I think about this image almost daily. The amount of songs I need to lobotomize me is uncanny.

Quick! What poets make you think od Remus, Lily, and Regulus? I need ideas

James and Marlene both have ADHD and both spent several of their former years studying different languages and learning lost or uncommon languages so they can gossip with each other without worrying about people hearing them, which becomes a problem when they make friends with nosy multi-lingual people.

Usually they default to Hindi or Spanish, what with James' first language being Hindi and Marlene growing up in a Hispanic family. But then Regulus started learning Hindi for James and already knew Spanish, Remus picked up Hindi after James spent a day where he drunkenly complained that speaking English all the time was hard, and Dorcas picked up Spanish.

So they'll usually switch to Italian, which stopped when they learned that both Dorcas and Barty spoke Italian. After that, they tend to go for German. But when their friends start pulling out German dictionaries, they'll move onto Japanese.

They go through most of their languages: Dutch (once again, dictionaries), Turkish (weirdly enough, Evan knows how to speak it), Latin (which they learn that Regulus, Pandora, and Remus know), Greek (which brings out more dictionaries), Swahili (how Lily knew that one, neither of them know).

They've even tried sign language, which doesn't work because all of the latest Black generation knows sign language.

Finally, one day they can best their friends. It comes with a very frustrated sigh as Barty shouts, "Gaelic? Really?" It doesn't take that long before they have to find another language.

All of Hogwarts assumes that James is straight, even the other marauders. It makes sense, the athletic prankster that's been obsessed with Lily Evans for years? No way he might fancy men.

Until one day, everyone is talking about it and Marlene just goes, "James? James Potter? The most androgynous person on earth? Straight?"

Heather's au where Avery, Mulciber, and Snape are the Heather's, Reg is Veronica, and Jamea is JD please and thank you

If We Were Vampires by Motel Drive is so marauders coded it hurts

When Model!Regulus came out as trans, his previous stylist quit, stating that she didn't want to 'encourage that lifestyle.' After that, his brother Sirius--who has been in the industry for just as long as he--tells Regulus that his stylist (and boyfriend) knew a kid from school that would be willing to work with him: one James Potter.

It's not like James and Sirius didn't know each other until this happened, in fact they had made a very fast friendship and through that, Regulus was able to get to know James in the past. While he wasn't the most fond of James, Regulus figured that they'd try with one even and see if Regulus actually liked what James could do. And they work together perfectly.

A year later, James is helping Regulus get undressed after the most recent event that he had to go to and Regulus laughs, "Sirius was telling me about how he was so happy that I gave you a chance. Talked about how I clearly liked the way that you dressed me."

James grins up at his boyfriend from where he's helping him out of his platform boots, "If only he knew you liked the way that I undress you aswell."

"I don't think he'd want to know about that." Regulus rolls his eyes, pulling his boyfriend up to his level to kiss him.

I saw @messylilysworld do this and now I'm curious. So who's handwriting do I have?

James and Reggie doing that tiktok trend where two people are walking and the camera pans back and forth between them.

James: "It's a Jegulus fic, of course Regulus is already hopelessly and completely in love with me before it even starts." Regulus: "It's a Jegulus fic, of course James is going to be compared to the sun."

James: "It's a Jegulus fic, of course there's going to be background wolfstar, dorlene, and rosekiller"

Regulus: "It's a Jegulus fic, of course Sirius and I are going to start speaking French and James and Moony are going to get horribly turned on."

James: *points phone down at his feet* "Wait, can you do that right now?" Regulus: *off screen* "No James, we're in the middle of making a video." James: "It's a Jegulus fic, of course Reggie is going to slip up and accidently call me James after calling me "Potter" for the last 40 chapters." Regulus: "It's a Jegulus fic, of course Sirius is going to go crazy as soon as he finds out me and James are together." James: "It's a Jegulus fic, of course Reg can't swim." Regulus: *points the camera down to his feet* "James, what the fuck, that was a low blow." Regulus: *with revenge in his eyes* "It's a Jegulus fic, of course James and my brother have a ridiculously unhealthy obsession and codependency with one another" James: *with love in his eyes* "It's a Jegulus fic, of course I love my star so much that I would live, die, or kill for him" Regulus: *drops the phone, only their feet can be seen as he runs to James* "Tu vas payer pour m'avoir fait rougir, chéri"

James is tall and well known despite only being close with a couple people. He's got a central lip piercing and a massive RBF. Most people are scared of approaching him for fear that he's rude or judgmental.

But he's not. Just because his smile drops whenever he finishes a conversation or he sits quietly to himself doesn't mean that his kindness isn't genuine and indiscriminately.

All of his friends have told him that they assumed he would hate them or not be as accepting as he turned out to be. At this point he's unsurprised when people tell him something along those lines.

But really, his piercings made him feel hot and his RBG is genetic and he didn't realize that he could teach his face to not look mean.

Honestly, it's his docile-looking quiet boyfriend that everyone should be worries about.

Sal Fisher with a wolf cut. Sal Fisher with a wolf cut. Sal Fisher with a wolf cut. Sal Fisher with a wolf cut. Sal Fisher with a wolf cut. Sal Fisher with a wolf cut. Sal Fisher with a wolf cut. Sal Fisher with a wolf cut. Sal Fisher with a wolf cut. Sal Fisher with a wolf cut. Sal Fisher with a wolf cut. Sal Fisher with a wolf cut. Sal Fisher with a w-

@jegulus-microfic / scent / 386 words / euge's microfics

"Of course it's him," Regulus mumbles, his voice barely audible, as he stares at a cauldron with a scent so distinct and intense that it might as well have been a banner with the name James Potter in technicolor.

"Are you okay, mate?" Evan’s voice snaps him out of his trance. Without waiting to see if his friends have heard his goodbye, Regulus rushes out of the classroom and scuttles towards the Quidditch pitch.

Entering the pitch, Regulus is barely able to catch his breath. A third-year Gryffindor is hardly on the ground when Regulus pushes him aside and quickly meets James in the air.

"What are—?" James starts.

"Shut up, okay? It’s you," Regulus interrupts, hoping that his voice and adoring gaze will be enough for James to understand.

"Me?"

"It’s your hair, the conditioner you use, the scent of your broom polish, even your sweaty Quidditch clothes after practice. It’s your loud laugh. Oh god, it’s your smile, James. It’s the fact that you smell like summer, and I hate the heat but I don’t ever want to be far enough that I’m no longer privy to your warmth. James, it’s you."

"Love, what are you talking about?"

"I smelled you today, James. In potions, I already knew, but god it was so clear. Grand gestures are your thing, but I just had to see you."

They are both still on their brooms, electricity flying all around, inevitably drawing them closer. James quickly vanishes the remaining space between them and effortlessly transfers Regulus to his own broom. Just as promptly, he flies them both to the ground.

"James—"

Regulus is immediately pushed against an archway with James’ hands taking care of his waist and James’ mouth on every surface of his face.

“I love you. It’s you,” James presses a kiss on his forehead. “It’s your smile,” his lips now on Regulus’ nose. “It’s your freckles, and the smell of your morning cream,” James’ mouth is on his right cheek. “It’s how you look when you’re reading,” he continues his route towards Regulus’ left side. “It’s everything, love. I know too.”

Their lips found their way to each other as easily as they did two months ago for the first time. All the longing of two boys who loved deeply finding residence in between kisses.

more microfics here

Lowkey may or may not be getting back into my Sally Face phase. Don't be surprised if those motherfuckers show up on my account soon.

I need Brandon Sanderson to not be a magical author. His imagery is just *chef's kiss* and I risk reading his books in public because this man ruthlessly rips my heart from my chest and shatters it while I'm in my fucking Government class.

I hate him... he's an amazing author.

James's hyperfixation and special interest is languages. He speaks eight, he's only fluent in two (English and Hindi/Spanish, take your pic) but he's conversational in the other six: Japanese, German, French, Swedish, Italian, and Latin. He also knows sign language and has bugged Remus to teach him Welsh (which he agreed to, but they haven't started yet). James has an entire shelf at home full of translation dictionaries, books, and worksheets.

Only Marlene and Pete know the extent of it and he thoroughly enjoys listening to the people of Hogwarts and their drama.

Regulus and Sirius only find out that James has known what they've been saying to him because Regulus passively asks Sirius something in French and James responds for him (could be in French or English, either way he understood what was said).

Update: This has now been turned into something a bit longer!

“Screw you, Reggie!” Sirius shouts, walking into the kitchen where James and Regulus have settled with some breakfast that James made them, “I don’t want to hear you moaning ever again!”

“No thanks,” Regulus responds with a smirk, “You’re my brother and James screws me well enough.” James blushes at the words but doesn’t otherwise react, even as Sirius sputters. 

However, all three boys flush with pure embarrassment when Effie walks into the room with an entertained grin and a, “Good morning boys, I take it you had an adventurous night.” She steps further into the kitchen and starts grabbing things to make food, seemingly oblivious to the shame positively radiating off the three boys she cares for.

It’s not like they aren’t aware of Effie knowing about that stuff--she has a biological son and he was their miracle baby, even though James doesn’t like thinking about it, she’s not unaware of sex. And logic dictates that she and Monty know about their teenage boys having sex, but that doesn’t mean they want to talk to her about it, or have her overhear anything to do with their sex lives. The Potters may be the cool parents of the group, but that’s just not the relationship anyone has with them. Or so they thought.

Until Lily comes waltzing into the room with bags under her eyes and a dopey grin, “Effie,” she starts, continuing when the woman hums in response, “I got to the scene.”

Effie turns around, “The scene?”

Lily nods and collapses into a chair, seemingly melting into herself and the chair, “Euphemia Potter, that was…”

The woman grins, “Isn’t it?”

“I couldn’t put it down.” She grins, blushing, “It was one of those things where it was 1 in the morning and I was going to stop at the end of my chapter but then it started. And holy shit, Effie, it was toe-curling. I didn’t put it down until about 3.” As she finishes, Monty walks into the kitchen and the girl sighs, “Monty, you are one lucky man.” Effie laughs as Monty’s face twists up and Lily fans her face, laughing harder when she notices the way that James’ face has started to twist up in a mix of confusion and disgust. 

“She got to the scene in the book,” Effie explains to her husband, watching with mirth as she watches recognition light up his face, “the one that I lent her.”

Monty mouths and ‘oh’ and nods, turning properly to the girl, “What’d you think?”

“It was so long and…” she takes a deep breath and fans herself, “Oh, it was delightful.”

James, by this time, has gone quite pale and it appears that Sirius and Regulus didn’t know how to react, “What are you… talking about?”

“You don’t want to know, kid.” Monty laughs, ruffling his son’s hair. 

“No, I don’t think I do.” he shakes his head.

Lily laughs, “Then don’t read anything from your mom’s personal bookshelf.” James scowls, which makes her and Effie laugh harder. 

“Oh, it’s not that bad.” Effie rolls her eyes.

“Well, I feel a lot less bad about you hearing our conversation.” Sirius mutters.

In all of Hogwarts, one of the most unexpected friendships is Regulus and James. While he knows they're friends, not even Sirius knows how their friendship started--since it wasn't through him--purely because they refuse to tell him.

It started when Regulus found James breaking down in the astronomy tower one night. Regulus, who was genuinely concerned for the, normally very happy, boy asked him what was wrong but he didn't get a response. Instead, James just started sobbing harder and profusely apologizing that Regulus had to see him like this for a couple minutes before he stands up and runs out of the tower.

A couple days later, Regulus is able to corner James and ask him what that night was about. James, albeit very reluctantly, confides in Regulus that he's terrified of the future and doesn't actually know what he's going to do and that he's just trying to avoid graduating so he doesn't have to think about it.

And, in return, Regulus tells James that he's overworked himself to the point that he's entirely burnt out--enough that he genuinely can't even enjoy reading--and that he can't not do work.

From there, the two of them spend time confiding in each other and helping each other through their breakdowns and burn-outs, at least in private. In public, their friendship is purely skin-deep; they don't know each other well but get along fine enough.

Eventually, though, James graduates and moves into an apartment not far from his childhood home with Sirius, Remus, and Peter and Regulus spends that summer relaxing either at the apartment or at the Potters' house where he is finally able to get back into reading.