love in very similar ways, and both have explosive tempers in their own ways, so the dynamic could be really interesting if handled well. My issue with Snirius is that the fics I’ve read don’t really explore Severus’s trauma or the consequences it would have on a relationship. If I were to write about that pairing, it would be a long fic where 60% of the plot is pure drama about how Sirius’s past as Severus’s bully is the main problem in the relationship — because it should be. The few fics I’ve read have left me pretty unsatisfied in that regard because Sirius repents way too quickly, and everything is resolved as if nothing happened, or the issue isn’t even properly addressed. Sorry, but that’s just not realistic.

I can’t see Snupin, though — I have something personal against Lupin, ironically, because he’s the one people have been headcanoning as queer since the dawn of time. But to me, he’s the most straightforwardly, absolutely, and completely heterosexual character because there’s nothing more straight for a man than leaving a pregnant woman and running off. For that reason alone, I can’t see him with anyone but a woman. Sorry, he’s the Ted Mosby of the wizarding world.

And with James, it’s just a no. Like, absolutely not. If you want an enemies-to-lovers dynamic, you already have Sirius, who’s at least mentally unwell and deeply depressed. James and Severus have nothing in common personality-wise — they’re completely incompatible.