#maybe we can call it a microfic?

[windingroadahead]

Barty & Evan getting together, SLOWLY

it's a long dialogue thing I typed straight into my friend's DMs I was just thinking about how those fuckbuddies would get together eventually and I got this idea.

Reg: hey, Barty, you can stop with all this hating Sirius stuff, I’m over it, we’re… trying to be brothers again. Barty: oh, good for you, but I’m not stopping, he’s done enough! Evan: that’s stupid, Barty, come off it, you’ve never even talked really.  Barty: and of course it’s you, Evan, defending him, well! I’ve got my own reasons to hate your brother, Reg! so I’m not stopping.  Reg:  whatever, Batty.  Barty: oh, that’s cheap! 

Gryffindor party, balcony, half a year later.

Barty, drunkenly slurring: oh, really? How’s that fair, I can’t even get my smokes without your royal presence, Black.  Sirius, lighting his cigarette: why d’you hate me  so much?  Barty: none of yours, Black Sirius: no, maybe no, but also, you’re Reg’s best friend, I want to, y’know, to… get to know my little brother’s friends.  Barty: tough luck with me, you’ve got Evan though, go chat with him, he’s more than willing to… provide.  Sirius, raising eyebrows: are you jealous?  Barty: fuck no. Sirius: you a-are!  Barty: nope, not jealous.  Sirius: just so y’know, I don’t fuck other people’s boyfriends.  Barty: and it’s a miss again, Black. he’s not even my boyfriend.  Sirius: you’re shagging and snogging around school like 24/7, I’ve seen you, Barty.  Barty: that’s… casual.  Sirius: for fuck’s sake, it’s not, you’re like on top of each other all the time.  Barty: just horny.  Sirius: then why the jealousy?  Barty: … Sirius: … Barty: … Sirius: you've got a crush on me?!  Barty: FUCK NO! Not everything revolves around you, Black. Sirius: oh, he has…  Barty: well, don’t… tell anyone.  Sirius: why’d you think Evan has a crush on me?  Barty: I just know. Sirius: he told you?  Barty: no, he didn’t have to. it’s… obvious. Sirius: ‘s not to me… Barty: aha, sure, you’re too royal to notice him.  Sirius: s’not like that…  Barty: could add him to the list of conquests though Sirius: I won’t, and I don’t have a list. I’m… Barty: in love with Lupin, yeah, I’ve figured. Sirius: fuck, you’re observant.  Barty: mhm...  Sirius: d’you… have a crush on Evan then?  Barty: shit… okay, don’t you dare tell anyone. Sirius: yeah, that’s shit for sure. we both have crushes on our best friends, that’s at least one thing we have in common.  Barty: I at least shagged mine. Sirius: I did… too. Barty: you… shagged Lupin?!  Sirius: yeah… Barty: casual? Sirius: drunk. never talked about it Barty: good, better than nothing, but better than fucking casual… I don’t hate you, maybe.  Sirius: you can, got every right too, if you’re jealous.  Barty: nah, think it’s… I’m done with it, y’know? he’s hopelessly in love with you, and I’m with him. no reason to hate you, really Sirius: that’s nice to hear… not the hopeless part, I mean.  Barty: yeah.

Later, Slytherin dorm

Evan: I don’t want to talk to him, Reg. we’re good now, I’m going to get as much as I can get, y’know? I… if that’s all I can have, I’ll have it until it’s gone.  Reg: isn’t it painful?  Evan: it’s fucking love, course s’painful Barty bursts through the door straight to his bed. Evan, panicky: shit… Reg: Barty, how was… Barty: NOT WANT TALK SHUT UP I SLEEP Reg, carefully putting a silencing charm over him and shocked Evan: you didn’t say anything to give yourself away, Evan. calm down Evan, recalling everything he said before Barty came in: well, maybe, yes, but…  Barty, whispering to his pillow: why. not. me. ***

Barty, finally rolling off Evan: why don’t you shag other people? Evan, startled: cause I’m shagging you, hun? Barty: and when you’re not? Evan: s’like 50% of my time, Barty. either shagging you or studying Barty: we could shag less. Evan, raising a brow: you want to? Barty, casually draping a hand over Evan’s chest: nah, but… ‘s experience, y’know? Evan: got plenty of that with you. Barty: that’s… I’m just one guy. and yeah, y’know me, but different people like different things. Evan: well, right now I’m shagging you, so I know what you like. Barty: but we’re not exclusive. you could, I dunno, try someone else. Evan, bluntly: don’t want to. Barty: but what if we’re… over? this thing, our arrangement. you’ll need experience with other people. Evan: you want to try something new? if that’s what this is, just tell me and we’ll try it together. Barty: that’s not! I just don’t want you stuck with me! Evan: I’m not stuck. could walk away, or more like fuck away, just don’t want to. Barty: alright, sure. you got a crush, right? why don’t you go fuck him then? Evan, smirking: I did. Barty, lifting himself on his elbows to look at Evan quizzically: ya didn’t! Evan, grinning: I did! Barty: he… he’d’ve told me! he… no. no way. Evan, a bit wary: so… you know my crush? Barty: I do! and I know you didn’t fuck him. Evan, chuckled: I did. few times. Barty: bullshit. was it it before… us? Evan: nah, not really. Barty: but he… he’d’ve told me!  Evan, amused: mhm, nice to know. ‘s… good, really. Barty: why’re you laughing? was it bad? Evan: nah, ‘s good. great, actually. Barty: then why ain’t you shagging him now? why don’t you… why d’you… why me? Evan just howls, unable to control his laughter. Barty, dead serious now: you know he’s in love with someone else, right? Evan sobers up and nods: yeah, I know. Barty: he won’t… love you back. He’s just using you. or was, anyway. Evan, careful: I… eh… Just want him happy, y’know? Barty: y’too nice. Evan: s’love, isn't it? might be heartbroken, but I don’t want someone who doesn’t want me. Barty: so am I just your petty fuck? Evan, confused now: y’not. Barty: was he better than me? Evan: wait… shit. Barty, who the hell are we talking about? Barty: Sirius, ofcourse. Evan: WHO?! Bloody hell, Barty, no, I haven’t shagged Sirius Black! and he’s not my crush. Barty: not Sirius? who then? Evan: none of your business. Barty: but ‘s someone I know… and someone in love with another person… Evan:drop that detective act, Bee. ain’t telling you. Barty: was it Reg? no, he’d’ve told me too… Evan, getting up: I’m taking a shower. you can join if you quit this bloody interrogation. *** Barty, casually while walking to the owelery: I don't shag others either, y'know. Evan: ’s good to hear. Barty: that sorta makes us exclusive? Evan, nodding slowly: mhm. it does, yeah. Barty: Valentine's is soon. I thought… Evan caught his breath, thinking this could finally be it: confession, love, dating! Well, he was partly right. Barty: ’s like, we shag, we're exclusive, and... I know there's no love, but maybe we should, y'know, call it dating? I could take you to Hogsmeade, buy you a drink, then next time you'd do the same? and if we find someone, like, fall in love, proper, we just go back to being friends. no fuss. Evan: well... Barty: you don't have to agree! won't change anything. ‘s just... we could do nice stuff together. Evan: yeah. okay. I... agree. Barty, beaming: I WANT TO TELL EVERYONE! Shit, that’s… Evan, shadow of sadness in his eyes: good. we'll tell them. Barty, quieter: I promise, if you ever fall for someone, just say the word. this arrangement's off. no hard feelings. m’kay? Evan: yeah. same for you. Barty: great.

Three years later at James and Regulus's wedding.

Host: now, as we're heading towards the newlyweds' first dance, I'd like to ask you some questions. you two! you look like a happy couple. Barty, cheerfully: aren't we, honey? Evan: m-hm. Host: when was the moment you realised you're in love with him? Barty: oh, we're not… Evan, snatching the mic: fourteen. Host: wow! that's pretty early. never doubted it? Evan, quickly glancing at startled Barty: not a second. Host: amazing! do you remember the exact moment? Evan, shifting his gaze to Barty: oh, I do. I'd skipped breakfast to sleep in. woke up to this one, robes covered in treacle tart… Barty, trying to regain composure: I tripped over the stairs! Evan: and went back to get more, just to bring it to me. that soft, shy smile... that's when I knew. He doesn't look at Barty, but sees in his periphery how Barty's shock shifts into pure astonishment. Host: oh, that's beautiful! thank you!

As the host leaves, Evan presses his lips together. He knows the questions are coming. Three years together, five years shagging, six years loving in silence. He's so tired of hiding it, even if this might ruin everything. But Evan doubts it will.

Barty's voice comes quiet, raw in a way Evan's never heard before: thirteen for me. you were reading to me in the dorm. don't remember the lines. just... you. and I was gone. Evan feels it like a punch to the chest, his voice cracks: you never told me. Barty's fingers brush his, trembling: was scared. Evan: kiss me. please.

[coyotelip]

starchaser microfic: hold || domestic married couple || @into-the-jeggyverse || wc: 450

“Jamie, darling!” Regulus's voice calls, so James puts his crossword on the table without a second thought and heads toward his husband's voice.

But first, he sees a huge basket of freshly laundered clothes, which hides Regulus' thin figure. His hands immediately pick up the heavy basket on the other side.

“Hold this for me, please.” Regulus doesn't have to ask, because in an instant all the weight is lifted from his arms. “Thank you. You can take this to the yard and leave it there, I have to get the other basket.”

But James is in no hurry to take a step toward the door to the yard. He helps himself with his knee and lowers the full basket to a level where he can look at his husband.

For Regulus, Friday has always been laundry day, and he finds a certain harmony in loading all the dirty laundry into the washing machine and then fiddling with the washed sheets for the next hour. He says he loves the strong smell of conditioner in the air and feels like he's washed away all the dirt of the work week and is ready to relax.

Gripping the basket tightly, James leans against the doorway and watches Regulus closely, his black hair with gray streaks pulled back into a high bun and pinned up with an old silver hairpin. It was a gift from Pandora the day Regulus became the godfather of little Luna. James' old shirt is on his thin shoulders, the long sleeves rolled up to the elbow. His hands are buried in the washing machine as Regulus turns the rest of the wet laundry into the second basket.

His eyes wander to James. “James?”

“Hmm?” he answers slowly.

“What's that smile on your face?”

And indeed, James hadn't even noticed his lips had spread into a soft smile. “Mmm, just looking at you.”

“And what makes you smile? Do you think I look ridiculous doing household chores?”

They both realize how stupid this question is after years of living together.

“No, of course not. You're gorgeous.”

“Gorgeous? While I'm doing laundry?”

“Yes, you're gorgeous doing laundry. I don't think anyone in this world does laundry as splendidly as you do.”

Regulus clicks his tongue and looks back at the washing machine, but a blush appears on his cheeks. “Then you should do laundry with me more often. It's a lot of work.”

“Oh, I'm happy to do laundry with you anytime. Anytime, anywhere. Maybe we should quit our jobs and just open a laundry, what do you think?”

Regulus just giggles, “Oh no, maybe in another life, I would have really liked just doing laundry with you, but taxes are a hell of a work.”

[oh-phoenixx]

"Last" - Jegulus microfic @into-the-jeggyverse - 348 words

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Regulus wouldn’t do it. He would not fall in love with James Potter. He would not find comfort in something that wouldn’t last. He would not get attached to someone who would leave.

“Reg? You okay?” James’s voice asked, pulling Regulus from his thoughts.

“I’m fine,” he snapped.

James nodded with a small frown, his concern not deterred by Regulus’s tone. 

They were in the Astronomy Tower, and Regulus was calling out the stars for James, guiding his hand to be pointing at the right ones. Stars were like second nature for Regulus, so if he spent most of his time looking at James, only remembering that the stars were there when his boyfriend asked for him to name another, well…that wouldn’t be anyone’s business but his own. 

“Where’s Regulus?” James asked, eyes lit up with excitement that had Regulus’s stomach doing flips. 

Without really looking at what he was doing, Regulus moved James’s hand to where the Leo constellation was. 

James’s grin turned into a frown again, and Regulus’s heart ached with longing for a smile that was only two seconds gone. Yes, yes, he was going to fall in love with James Potter. Fuck.

“Sorry, is this boring for you?” James asked nervously. “I thought maybe you would like this since you know so much about stars, but, um, we can do something else, if you want.”

Regulus barely registered the words, busy thinking about what he could do to bring the smile back to his boy’s face. Closing the already-small distance between them, Regulus pressed his lips to James’s own. The kiss was steady, familiar. They had only been dating for a few weeks, but they knew each other so well. Regulus anticipated the hand on the back of his neck, he knew the motions, he understood the rhythm. There was so much comfort, for him, in knowing what to expect.

So, maybe he had already fallen in love with James Potter. 

“Don’t leave me,” Regulus mumbled against James’s lips, his voice so fragile and filled with vulnerability that he hated himself for. 

“Never.”

[psychoticallykind]

Baby

"Baby" - Jegulus Microfics - @into-the-jeggyverse - 617 words

Warnings: Trans Regulus with threatened pregnancy, period in trans character.

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James came home with a weird feeling in his chest, opening the front door a little quieter than usual. "Regulus?"

The kitchen and living room were empty, but Regulus's jacket was still hanging up where it had been this morning. James dropped his keys on the kitchen counter, taking a few seconds to grab a water bottle before he continued searching for his fiance. "Reg? Hey, love, are you home?"

The hall bathroom was empty, and the library, and the bedroom.

The ensuite bathroom, however - James felt his heart drop as he approached the door, knocking gently. "Reg? Hey, are you okay? I have this feeling - nevermind."

"I'm fine," Regulus called back, but his voice was thick with tears.

James bit his lip. "Can I open the door?"

There was a short pause, and then, "Okay."

James opened the door slowly. Regulus was sitting on the closed toilet seat, so James knelt in front of him. "Hey." He lifted a hand, tracing over tear tracks. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Regulus mumbled. He took a deep breath, and then mumbled something under his breath.

James nodded. "I didn't hear that, but take this." He opened the bottle before handing it over. "And maybe try again?"

Regulus took a small sip of the water. His eyes were somewhere on the floor as he whispered, "It was late."

"What was late?" James asked.

"My -" Regulus made a face, gesturing down. "Blood. Monthly. You know."

"Oh," James realized. "I'm sorry. Did it come today? Do you need painkillers? A bath? I can run you one."

"No, that's -" Regulus broke off, smiling a little. "That would be nice, but that's not why I'm a mess, Jamie. I thought I might be -" Regulus stopped again, grimacing. "I can't say it. I'll throw up."

James nodded, not understanding quite yet. He rubbed gentle circles on Regulus's thighs. "You don't have to. It's okay."

Regulus picked up the trash can and tilted it. "Look."

James obediently looked in the trash can, frowning in confusion as he spotted - "Are those pregnancy tests?"

Regulus squeezed his eyes shut, nodding once. "Mhm."

"Oh." James nodded again, processing. "And..." He took another second. "And they're negative."

Regulus swallowed. "Are - nope." He tilted his head back, looking up at the ceiling. "Are you disappointed?"

James blinked. "What?"

"Disappointed," Regulus repeated. "That I'm not - that I don't want - that."

"No," James said vehemently. He brought one hand to the back of Regulus's head, gently urging him to look back down. "Love, no. Absolutely not. I would absolutely never ask that of you."

Regulus nodded, tipping his head back down but still not quite meeting James's eyes. "You don't want a baby?"

"You're enough for me," James promised. "We talked about this, remember? I wouldn't be here if I wasn't okay with this. You don't want kids, and I don't need them. I just need you."

"What -" Regulus swallowed again. "What if I changed my mind?"

Hesitant grey eyes met James's own. "Not - not having one. I never want to have one. Biologically, I mean. But - but maybe raising one? With you? We could do that. If you wanted."

James felt his head tilt as he tried to work that out. "You want a child?"

"No." Regulus bit his lip. "Maybe." He took a quick breath. "Yes."

James nodded slowly, thinking it over. "Okay. If you want one, then I'm all for it, love. Absolutely."

Regulus grinned. "Really?"

"Really," James promised. He stood up. "I'm going to run you a bath, and grab you some painkillers, and we can talk more about this if you want. Yes?"

"Yes," Regulus agreed, still beaming.

James grinned back. "And drink some more of that water, please."

[deswhomst]

Pinky Promise | @black-sisters-microfic | Tedromeda-centric | Word Count : 695

Hogwarts, September 1964.

“You’re a mudblood, then?” Andromeda asked suspiciously. “I’ve never heard the name Tonks before.”

Ted Tonks, who had been unnecessarily cheerful up till this moment, dropped his smile immediately. “That’s not a nice thing to say.”

“Why?” Her brows pulled together in confusion. “It’s just a question. I won’t be offended if you ask me my blood status.”

Ted stared at her. “The difference is that you’re insulting me.”

“When did I insult you?” Andromeda threw up her hands in exasperation. “You’re the one who can’t answer a simple question!”

“Are you stupid?”

“Oh, clearly, I am,” she said. “Why else would I be wasting my time talking to you?”

Ted rolled his eyes. “I’m sorry, Your Highness, I’ll let you go so you can continue your bullying.”

“What!?” Andromeda shrieked indignantly. “I have never bullied anyone, nor do I want to!”

“Didn’t you just call me a mudblood?” asked Ted, eyebrow raised.

She groaned in frustration. “I only asked if you were. And you still haven’t answered me.”

“I’m not a mudblood,” Ted said pointedly. “I’m a muggle-born.”

Andromeda blinked. “Is—what is wrong with you?” she asked. “That’s exactly the same thing!”

“No, it’s not!”

“A muggle-born,” she began through gritted teeth, “is someone who has muggle parents. A mudblood is also someone who has muggle parents. I fail to see the difference.”

“When you say mudblood, it sounds like you think you’re better than me,” Ted said. When Andromeda pursed her lips and didn’t make a comment, he scoffed. “You do think you’re better than me, don’t you?”

“Well … yes,” she slowly nodded. “But that’s because I saw you trip and fall over nothing. You were just walking, there were no obstacles, and you still fell.”

“That can happen to anyone!” he pointed out indignantly, face flushing a light pink.

“It has never happened to me.”

Ted glared at her, his hands balled into fists at his sides. “Who the fuck cares—”

“Don’t use the word,” Andromeda hissed, eyes widening.

“What word?” Ted blinked. “Fuck?”

She nodded, distressed.

He huffed out a mirthless laugh. “So you can call me a mudblood but I can’t say fuck?”

Andromeda wanted to burst into flames right then and there because why was this boy being so difficult?

“It’s just a blood status,” she tried patiently. Maybe he doesn’t know since his parents are muggles. “So, you see I’m a pureblood because my parents are, too. If someone has one parent who’s not a pureblood, then that person is a half-blood. If you have both parents who are muggles, you’re a mudblood,” She held up her hand when he began to interrupt her. “It’s also called muggle-born, I know, but mudblood makes more sense. Pureblood, half-blood, mudblood.”

After that, Ted stared at her silently for a very long time. It seemed that he was contemplating his next words carefully, finally settling on, “We prefer to be called muggle-born because people use the other one in a bad way … it’s like how you don’t like hearing fuck because it’s a bad word. Mudblood is a bad word, too.”

Andromeda digested that, nodding slowly. “But then you can’t use that word, either.”

Ted’s face split into a helpless grin. “I promise that if you stop using the m-word, I’ll stop using the f-word.”

“Deal,” she nodded, satisfied with this. “Should we make an Unbreakable Vow?”

“What’s that?” he asked curiously.

“It’s an unbreakable vow,” she raised an eyebrow. “It means you make a vow that you can’t break.”

“I meant,” Ted rolled his eyes again, this time with a smile that seemed fond, “what would happen if I do end up saying fu—the word?”

“You’ll die,” she stated simply.

“Oh, good thing it’s not something dramatic and unnecessary.”

Andromeda laughed.

“We can do a pinky promise instead,” Ted told her. “It’s the muggle version of that vow, except you don’t die if you break it.”

“Then it’s not very binding, is it?”

He shrugged. “It’s about trust. You can break it, yes, but I would be trusting that you won’t … and vice versa, I hope.”

“Hmm,” she passed a small smile. “Alright. Let’s do this muggle promise of yours.”

[ultravioletbrit]

“room” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 324 words

Regulus is sitting on the floor reading and James is laying on the couch behind him, his fingers carding through Regulus’ hair. Regulus finishes his book and wants a new one but doesn’t feel like moving yet so he scans his books from where he’s sitting. His eyes make their way up one bookshelf and down another then back and forth across a third shelf. He looks at the books on the end table, on the floor by the armchair and under the coffee table before thinking about the books in the bedroom.

“James?” James hums in response. “I think if we ever get a bigger flat, I want a room for my books.” Regulus tells him.

“You want a library?” James asks.

“No.” Regulus scoffs. “I do not want a ‘library’. I’m not that pretentious. I just want a room with a bunch of bookshelves where I can meticulously organize my books. Maybe come up with some sort of organization system. And probably an armchair or two so I can read in there if I want to.” Regulus explains. 

“Love. That’s a library.” James tells him.

“It is not.” Regulus says a bit petulantly.

“Okay, what would you call it then?” James asks and Regulus hesitates.

“It’s… it’s a… a book room.” Regulus fumbles.

“A book room, huh?” James mocks and Regulus whips around to face him.

“Yes!” He hisses. “Regulus’ Super Special Book Room. No Jameses Allowed.” Regulus glares at him.

James is not deterred by Regulus’ glare at all and barely tries to stifle his snickering. Regulus gets off the floor and unceremoniously drops himself on top of James.

“Shut it, Potter. Can I have a library or not?” Regulus continues to glare.

James wraps his arms around Regulus’ waist. “We would absolutely get a flat big enough for your super special book room, love.”

“Good.” Regulus nods once, then snuggles up beside James.

“Will I be allowed in the book room?” James asks shyly.

“We’ll see.”

[my-castles-crumbling]

hurt - Jegulus Microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 268

"Reg!"

A joyful voice made him turn to the door, startled from his nervous haze.

But as he took in the image of James Potter standing in the door of the locker room, clothed head-to-toe in green, a huge snake painted over his face, all the anxiety slipped from his body.

"Potter! You look ridiculous!" Regulus laughed, face lighting up and breath catching in his chest.

"I'm hurt, Reg," James grinned, hand moving to his heart, eyes sparkling with delight. "I'm just trying to get the Slytherin Seeker to notice me. Do you think I have a shot?"

Regulus couldn't resist walking closer, huge smile on his face, ignoring his murmuring teammates and Dorcas's wolf-whistle. "What did Sirius say about this?" he asked, smirking, finger moving to trace over the tongue of the poorly-drawn snake. "Did he call you a traitor?"

"Pads drew it," James laughed. "That's why it looks so bad. I just had to bribe him. "Paid Pete to sleep in the Common Room and said I'd fuck off as well, so he and Moons can have the room tonight."

"Ah, so you need a place to stay?" Regulus asked suggestively, stomach flip-flopping happily.

"Nah," the older boy smirked. "Like I said, I'm trying to get in with the team. Maybe one of the players will let me stay with them after we go to the victory party together. They're gonna thrash Hufflepuff in the game today."

Dorcas chuckled and called out cheekily, "I'm avail-"

But Regulus shot her a look and grabbed James's collar, pressing a kiss to his lips. "Absolutely not. This idiot's mine."

[theprongspotter]

Pause - Jegulus - @stag-microfic - Day 15 - 612 words

“How was your date?” Remus asks as James walks into their dorm. He raises a brow, though, after taking in the other boy’s appearance. His hair is sticking up in multiple places, his shirt is unbuttoned down his chest, his glasses are askew, and bruises are littered across his neck. “I assume it went well.”

“Well?” James exclaims with a lovesick grin. “It was bloody amazing! First we went to The Three Broomsticks and he let me talk about quidditch and I listened to him talk about his books and his favorite classical music. He looked so cute in his little scarf and hat. His hat had a pom pom on top! A pom pom! Then we walked around Hogsmeade and got some sweets and talked some more and oh my gosh, Regulus is so fucking perfect! I mean, you should see his—”

“Pause,” Sirius interjects, holding up a finger. He moves it in a small circle. “Rewind. Regulus as in my-little-brother-Regulus?”

James flushes. There’s no backing out now. “Do you know another Regulus?” Peter snickers.

“Hardy har har,” Sirius deadpans, dropping his finger, but only to jab it into James’ chest. “No, but what the fuck? What were you doing with my little brother, Prongs?”

James puts his hands up defensively, his brows shooting up. “Uh, dignified friendly things?”

Sirius’ face turns to one of pure horror. “Oh Merlin, did you deflower my innocent little brother, James?”

“What?!” James splutters.

“Actually, don’t tell me, I don’t want to know.” Sirius slaps his hands over his ears.

“Too late, Pads,” Remus says with a smirk, glancing at James' disheveled state. “The evidence speaks for itself.”

James' face turns an even deeper shade of red. “It’s not like that, I swear! We just... talked. And maybe kissed a little,” he admits, rubbing the back of his neck. “Okay, a lot. But that’s it! I’d never—”

“—Hurt him?” Sirius finishes for him, his voice suddenly serious, all traces of teasing gone. He lowers his hands and meets James’ eyes with an intensity that makes the other boy swallow hard.

“Never,” James says firmly. “I care about him. A lot. I’d never do anything to hurt him, Sirius. You know that.”

Sirius stares at him for a long moment before sighing and stepping back. “Alright, I believe you, Prongs. But if you do anything to break his heart, I’ll break your legs. Got it? And vice versa.”

James nods earnestly, his heart pounding in his chest. “Got it. But honestly, Pads, you should be more worried about him breaking mine. He’s... well, he’s pretty amazing.”

Peter, who’s been quietly observing the exchange, finally chimes in with a grin. “So, does this mean we should start calling you James Black now?”

James smirks, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “If anything, he’d be Regulus Potter.”

Sirius makes a face and pretends to gag, though there’s a chance it might not be entirely pretend. “Ew, don’t talk about that in front of me.”

James chuckles, raising an eyebrow. “I didn’t say anything bad?”

“I can’t hear you!” Sirius shouts louder, dramatically covering his ears once more.” I’m off to go threaten my brother about dating my brother.” He makes another face, scrunching up his nose in exaggerated disgust. “Ew, that’s incest!” He pauses, then his expression shifts to something more neutral, almost thoughtful, and he shrugs. “Well, I guess we’re keeping up the tradition.”

James, Remus, and Peter exchange concerned yet amused looks, but before they can say anything, Sirius is already at the door. He steps out of the dorm room, slams the door shut behind him with a loud thud, leaving his friends in stunned silence.

[vinylfoxbooks]

June 26 - Knee | @jegulus-microfic | wc: 767 TW: Dysphoria, accidental misgendering

James is the happy-go-lucky person in school. He’s the loud, energetic, backbone of the Gryffindor tower. Everyone loves him, everyone sees how smiley he is, everyone knows that James Potter is perfect. It’s one of the things that Regulus hates about him, he’s too happy, too loveable, too good at taking away his brother. 

So he’s taken aback when he comes up to the Astronomy Tower only to find James sitting on the edge of the tower, staring up at the sky, with his knees tucked up into his chest. He’s silent, but his shoulders are heaving as though he’s sobbing.

Regulus is about to turn around and walk out of the tower, but as he’s leaving, James whips around and his eyes catch Regulus’. There are tears streaming down his face, his eyes are red, and his face is puffy. And Regulus feels like he shouldn’t be seeing this.

He shouldn’t be seeing the sun break down. That’s not something that Regulus deserves. He treats James like shit. Sirius or Remus or Pete should be seeing this, not him. 

“James?” Regulus asks, taking a small step towards where James is sitting, not sure how to deal with this, “Are you okay?”

James clears his throat and sniffs, wiping at his eyes, “Yeah, I’m… fine.” 

“You’re not.”

“What do you know?”

“I know what it looks like when people cry.” Regulus hums, making his way towards James and sitting a bit away from him, “And I know that you’re not fine. I can also assume that you’re the type of person to hide all of your problems from your friends.”

James hums, “Why does it concern you.”

“I’m not your friend.” Regulus hums, lifting his chin a bit and searching for his star, “Tell me.”

“How do I know you’re not going to use it against me?” James asks, voice weak, “How do I know you’re not going to run to Sirius and tell him that I’m fucked in the head, that I’m pathetic? You love him, you hate me.” And Regulus doesn’t know what to say to that.

So he doesn’t respond for a couple seconds before he mutters, “I don’t hate you and I’m not the type of person to parade around the issues of others.”

James laughs weakly, though Regulus isn’t sure whether it’s at himself or at Regulus, “It’s nothing. I’m just being stupid and weak, bad at being a fucking normal human being.” 

“What do you mean?”

“I’m not-” James shakes his head, “I’m not… I’m not a fucking man.”

“What do you mean?” Regulus asks, “Like, you’re a girl?” Maybe if James is trans, then Regulus will know how to help him. At least, he might. 

“No, I’m not that either.” James once again shakes his head, “That’s the fucking problem. I don’t like when people call me a guy, I hate when people call me a girl. I don’t like it.”

“You like… androgyny.” Regulus hums, “You’re not a guy, you’re not a girl.”

“I’m just…” James sniffs, “I’m just James. And I hate when people call me a man but everyone does it. I can’t- I don’t…” They take a deep breath, “I…”

“Have you told your friends this?”

“How the fuck do I do that?” James shakes their head, “They’ll think I’m fucking mental.”

“I don’t think you’re mental.” Regulus shakes his head, “And I sincerely doubt that they’ll think that. You guys are loyal to each other, to a fault. If that gets you breaking down like this, you need to tell them.”

“But I’m…”

“You’re not.” Regulus says, shaking his head and not caring just what James was going to say about themself, “Let me tell you something. I’m- I’m not a normal guy.”

James perks up, their shoulders lifting a bit, “What?”

“I was born a girl. It’s called trans. I don’t know if that’s what you are, but it’s… normal? For people like us to feel like we’re the wrong gender and if you feel like you don’t have any specific gender, I can’t say that makes you weird.” 

“Does Sirius know?”

Regulus huffs a laugh, “Sirius was the one that cut my hair and taught me the spell to hide my chest. He taught me a spell to make my hair look longer when we go home. I sincerely doubt he’d mind if you told your friends, or at least him, how you feel. You should just tell them.”

“Will you be there with me when I do?”

Regulus sighs, reluctantly wrapping his arm around their waist, “If you want me to be.”

[moonysentropia]

sister · @black-brothers-microfic · word count: 847 · cw: trans person coming out (no angst)

'Do I look good?' Regulus' eyes were closed. She could feel a constant tickling on her eyelid, but she wouldn't dare to move.

'You always do, Reggie.' Sirius' voice was calm, soothing. She was so close her citric scent crawled up Regulus' nose and stayed there, familiar and comfortable.

'No, but really.'

'Yeah, really.' Sirius let out a low chuckle and Regulus could imagine that annoying sly grin she always wore on her face. She would have shoved her if her older sister didn't have a sharp pencil pressing on the top line of her eye.

Elton John was singing in the background and, in other circunstances, Regulus would have judged Sirius for her questionable taste on music, but there was only one thought on her mind.

Finally.

She was doing it. They were doing it.

It was scary. She couldn't stop sweating and Sirius wouldn't stop yelling "stop moving your knee or I'll tie you up to the chair!" and blowing hair into her nose, making Regulus squirm and finding another excuse to groan.

But it was happening.

Even if Regulus hadn't wanted to accept it, she had always known it would end up coming to this. After years of self-hate, of doubts, of pure and sour denial. After months of self-acceptance, of sneaky readings and overwhelming and sweet hope.

She had finally say it to Sirius.

'I'm a girl.'

'I'm one too.' Sirius had only answered, giving another bite to the chocolate bar she was eating.

'Doesn't it bother you?' Regulus then asked, anxiety running through her blood.

'Not really? You're still Reg, my Reggie, my sister.' She gave her one of wolf-like smiles, all full of white, shiny teeth.

And the word stroke him like a wave, soaking into her bones, settling in her heart.

Sister.

It sounded so fitting, like the piece of the puzzle that had always been missing.

'I don't want Father and Mother to know.’

'Then they won't know.'

'But l hate having to wear those ugly shirts and trousers.’

'I can lend you my tops and skirts if you want.’

'But maybe they'll look too big on me.’

'I can ask Lily to stitch them up. Did you know she's a pro at sewing?'

'I want to try your red lipstick.'

'Oh, it would look killer on you.’

'But I don't know how to do it properly. Would it be too much?'

'Make up is never too much, Reggie. Want me to give you a makeover? We are alone until late today.’

And that’s how they ended up like that. Regulus sitting in the middle of Sirius’ room, the record endlessly spinning under the needle and Sirius humming while she did whatever she wanted to Regulus’ face.

It had been a while since Regulus’ had felt comfortable in their house. She wouldn’t even dare to call it "home", but Sirius made it all easier, always lighting the darkest corners and distracting Regulus from the horrible things that happened too often. She was her precious sister and, even if little Regulus hadn’t valued it enough, she was sure of it now. Sirius really saw her for who she was.

‘Okay, it’s done.’ Sirius said, and Regulus stayed still for a little more. She was afraid of opening her eyes, of seeing something so real, so her, it would break her apart.

‘Don’t be afraid, Reg. I’m the best at make up, you know? I did James’ once and he loved it!’

Sirius was just trying to cheer her up, Regulus knew that, but it still worked. She felt confident enough too slowly open her eyes and focus her gaze on the mirror in front of her.

It was a snap, her eyes meeting hers and, in an instance, everything was in its right place. She knew she didn't need make-up or clothes or any material stuff to make her be sure of who she was, but seeing herself from this new perspective was another step taken, small but significant.

And she loved it. She loved how the dark blue eyeshadow intensified her grey eyes, how the soft pink blush enlightened her cheeks, how the red lipstick, the one that Sirius always wore and made her yearn for something deep and intense, fit her so well it made her wonder "why did it took me so long?". And as if Sirius had listened to her thoughts, she placed her hands on her shoulders and smiled at her in the mirror before just saying:

'Everything comes down to this moment, right?'

And she knew what her sister meant. Because it was not about some colorful powders on her face or about yelling it so loud all the neighbourhood would know. It could just be a whisper or even a thought, it would also be a feeling than only a few could get, and it was, of course, the comfort of sharing that moment with her sister and knowing that she would always be safe with her.

She hold the tears back and gave her sister a big, genuine grin.

'Thank you, Sirius.'

[coyotelip]

``|| ☆ starchaser & black brothers microfic: dramatic & amount || @into-the-jeggyverse @black-brothers-microfic || wc: 487

“James,” Regulus greets him when he crosses the threshold of their home.

There is no “I'm home” or “James, are you here?”, no. Regulus' tone does not promise anything good — it is tense and demanding.

Turning his whole body to his lover, James tries to imitate the happiest smile possible. “Yes, love?”

Regulus appears around the corner of the room, looking for him. When he finds him, his arms immediately cross over his chest, his gaze nailing James to the spot. “That's a serious question.”

“Of course you can ask,” James' soul is already on its way to his heels.

“Me or Sirius…” he pauses, and by now James' soul has already descended to the level of his knees, ”Who's more dramatic?”

James' breath seems to get stuck somewhere in halfway through. If this question was about anyone, he would have answered that no, Regulus is not dramatic at all. No, he is the best of all, and no one else can compare to him.

However… if he answered Sirius now, it would make Regulus happy. Sure enough, that tense look would disappear from his face, and his eyebrows would relax. A satisfied smile will return to his lover's face, and maybe even Regulus will come closer and lean in to give him a gentle kiss as a real greeting.

And then Regulus will call or text or even go and tell Sirius in person. Like, “Look, even James thinks I'm better, ha! And we can trust James' judgment.” And this will turn into a little nightmare for James for the next few hours, because Sirius won't let it go.

No, the weather forecast warns of record rainfall in the form of “you've been like a brother to me, I never expected such a betrayal!”, we recommend that all Jamestown residents stock up on Dominos coupons, because only the promise of a bachelor party and ten Diablo pizzas can avert a natural disaster.

James can't help but cringe at the thought of such a scenario. But then again…

He imagines how he would feel if he were to say Regulus' name. He won't hear an answer right away. In fact, he won't hear a word from Regulus for the next week. He won't see him for days, he can only feel the warmth of his body next to him at night, but trying to hug him casually in his sleep will risk losing his arm. And no coupons to Dominos or any other establishment, no movie tickets or anything else would save him from the crisis.

The fact was simple: the amount of drama in the Black family's blood does not differ that much. But each of them finds a different way to process this drama.

A wise man once said that of two evils, choose the lesser one.

So James huffs as if the question is stupid in itself, rolls his eyes and says, “Of course Sirius…”

[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?!”

[psychoticallykind]

Chili

"Setback" - Jegulus Microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 787 words

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Regulus took a deep breath. It would be fine. He'd be fine. James would be fine with this.

Maybe.

"Are you going to call him?"

Regulus shot a look at Remus. "Yes. Obviously I'm going to call him."

There was a minute of silence between them. Remus shifted. "Before he comes home, or...?"

"You can call him," Regulus offered, his tone sickly sweet. "If you're so eager."

"I'm not the one who poisoned the chili," Remus replied. He shrugged. "That was all you, Reg."

"I thought the lid was on!" Regulus argued. He sighed, giving the large pot of chili a long look. "Maybe it'll be fine."

Remus's eyebrows shot up. "I'm not eating that, and neither is Sirius."

"He will if you don't tell him."

Remus gave him an unimpressed look. "And you're seriously willing to poison James if it means you don't have to admit you screwed up?"

"Maybe," Regulus lied.

Remus rolled his eyes. "Right. You need to call him before he gets home, or he won't be able to help make new plans."

"Maybe we can just make the plans and surprise him," Regulus tried.

"Regulus."

Regulus didn't look at Remus's expression. He didn't need to. "Yeah, I know. I'm doing it, I'm doing it."

He held his breath as the phone rang, hoping for the first time in their relationship that James wouldn't pick up.

"Hello, love. Is everything okay?"

Regulus forced a smile. "Of course, Jamie. How's your day going?"

Remus snorted. Regulus stuck his tongue out, leaving the kitchen and heading into the bedroom.

"It's alright. How's yours? Did Remus end up coming over?"

"Uh, yeah, he did," Regulus replied. He took a deep breath. "Jamie?"

"Yes?"

"I sort of did something," he admitted. "Uh, something not great."

"Okay?" James said. "Reg, love, you're going to have to be a little more specific here."

Regulus nodded. Please don't be mad. "You know how everyone is coming over for dinner?"

A slight pause. "Yes?"

"And...you know how you spent an insanely long time last night making the chili everyone likes, and you left it in the pot today to cook?"

"Yes?"

"Right," Regulus nodded. "So. Um. About the chili, see." He searched for the words, not quite willing to say, 'I poisoned it'.

"Did you forget to stir it?" James asked. "Because that's fine, Reg, it'll still be good."

"Uh, no," Regulus denied. "Not that. I mean, I stirred it."

"Okay." James waited a few seconds, but when Regulus couldn't bring himself to say it, he continued. "Reg, love. What happened to the chili?"

Regulus closed his eyes. "There was a spider?"

"In the chili?"

"No! On the counter," Regulus explained. "And I - I sprayed it. With the poison spray. As it ran." He cleared his throat. "Uh, as it ran around the general area of the chili that I sort of left the lid off of when I stirred it. So a lot of the spider-poison went in the chili. I - Jamie, I poisoned dinner."

"You...poisoned dinner?"

Regulus nodded, heart pounding. "Please don't yell at me."

"What?" James sounded confused. "Regulus, I'm not going to yell at you. Are you okay?"

"You're not mad?" Regulus checked. "James, I ruined dinner."

"I can pick something up, it'll be fine," James replied. "This is just a setback, yeah? A change of plans."

"But - but I -"

"You killed a spider. Some of the spray got in the chili. It was an accident, love, they happen sometimes."

Regulus nodded, blowing out a long breath. "You're not mad."

"I'm not mad," James confirmed. "It's okay."

"I really didn't mean to," Regulus told him. "I promise. I didn't - I should have put the lid on, and I know you asked me not to use the spray in the kitchen and I should have listened, I'm sorry -"

"Regulus," James interrupted. "It's okay. The chili doesn't matter, we can order something else. I know it was an accident. I'm not upset. It's okay."

Regulus nodded again, blinking back tears. "You're sure?"

"I promise, love," James reassured him. "I'm about five minutes away. I'll come in and we can order something, yeah? Anything you want."

"Okay." Regulus sat down on the bed, taking a deep breath. James wasn't mad. It was okay. "I love you."

"I love you, Regulus. I'll see you in just a few minutes, okay?"

"Okay."

Regulus said goodbye before hanging up, falling back against the duvet.

He was okay. Accidents happened, and James wasn't mad. James still loved him. It was hard to remember that, sometimes. That James would still love him.

It was hard, and sometimes he forgot. But Regulus was learning.

Day by day, he was learning what it meant to be loved.

[gardenia-nettle-first-floret]

Role Reversal…?

HDG mini fic by Gardenia Nettle

You were at the park when you saw them. An Affini who looked almost like a tumbleweed and a cute cat boy floret. As you watched the Floret being walked on his leash. His ears twitched and tail swayed from side to side. The Affini kept their pet close, but it was hard to tell how close as they kept their vines covering their details. At first you thought nothing but “aw that’s a cute floret. Maybe I can ask their owner if I could give them a few scritches…” but then you look again. You notice how confident the floret is. How he seems to lead the Affini with each step. You notice how low to the ground the Affini is. And you notice that the leash leads to the Affini and not the cat boy.

You can hear the floret now, he’s comforting the Affini. He’s saying “Nyovus, it’s ok, you look lovely and very gender. Nyow can you please stop dragging your vines.” His voice is playful and he never brings the leash taught.

You don’t hear anything from the Affini until the two are much closer.

“Kitten… I find this parading around most… uncomfortable.” Says the Affini. It’s voice sounds deep and imposing, as if it was some hidden danger deep within a cave.

“Myaster~! If I don’t take myew, take me out for my walks, myew’d stay in the hab all day~” The cat boy says master in such an endearing way, the same way an Affini might call their floret pet.

“B-But Aria,” the Affini, Novus, stutters, “I was in the middle of the latest addition to my collection. You know that you are free to walk yourself.”

“Nyo, I am not hearing it. I want myew to take me on walks and normal Affini Floret bonding. Besides myew can always build your models after you walk me.”

“As I have told you, I like to remain in the hab… where others do not stare.”

You avert your gaze for a second. This pair was so odd. But you go right back to watching them. The catboy waves at you before continuing his talk.

“Well I like to show all the good work myew put into caring for me. I would like to be fawned over while you take pride in your work.”

“I-I do take pride-“

“Nyo~! Myew need to get out and really show the others. We are getting out done by that nyew floret and their mistress.” The catboy pouts and his tail flicks angrily around. “I am nyot losing to some bubbly bunny. Nyovus, we are going to the cafe. Myew need to socialize, and I need to be petted till I can’t think by cute florets.”

With that they leave, heading towards a cafe. You sit on the bench in the park for a few moments longer. And then you decide that a kitten needs some pets.

Thanks for reading this microfic. The Characters shown off are Aria Snapdra, First Floret, He/Him. As well as his Affini owner Novus Snapdra, fourth bloom, it/its.

I love this pair because I wanted to make the Affini the sub and the floret the dom. But as well give an Affini a floret as their emotional support pet.

Hope you like them too~! :3

[klilyr]

Rosekiller and Luna microfic: bath time

“Ah fuck there’s too many bubbles!”

“Bad word Uncle Ev.”

Evan looked helplessly over at Barty who was holding his phone up trying to take a cute photo of the two of them while suppressing his laughter.

Evan had been trying to help Luna with her bath for the last thirty minutes but she had kept insisting on him tipping more and more of the bubble mixture in until they were suddenly all overcome. Evan had his doubts when the bubbles started lapping the rim of the tub but now they had spilled right over the edge and were suddenly creating a real problem for the two dry contingents of the whole bath time routine. 

Luna seemed to be having the time of her life.

“Barty,” Evan whined, “what the fuck do I do?”

“Stop tipping the bubble mixture in would be my first suggestion?” Barty answered, barely containing himself.

“Panda is going to kill us.”

They eventually managed to coax Luna out of the tub and after many many bedtime stories, she was now sleeping soundly in her bedroom. The bathroom cleanup was deemed tomorrow’s problem.

“Be honest Ev, how many texts have you sent to Panda tonight?”

Evan checked his phone sheepishly.

“Seven.”

“For fuck’s sake. She’ll never trust us with her kid again! She’s alive, ain’t she? She’s happy?”

“The last text was just all question marks if I’m being honest…”

“Evvvvvv…” Barty sighed while dramatically draping his lanky body over his boyfriend who was reclining comfortably on his sister’s couch.

Evan was still fixated on his phone. 

“She’s not replying. Do you think I should call her?”

“She’s on a date, lover. I’m pretty sure she has seen every text and has just rolled her eyes at your dramatics. Let her fucking enjoy herself. Luna is safe and asleep… maybe we can enjoy ourselves too…”

“We are not having sex at my sister’s house.”

“Ugh. Are you sure?”

Barty’s hand slowly slid up Evan’s thigh and revelled at the change of breathing he had coaxed out of his partner. Evan let his head fall back onto the pillows and was just about to connect his lips to Barty’s throat when they heard…

“Uncle Evan?”

Fuck.

Pandora really owed them for this night.

“Coming sweetpea!” Evan called while catching Barty’s roaming hand in his own, bringing it to his lips for a kiss and dropping it to go tend to his niece upstairs.

[my-castles-crumbling]

train - Jegulus Microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 474

"I used to believe in love at first sight. My parents always told me this story about how the first time they saw each other, they knew. And I thought that same thing would happen to me. Maybe that's why I bothered Evans for years, even though we obviously were not meant for each other.

"But the first time I saw you, it wasn't love. It was a ten-second 'hello' on the train, and I was much more focused on playing pranks on unsuspecting Slytherins with my mates. I didn't know at the time that I'd just met the person that would change my life, you know? But I did, and Gods I feel like I wasted that moment.

"But maybe...Can 'love at first sight' happen later? I think so. Remember that Quidditch game during my sixth year, your fifth? That was my 'love at first sight.' When you looked at me like you absolutely hated me and told me if I got anywhere near you, you'd knock me off my broom. Gods, that was so hot. I couldn't look away at that moment, really. Couldn't look away ever again.

"And then, of course, I panicked. Because I couldn't possibly be in love with you. No! Not that loving you is bad, obviously! It's bloody perfect! It's just, you know, you're a boy, and you're you, and, erm. Yeah. Anyway.

"When I realized it was going to take a lot of work to even get you to look at me, I didn't even care because I knew you were worth it, and we're worth it, and honestly, I'm always right. Because you are worth it, and we're obviously worth it, because you make me so happy. Like so happy. I've never been happier, honestly, like I don't shut up about you, it really annoys people, I think and- oh. Yeah I'm doing it again.

"Which is why I'm here, obviously. You've shown me that love isn't a stupid love at first sight fairy tale, it's so much better. Every day I spend loving you is better than the last, and all I want to do is make you happy. And plus, you're so beautiful and you make my heart melt and I think I would combust if I could call you my husband. So..maybe...would you marry me, Regulus? Please? Because I think I'll die if I can't be your husband."

Staring down at James, Regulus's brain was short-circuiting, so much so that all he could think to say was, "You really mentioned Evans in you proposal, James?"

But tears were flowing and he jumped into his boyfriend's arms before he could respond properly, kissing him soundly on the lips, almost knocking the ring out of his shaking hands.

"Yes, James. Of course I'll marry you, you idiot," Regulus whispered, grinning from ear to ear.