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heartshiii · 14 hours
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Happy Birthday to my Favourite Desi Boy <333
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I'm so happy was able to draw something, all thanks to @bellaxisworld for sending me the ref so this one's for you 😌❤️ mwahhhhhh
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ecstarry · 3 days
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"Safe" a microfic for one of my favorite people @ninety-two-bees
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“There you are, love,” James’ voice was always at its gentlest when he spoke to Regulus. The moment he realized his husband was no longer in the party, he knew exactly where to look for him: the greenhouse. 
Inside, with beautiful glass windows and flowers all around, there was Regulus, the most precious living creature taking refuge in the green sanctuary. He turned around before James had even spoken; they could recognize each other’s presence instantly.
"Here I am," Regulus responded as he took off his gloves, his bare hands finding their way to James’ face. No matter how careful he was, he could always count on a little bit of dirt left in his palm. James never minded getting dirty, not with Regulus.
"Are you okay?" James held him closer as he finished his question.
"Yes, just a little overwhelmed, I think."
"That’s okay. Do you want to stay here a little longer?" James' suggestion was genuine, as it always was.
"I can go back now." James arched his brow and tenderly squeezed his husband's arm. It was his way of saying both ‘it’s okay if you don’t want to’ and ‘I love you’. James always knew how to communicate with Regulus without words, just as easily as Regulus gave him his answer with a kiss: ‘I love you too, I’m okay’.
As much as Regulus loved the greenhouse, his safest place would always be next to James.
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bykarax · 2 days
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bellaxisworld · 2 days
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february 28, @jegulus-microfic prompt: remain. word count: 682.
The air is crisp and sweet with the smell of fresh fruit and wildflowers. Regulus feels overly warm from the overhead sun, slightly overwhelmed by the intensity, but he basks in every second of it. He wouldn’t change this moment for anything. 
James tugs on his hand and he turns, eyes shining with adoration as he looks up at him. James’ brown skin is golden in the daylight, and even he has a flush across his cheeks. He’s in his element, Regulus thinks, one with the sun. He wants to pause this moment and capture it, memorize it, hang it up and stare at it all day. He doesn’t think life has ever been this good, staring at and adoring the image of James Potter under the sun. 
James smiles and Regulus feels his heart squeeze in his chest, again overwhelmed by the pure aching infatuation he feels for him. He wants to touch the smile with his fingertips, just to make sure it’s real. He wants to grab the smile and wrestle with it, bruise it, maim it—because it is real, and he loves it, and he wants to feel it underneath his delicate, bruising hand. 
He refocuses on James, and looks to the trinkets and crystal rings he points at. He nods along and pretends to watch what James shows him, but really his eyes are always drawn back to James. 
They walk through the market, hand in sticky hand, and Regulus clings to James, fearful he’d simply float away if he let go any little bit. James is far too precious to him, he wouldn’t risk it. So he holds on tight.
They laugh, and they joke, and they share fruit-sticky kisses under the sun. They sip from a cold strawberry lemonade and skip along cobblestones, sharing smiles with strangers and petting every dog. James stops and picks the prettiest wildflowers to build a mini bouquet for Regulus. He shakes his head fondly and holds it close to his chest, prepared to protect and cherish every petal.
They come across a thick and shaded oak tree, and they stumble underneath, limbs overlapping and wrapped around each other. Regulus lay his head on James’ shoulder, and they listen to each other breathe. Their hands are intertwined, pale skin against golden, and Regulus thinks of it as its own masterpiece—the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, them intertwined. 
James makes Regulus laugh until both of their bellies ache, and he’s hot and his body feels heavy but he has never felt more love than now, and he wonders if it’s possible for James to plaster a permanent smile on his face. He wonders if he will ever stop smiling, giggling in the arms of James Potter. Because, that’s the thing—when he’s with James, he smiles and laughs until his cheeks hurt, (and that’s another beautiful thing, the duality of happiness and its sister anguish) but he never wishes to stray more than a foot away from James, so maybe he’ll always be smiling. The part of him that craves misery claws and scowls in his chest—but he finds smiling everyday is a small price to pay for the great love of his life that is James. 
Eventually, James pulls out a butterfly knife from his pocket, and he starts on the tree. He digs in and chips away at the bark, carving out the characters J + R. Regulus looks at it and feels the eternity of them wash over him—him and James, everlasting.
He rewards James’ act of romance with kisses and kisses and more kisses until the sun dips low, and the heat fades, but they laze about, content under the tree among the wildflowers. Regulus tastes strawberries and the feeling of forever on his lips, borne from messy kisses shared with James. 
The magic of the day never fades. Their once-adolescent love grows into something unconditional, and they do not stray far from one another. Even their initials remain long after, carved into the tree with careful hands, a precious moment stuck in time.
chapter 28/29 of february, i'm yours microfics on ao3.
i am trying HARD to finish this fic. i have been battling. im a month late but we're getting there, babes <3 one more microfic to go
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sixlane · 8 hours
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@croptopjames submission | 1.5k words | NSFW - dom/sub, praise, degradation, spanking, gagging
Dedicating this to euge @ecstarry for brainrotting with me and lune @sommerregenjuniluft because we talked about dancer james once. Love you guys <3
Regulus walks the length of the studio assessing the attire of his dancers. He has a strict policy of professionalism that he makes no exceptions for, and James has been pushing his luck recently. 
He had hired James as an apprentice only a few months ago, but he was already regretting the decision. Not because of James’ abilities, but because of his utter lack of respect. 
James is a brilliant dancer, don’t get him wrong. He came from the most prestigious modern dance conservatory in the country, and Regulus had managed to sign him right out of school. 
He’s inclined to say James wasn’t worth the work, but that wouldn’t be completely true. He may make Regulus’ life a living hell, but he’s fucking gorgeous on stage, all lean muscles and strong lines. It’s captivating to watch, even more so when he gets to see it up close. 
As Regulus makes his way across the room, he catches sight of James in the back sporting gray joggers and— he has to take a minute to register what he’s seeing. Is that a fucking crop top? 
James just flashes a knowing smirk, staring Regulus down. He’s been called out for wardrobe infractions at least three times this month, and it’s starting to get old. 
“Sirius,” Regulus calls out to his brother, but more importantly, his rehearsal director. “Can you start the warm up? I need to have a word with Potter.”
A few snickers sound throughout the studio because his employees can be fucking children sometimes, and Sirius nods, getting up from his spot on the floor. 
Regulus turns toward the door, knowing James will follow him, and makes his way to his office down the hall. 
He only has to stand behind his desk for a minute, arms crossed, before James waltzes in, closing the door behind him. 
“This is grossly unprofessional, you do realize that,” Regulus deadpans. 
“I do realize that,” James responds innocently, batting his lashes. 
Regulus runs his eyes over the man standing in front of him, something he didn’t want to do in front of everyone in the studio. 
The top hits a few inches above his navel and exposes the soft lines of his abs and a stripe of dark hair that trails beneath his joggers. 
“Eyes up here,” James says, bringing Regulus’ attention back to the matter at hand. 
He gives James a stern look and leans forward on his desk.
“How many times do I have to tell you this won’t be tolerated in my company?” he asks. 
James’ eyes darken and he leans forward to mirror Regulus. “Not sure. Will you tell me again?”
The audacity of this man… Well, Regulus thinks, maybe it’ll stick this time. 
He reaches across the table casually, stroking a hand across James’ face. The dancer leans into it, fluttering his eyes shut for a moment, before Regulus reaches around his head to grab a fistful of his hair.
James opens his eyes and a slanted smile pulls at his mouth.
“Keep your hands on the table,” Regulus says before pushing James’ head down onto his desk. “Don’t move.”
James goes willingly, bending in half over the desk like a dream.
Regulus walks around to stand behind him, admires the curve of his ass and the ridges of his spine where they’re exposed under his shirt. He runs his fingers over them, eliciting a small shiver from James.
Regulus dips his hands into the waistband of James’ joggers, sinking his nails into the soft skin, before roughly pushing his pants down around his ankles.
James’ breathing picks up, his anticipation getting the better of him. Regulus would love to draw this out, but he’s afraid he hasn’t got the time today.
He smacks James’ ass once, causing the other man to jolt and let out a soft whine.
“Stay quiet,” Regulus commands.
James nods in confirmation. A lie, most likely.
Regulus lets a finger wander through the cleft of James’ ass, circling his rim in slow and deliberate movements. He keeps his eyes on James’ face where it’s pressed against his desk. His eyes are shut, mouth open. 
“You’re so pretty like this,” Regulus says. “When you’re not talking back to me.”
James makes a needy noise pressing his hips back onto Regulus’ finger, searching for a fullness he knows is coming.
Regulus smacks him again across the same spot as before. “Don’t get greedy. You know how this works.”
James nods again looking at Regulus now. His pupils are absolutely blown and it’s all Regulus can think about. The desperate want in his eyes.
“Tell me,” Regulus instructs.
James rolls his eyes back as he starts to lightly circle his rim again.
“Words, James.”
“You’re in charge,” James breathes.
“And I can do whatever I want with you,” Regulus adds.
“Whatever you want.”
“Good boy.” Regulus pulls his hand away again, but James doesn’t get a chance to protest before it’s being pushed into his mouth. “Now suck.”
James moans around his fingers, hollowing his cheeks and making a show out of it. He knows this undoes Regulus every time, watching as he listens so well, follows every command. It’s a high he’ll be riding for the rest of rehearsal.
“That’s right baby, get them nice and wet for me,” Regulus praises, bringing his other hand up to grab at James’ hip, keep him from moving too much.
When spit starts to drip down his chin, Regulus pulls his fingers away, and the noise James makes is fucking filthy. A keen he’s sure the whole company just heard, and that just won’t fly. 
Regulus moves his hand from James’ hip up into his hair, yanking him back until he’s hovering above the desk.
“James, what did I fucking say,” Regulus hisses. “Do you need something in your mouth? Hm? Such a slut for it you can’t follow simple directions?”
James moans loudly, a please falling from his lips somewhere in there.
Regulus releases him and he falls back onto the desk with a whine. 
Going back around his desk, Regulus fishes through his bottom drawer with his clean hand, finding what he’s looking for. A dress code appropriate t-shirt he keeps for times like these, when James just can’t help himself. He shoves it in James’ mouth harshly then pats him on the cheek. 
“There you go baby. Now you can tell me just how much you like it.”
And James does without a second thought, immediately filling the room with muffled noises.
Regulus resumes his position behind the dancer, running his spit-slick fingers against James’ hole.
“Ready?” He asks.
James is a mess, barely there at this point even though Regulus hasn’t even done anything, but he nods anyway, and Regulus pushes a finger in slowly.
“Always so tight for me baby.”
“Mmph,” James moans around the shirt. He tries to fuck his hips forward into nothing, desperate for some friction against his neglected cock, but Regulus holds him still. He should know by now that he’ll stay untouched until Regulus allows it.
Once he feels James is ready, he adds another finger, leaning down to spit into the place where they slide into James. He increases the speed, crooking them to brush the spot that reduces James to a moaning mess. 
He sees James’ eyes roll back again as he makes a muffled sound, so debauched and fucked out already. 
For the first time, Regulus notices his own wetness pooling in his briefs, but he ignores it. This isn’t about him.
“Can you be a good boy and take another,” Regulus asks, and James nods enthusiastically. If he wasn't gagged, Regulus knows he’d be begging, has heard it enough times to memorize the sound.
Regulus pulls out completely, watching James’ hole flutter briefly around nothing, before pushing three fingers back in.
James balls his fists against the desk, barely moving his hips, trying so hard to be good. Regulus decides to cut him some slack.
“Fuck yourself on them baby, it’s okay.”
James obeys immediately, pushing his hips back wildly and making ungodly sounds that he wishes he could hear unobstructed. 
Caught up in the image of James losing control, Regulus reaches around to touch his neglected cock where it’s been leaking onto the floor. He collects the precome beading at the tip to soften the slide, and pumps James slowly in time with the movement of his hips.
“You close? Gonna come for me?” Regulus asks, sugar sweet.
James barely responds, but the crease between his eyebrows gives him away. Regulus knows it means he’s heading toward the edge of the cliff.
Quickly, before it’s too late, Regulus pulls his hand away, pulls his fingers out, leaving James empty and neglected once again.
He smacks James’s ass roughly, then digs his fingers into the flesh, punishing.
Leaning forward, he puts his mouth right up against James’ ear, “Only good boys get to come, James. I expect you back in rehearsal in five minutes wearing that shirt in your mouth.”
James sobs into the fabric, ruined and undoubtedly aching, and Regulus leaves him there to clean himself up.
Maybe this time he’ll finally learn his lesson.
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florsial · 6 hours
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for anyone wondering, Vampire James' daily routine is meet Regulus' current incarnation, spend some decades all fine and dandy and in love, and then break down for like a a year or two, the go hunt for Regulus new incarnation and rinse and repeat.
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lulublack90 · 15 hours
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Prompt 27 - Birthday
@jegulus-microfic March 27 Word count 902
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James arrived at his parent’s house the next morning with Sirius in tow. 
“Jamie!” Effie greeted him enthusiastically. Throwing her arms around him and hugging him so tightly, she lifted him off the floor. “Happy birthday, darling!” 
“Hi, Mum,” James beamed, feeling the love his mum gave him. She put him back on his feet and grabbed Sirius. “Hello, Sirius, sweetheart. How are you? You haven’t been around for ages, darling.” She released a guilty-looking Sirius. 
“Sorry, Effie. Moody wouldn’t let me out, and then we’ve been busy.” He pointed to James. “I promise I’ll make it up.” 
“Don’t be silly, Sirius. You don’t have anything to make up for. Just make sure you pop in when you can. We’ve missed you.” She smoothed his hair in a motherly way and herded them into the kitchen, where Monty was fighting with a frying pan.
“Effie, my love.” He didn’t need to say anymore as Effie swooped in and rescued the pan from him. He kissed her on the cheek in thanks and then rounded on his boys. 
“You don’t write, you don’t visit?” He joked as he scooped them both into his arms in a bone-breaking hug. 
Lunch was a jolly affair. Effie had cooked all James’s favourites and baked him a Victoria sponge cake. He blew out the candles after a rendition of Happy Birthday, and they sat in the living room enjoying a slice of cake and a cup of tea. 
Monty handed James a small pile of gifts, and Sirius pulled out a bottle of Ogden’s best firewhisky from Godric knows where complete with a huge red and gold bow. 
“We can crack it open tonight.” Sirius grinned, waggling his eyebrows. 
“Oh, are you having the girls over? How lovely.” Effie smiled as she watched James open the rest of his presents. He looked up at Sirius before he answered her. 
“Erm, no. Just me and Sirius. The others are busy.” He wasn’t sure if they were busy or not, but he couldn’t exactly tell his parents about the party his Death Eater friends were throwing him. 
“Oh, what a shame. I do miss Marlene and her crass mouth.” 
“Mum!” James cringed. For some unknown reason, his mother doted on Marlene, especially when she said the most outrageous things that you don’t say in front of your friend’s parents. 
They spent the rest of the afternoon chasing each other around the back garden on their brooms. They finally came back indoors, tired and sweaty but very much looking forward to the party later. 
“We’re going to get off, Mum,” James said as they walked back into the house. 
“What’s the rush? You and Sirius are just going to be alone drinking. Why not stay here, and I’ll make you my famous hangover breakfast for the morning?” They shuffled awkwardly. 
“Leave them be, Effie. They’re young men. They’re probably going round town.” Monty came to their rescue, giving them a cheeky wink as he ushered them towards the door. “Don’t leave it so long next time, boys.” He said as he hugged and kissed both of them before Effie could get her hands on them.
“Happy birthday, darling,” Effie squeezed him. They waved goodbye as they apparated back to Sirius’s flat. 
A quick shower and a change of clothes, and they were ready for Evan’s. 
Everyone was waiting for them when they arrived. 
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!” They chorused as they dragged the pair into the ballroom. It had been decked out with hundreds of balloons that drifted around the room, illuminated by the fairy lights artfully looping around the room. 
They’d set up a table with food and drinks on it. In the centre was a beautiful golden cake decorated to look like a snitch. It had delicate spun sugar wings that fluttered gently as though the cake were flying. 
“Wow, guys, this is amazing. Thank you.” James couldn’t believe how much effort they’d put in for him. It hadn’t been very long ago that they’d have happily hurled curses at him, let alone plan a birthday party for him. 
Regulus tucked himself under James’s arm and handed him a small flat box. He gladly accepted it. It was very light, and he couldn’t even guess what could be inside it. He opened the black box, and there, nestled inside, were season tickets for Puddlemere United. His eyes went wide. 
“There’s two in there,” Regulus told him. “Hopefully, after the war is over. I’ll be able to use the other one. Until then, I suppose you can take my idiot brother.” James wrapped him in a hug and kissed him passionately.
“Thank you, Regulus. It’s my favourite gift ever.” He kissed him again, enjoying the pink flush that coloured Regulus’s face.
“Oi, and what about my gift?” Barty came over, breaking them apart. 
“Barty, you got him broom polish.” Regulus rolled his eyes at his friend. 
“Yeah, the best broom polish on the market. His broom’s going to be so smooth he’s going to slip right off it.” 
Sirius got the music playing, and then they were dancing. 
“James couldn’t believe he got to spend his birthday with his closest friends and his boyfriend. This was shaping up to be his best birthday ever, and when Regulus reached up and whispered in his ear and pulled him out of the room and upstairs, he decided it definitely was his best birthday.     
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lexithwrites · 3 days
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67 and jegulus xx
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thank you for the prompt love!
67. “Of all the people I could’ve gotten stuck in an elevator with and it just had to be you.”
Regulus hated his apartment building. It was somewhat new and flashy, sure, but was it built correctly? From the amount of times the elevator had been out of order that year, he assumed not. Taking the stairs had become a normal part of his and his brother's routine since they moved there, and even though it killed his knees every single time, getting the extra steps in wasn't terrible.
But seeing James Potter the moment he came out of the stairwell was.
"Jesus, were you waiting for me?" Regulus grunted as soon as he saw James' grin, huffing as he held on tight to his shopping bags.
"You want some help?"
"No, thank you, I can carry them myself." Regulus walked past him. He wasn't mean for no reason, far from it. He had met James on move in day and he just so happened to be in the apartment across from him and Sirius. He had seemed sweet at first, and god Regulus thought he was hot. Too hot, actually. So hot that he had dreams about him for weeks until he finally plucked up the courage to ask him out.
Well, he taped a note to his door. He thought it was cute.
"Reg, your brother invited me over to watch a movie later," James sang as he followed Regulus down the hall—he never got the hint to just leave Regulus alone.
"Okay."
"You wanna watch with us?"
"I'm good." Regulus balanced one bag on his hip as he fumbled with his keys, suddenly feeling a hand come up and take them from him. "Give them back—"
"Can you just let me help you? God, you're so dramatic." James muttered as he unlocked the door only to turn around again to see scowl on his neighbour's face.
"When will you leave me alone?" Regulus spat, snatching the keys back and almost dropping a bag in the process.
"When will you ever accept help?"
"I do accept help," Regulus lied, "just not from you." He stumbled into the flat and slammed the door before James could get another word in, and he let out a heavy.
That note had been ignored for two weeks. Two fucking weeks. James never said yes to the date and never even acknowledged it. It was like he took one look at it and threw it away. He didn't care. He was nice to him because he was Sirius' brother, that was all. And Regulus hated him.
Hated him because he was hot and he didn't like him back.
When the elevator finally got fixed, it was like a blessing from heaven. Regulus could now quickly jump in and avoid James altogether. No longer getting cornered on the stairs, not having to awkwardly walk down flights and flights without saying anything, just peaceful silence.
Except, when Regulus got in to go to the lobby and check his mail, James also noticed the lift and grinned. "Hey, it's fixed!"
Regulus tried to slam his hand on the button but James had practically sprinted to it, and he jumped through the closing doors just in time.
"Fuck sake," Regulus grumbled and leaned against the wall, folding his arms and glaring at the back of James' perfect, curly head. "Are you stalking me?"
"Nope." James popped the 'p' for effect. "Just going shopping. You?"
"Mail."
"Ooo, fun."
"James—"
"Why do hate me so much?" James turned to look over his shoulder at him and Regulus went still. "You avoid me, you snap at me, you basically want to develop Superman powers to shoot a laser through my head—"
"Don't act innocent, you know why I'm mad at you. It was a dick move," Regulus spat, "you could have just said you weren't interested."
James blinked, looking very confused. "What are you—" the lights flickered and without thinking, Regulus gripped the bar that wrapped around the edge of the lift, feeling his knuckles go white as the lift came to an abrupt, clunky halt. No. Fuck, no.
"Fuck! I thought they fixed it!" James pressed some buttons, but of course nothing happened. "Dammit." Regulus scoffed behind him. "Now what?"
“Of all the people I could’ve gotten stuck in an elevator with and it just had to be you.”
"And what's so wrong with me?" James fully spun around to face him and Regulus backed himself into the corner. "You're such a dick to me, Reg."
"You pretended like I never gave you that stupid note! I was really nervous, okay? I've never asked anyone out before and you just ghosted me! And now you hang out at my apartment and basically kiss my brothers ass like you never did anything wrong!" The two of them went very quiet, only the soft whirring of the elevator attempting to start back up around them.
"What are you talking about? You asked me out? When?" James frowned.
"Christ, like, a month ago. More than that. I put that note on your door and asked you out to dinner and you just—"
"I didn't get a note!" James looked genuinely confused and now so was Regulus.
"You...I taped it there, it was bright green, how could you miss it?"
"I swear I never saw anything, are you like...pranking me?"
"Why would I pretend to ask you out?"
"I mean, you already act like a dick, I wouldn't be surprised."
"Fuck you! I'm a dick because you ghosted me!"
"I didn't even know you liked me!"
"Of course I like you!" Silence.
James blinked a few times and then licked his lips. "You still like me?"
Regulus could tell he was blushing and he looked away. "No. I mean, no. You're an asshole. Why would I?"
"Because you just said."
"Well...explain the note."
"Christ, we have cleaners! Maybe it fuckin' fell or something and they swept it up? You know how many letters I've dropped in the hallway and never seen again?"
"So what, you just don't pay bills that you lose?"
James rolled his eyes. "Look, if you genuinely asked me out...I'm really sorry I didn't see it. I would have said yes, of course I would have." Regulus shuffled his feet nervously and James smiled. "Were you really that mad at me?"
"Yes," he mumbled and James smiled even wider. "don't look at me like that."
"What, that I like you and you're adorable when you're embarrassed?"
"I'm not embarrassed, fuck off."
"Ask me again." James stood a little taller and Regulus felt his mouth get dry. Could someone please rescue them from this stupid lift already?
"Ask what?"
"Ask me out."
"James—"
"Please?" He had that fucking look in his eye from the first day they met, hopeful, and Regulus melted.
"Would you like to go to dinner with me, James?"
"I thought you'd never ask. But we have to get the fire department first, or you'll be eating me for dinner to survive." Regulus almost regretted asking him again.
Almost.
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gaybeanman · 3 days
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Imagina a jegulus au where there just little old men living there life
They live just outside a small town in a nice houce with a massive garden
Regulus teaches music lessons in a little shed in there yard (it's quite lardge) that they converted into an office he has a bunch of instruments and will teach any age whatever they want to learn and will ocaionaly volunteer to help at the schools music program or play background music for a local play
While he dose this James Gardens and builds he has created the most beautiful gardens there are to of them one out the front full of fruit trees that reguluses students can take and one in the back full of vegetables for them to cook with a so so many flowers every day regulus office has a new bunch he will ocaionaly biuld random things stands for a guitar a new shelf just whatever and gift them to his husband he also will sometimes voluneer for the local gardening programs or to try and get kids interested in nature
It's so nice seeing them interact with the little kids because they both have such a soft spot for children
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not-rab · 5 months
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James: How did you get your brother to co-operate with you?
Sirius: I threatened to reveal his dark secret.
James: Which is what?
Sirius: I have no idea, I was bluffing, but it must be something horrible.
James *nervous sweating*:
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daddiesdrarryy · 3 months
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Barty: You slept with Potter?
Regulus: I didn’t know what else to do! He had those big, sad eyes. I couldn’t help it!
Evan: …sure, sounds like you had no other choice
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courfee · 2 months
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oby jeggy is a different kind of dsfkdsf so here is them from the first fic in that series, i will touch you with my mind by my love @itsjaywalkers
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my-castles-crumbling · 4 months
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Falling asleep in the dorms…
“Sirius?”
“Yeah?”
“I don’t think I like Evans anymore.”
“Shit mate, took you long enough.”
“Heh. Yeah.”
“Sirius?”
“Yeah, Prongs?”
“I might like boys. Also. Like as well as girls.”
“Join the club, Prongs. Just stay the fuck away from Moony.”
“Noted.”
“Sirius?”
“Yeah, mate?”
“What if I like a particular bloke?”
“…it’s not me, is it? Because Moony would probably kill you.”
“No.”
….
“Sirius?”
“Yes, Prongs?”
“It’s your brother.”
“I know.”
“You know?”
“Yeah, I was just fucking with you before.”
“Right.”
“Sirius?”
“Yes Prongs?”
“That’s…it’s okay?”
“Yes, James. I’d rather it be you than anyone else, to be honest.”
“Alright.”
“Sirius?”
“Go the fuck to sleep, Prongs. We’ll come up with a plan to woo him tomorrow.”
“Alright.”
….
“James?”
“What’s up, Padfoot?”
“Take care of him, alright?”
“…..yeah. Yeah, of course.”
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the-original-gays · 3 months
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James: I am 100% straight.
Sirius: Remus Lupin, freshly showered, in nothing but a towl.
James: I am 90% straight.
Lily: Frank Longbottom in his quiditch uniform.
James: I am 80% straight.
Remus: Regulus black with a ring on each finger.
James: I am not straight.
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bellaxisworld · 10 hours
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february, i'm yours.
29 days of jegulus microfic prompts: the whole collection, posted on ao3.
jegulus | 18.8k words | 29/29 chapters
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stargazing
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R: -and i’m right there, “the heart of the lion”,
J: i love you
R: while sirius is over there, the brightest star in the canis major constellation
J: i love you
R: …you’re not listening, are you?
J: i love you
god i hate it when i’m stargazing with my lover and i’m infodumping abt the stars but they’re too busy staring longingly at me instead of listening (pls god when will it be my turn)
this is for you, @wrenvyx i hope you like it :)
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