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“Where the regulus black to my James potter” yall I kin James potter sm it’s painful but he is sm stronger than me. I’m so fr I would CRUMBLED if I was in love with someone and they acted like Reggie did (I love my boy sm tho) but like I couldn’t handle it. Like in the beginning when he acts like he hates James, I would cry myself to sleep. Y’all r stronger than me bc my low ass self esteem could NEVER (even tho Reggie is so worth it)

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Their first year, the Black brothers couldn’t attend their charm classes completely. They would exit the class in the middle of it to not break down in front of everyone because the flashing lights scared the shit out of them. They reminded them of Walburga.

On this happy note, have a good day

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everytime a jegulus fan hates/slanders lily, a fairy dies

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More Random Jegulus Parenting Headcanons (part 2)

TW: Mentions of abusive childhood, parenting guilt (fear of continuing cycle of abuse), mentions of food restriction as punishment.

The thing that hurts most is that as Regulus works hard to break the cycle of abuse he realises so many normalised aspects of his childhood were abusive. Especially in sleep-deprived moments when logic abandons him and he starts thinking instinctively.

For example: the first few weeks the baby cries nonstop - after a very long and loud night James finally rocks the baby to sleep and creeps down to his husband. Regulus is standing in the kitchen tearfully emptying bottles of prepared milk into the sink.

James is like ‘wtf?’ and carefully asks Regulus what he’s doing. Answers that he knows he should restrict feeding to train their baby to stop crying but he keeps giving in when he sees their hungry little face; he feels weak and like a terrible father so he’s removing the temptation by getting rid of the milk.

Regulus is so ashamed at his failure he can hardly look James in the eyes; after restraining the fierce urge to murder his husband’s parents James gently explains that Regulus’ instincts were right, food should never be restricted for children (or anyone) and he’s sorry Regulus had to go through that. The fact that Regulus acted against what he thought was normal proves even more that he’s an amazing father.

That night they discuss Regulus maybe attending therapy again for a while. He definitely starts meeting Sirius for coffee every week and talking honestly about their experiences parenting; during this time their relationship heals exponentially as they discuss the lasting effects of their parents’ treatment and learn to fully forgive each other.

Even with these supportive influences it takes Regulus six months before he stops constantly asking James whether a certain parenting behaviour is ‘normal’ before he does it.

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Evan Rosier, Gaslighting King since 1960

(Not with Barty though, Barty’s his bb girl and only gets bb girl treatment)

#marauders #marauders era #rosekiller #evan rosier #barty is obsessed with evan #barty jr #barty crouch jr #bartemius crouch jr #barty x evan #gaslight gatekeep girlboss #the gaslight anthem #gaslighting #gaslighting king #slytherin skittles

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(Fic I didn't know I wanted to write! So thank you for the inspiration, @wolfstarmicrofic!)

28th: Dogwalker AU

673 words

Some good old mutual pining between a dogwalker and his client!

Date My Hooman?

“Has he been a good boy?” Sirius is sitting on his knees, scratching Padfoot’s ears (and making quite the sight while doing so).

Remus crosses his arms over his chest. “Now you're just fishing for compliments. You know damn well Padfoot’s always a good boy.”

Sirius grins up at him. “Guilty as charged.” He looks back at Padfoot who's thoroughly enjoying his ear scratches. “I know my dog is great, but I love hearing other people tell me that my dog is great also.”

“Right you are,” Remus chuckles. “How was your day at the office?”

“Dreadfully dull,” Sirius replies instantly. “Really, Remus, you made some good career choices that you now get to play with dogs all day.”

“Well, I don't get to live in a house like that.” Remus nods towards Sirius’ three-story mansion with the sprawling garden around it.

Sirius winks at him as he gets up to his feet. “Maybe if you play your cards right.”

Remus can feel his cheeks heating up.

Before, he was just amused by Sirius’ flirtatious banter, and he actually gave it as good as he got. But now, he suddenly feels flustered, at a loss for words, and wholly out of his depth whenever Sirius makes a comment like that.

After long conversations, with Sirius being the last stop on Remus’ afternoon route, and being subjected to Sirius’ sharp mind and disarming sense of humour, things have changed for Remus.

He used to think that the best part of his day would always be seeing the excitement on a dog’s face when he reaches out to unclip their leash to let them run around the park and play with their friends, but now, it's like nothing compares to seeing the excitement on Sirius’ face at the end of the day as he crouches down to greet his beloved dog after long hours the office. Remus’ days have started to revolve around the moments he brings Padfoot home, and it's becoming A Problem.

“And that's not even taking into account cold, rain, new regulations, demanding clients,” Remus continues, as if he didn't hear Sirius’ last comment.

Then Remus’ own dog, Moony, dashes forward and starts licking a tail-wagging Padfoot’s face, like he knows he has to say goodbye to his friend for now, and Remus’ heart just melts. “Oh, who am I kidding? It's bloody amazing.”

When the dogs have said their goodbyes, it's time for their owners to do so as well.

“See you tomorrow?” Sirius asks.

“Of course.”

“Great.” Sirius beams at him. “Looking forward to it.”

Remus’ heart skips a beat at those words. Yes, definitely A Problem.

Sirius has given Remus the key to the annex besides the main house, so he can pick up Padfoot, take him for a long walk, and then, by the time they return, Sirius will be back from the office and usually already waiting on them.

Sirius has actually turned the annex into a space especially for Padfoot, with water and food, several dog beds, toys, and a dog door, so he can go in and out to the yard whenever he wants. Sirius has even hung framed pictures on the walls of him and Padfoot together. A fuzzy feeling spreads across Remus’ chest upon seeing those pictures. A Problem indeed.

Padfoot immediately comes running, happily wagging his tail, brimming with excitement to go on his walk.

“Calm down, Pads,” Remus laughs, as the dog keeps circling his legs and jumping up and down. “Come on, I need to attach your leash, otherwise we can't go. Hey, what you've got there, buddy?” He spots a piece of paper neatly tucked underneath Padfoot’s collar and he plucks it out. As he unfolds it, he realizes it's a note.

And as he reads, a huge smile starts to spread across Remus’ face.

Dear Remus,

You might have noticed that my hooman has quite a crush on you.

Will you please save me from his desperate pining, and let my hooman take you out on a date?

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Having even slightly popular mutuals is so cool. The king has bestowed upon me a like. Perhaps even a reblog

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soulmate au - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 308

He'd tried not to believe it. When James insisted that his crush was not unrequited; that there was something deeper there. It was impossible. He didn't deserve it.

But it was still surreal, on his seventeenth birthday, when Sirius passed him the marmalade and suddenly the soulmark on Remus's forearm started stinging.

It was almost too good to be true. It was too good to be true.

Because Sirius was straight. So that meant...

He dropped the marmalade and fled.

Every wizard knew that soulmarks didn't react until you were seventeen. So Remus had, for years, be forcing himself not to hope that his would sting and take shape the moment Sirius touched him after he came of age. Especially since Sirius hadn't said a word to him after his own birthday. He'd been completely normal. Hooked up with McKinnon, even.

But as he fled the hall, he heard Sirius's own voice call after him, and with the injuries sustained by his transformations, he was unable to run too far. "Go away, Pads. M'fine," he murmured, turning away from Sirius, who quickly caught up.

But Sirius's response wasn't what he thought it would be. "It happened to you, too, didn't it?" he asked, his voice full of tentative hope.

Remus turned around. "Too?"

"Merlin, I thought. I was so scared we wouldn't be a match. That maybe you didn't care for me like I care for you," Sirius mumbled, eyes roving over Remus's body, searching. "But James said it's pretty fucking obvious, with how you act and how it looks-" he cut himself off to lift his shirt, revealing the small outline of a wolf on his ribs. Sirius's soulmark.

Silently, Remus rolled up his sleeve to reveal the unmistakable shape of a paw print. "Sirius, I-"

"Fuck. Thank Merlin," Sirius laughed, grabbing him and kissing him soundly.

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okay i just want to come on here and say this

i joined the marauders fandom late 2023 and ever since i got on tumblr and been interacting with you all i have felt so seen and loved. whether that be even if you have told me you agree with my opinions. i have met so many beautiful people and it’s so fun talking to you all and getting on here everyday. i’ve never been in a fandom that has been so welcoming and made me SO happy. i’ve been having a pretty shit few weeks and yet every time i talk to you guys i get to breathe a little bit so i just want to say thank you 🩶

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Flushed - A Wolfstar Microfic

Based on a post by @lilyystarr ; Explicit- Minors DNI!

He couldn't tear his eyes away.

In the back of his head he knew he probably shouldn't stare. They were so new, this was the first time they were doing anything more than a good snog, he was afraid to scare the other man off.

But how could he not stare when Remus looked like that? Made those noises?

Sirius traced his fingers everywhere, over thick, muscular thighs and across bony hips, watching as Remus closed his eyes and bit his lip, his cheeks becoming flushed.

Then, without really thinking about it, he grabbed the naked cock in front of him.

Remus's cock was large, reddened from arousal, already leaking, like it was begging to be touched. And when Sirius held it is his palm, Remus let out the quietest little sound, muffled by the way he worried at his lip.

"Fuck. Remus, you're so..." Sirius whispered, mesmerized by the sight of Remus spread out before him, eyes wide and wanting.

"S'embarassing," Remus mumbled, tilting his hips just a little as Sirius tightened his fist, "I - ah - I dunno why you're looking at me like that."

"Because you're fucking hot," Sirius returned, starting to slowly move his hand up and down Remus's cock. And he was. Sirius wanted to stare for ages, to make this go for as long as possible, so he could commit this image of Remus to memory. This perfect picture of the man he'd pined after for so long, spread out before him, slowly unravelling.

"You...you like it?" Remus asked after a moment, his voice hoarse, but his eyes widening.

"Yes," Sirius nodded, his hand moving faster, eyes glued on the minute movements of Remus's hips. "Fucking gorgeous, Moony. Seeing you like this. Because- because of me."

Remus let out a moan that Sirius wanted to replay a thousand times, that he would hear again and again in his most intimate dreams. "Yes, baby. For you," he groaned, closing his eyes, his entire chest flushing pink.

"D'you..." Sirius whispered a few minutes later, still mesmerized. "Can you...will you come for me? Come on me?"

It was like he'd said the magic words, because suddenly Remus was painting Sirius's fist, letting out the most erotic sound Sirius had ever heard. And Sirius stared, open-mouthed, as Remus threw his head back, utterly in bliss. He wanted to make sculptures of this man.

When Remus calmed and Sirius's hand stilled, and Sirius didn't think he could love him any more, Remus then opened his eyes and grinned. "Your turn, love."

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your a James kinnie? Let me guess, you have a constant fear of being too much so you go out of your way to try and read people’s emotions.

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💋 ✨🌒

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james loves eating regulus out so much that he won’t stop after he comes. It’s only until regulus is too overstimulated and pushing at his shoulders that he finally stops, even though he doesn’t want to. He’s a loud and messy eater too, glasses pushed up his nose and nose to chin buried in regulus cunt, grabbing regulus by the hips to get him the least bit closer and loving the way regulus thighs clench around his head. Taking in the sounds regulus makes and how his moans get all broken and high pitched just before he comes

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the one where regulus gets really into online shopping so that he gets to see james every day

james: special package today! regulus: oh... regulus: *blushes furiously* regulus: thanks...

inspo from @jmeslovr and @onehundredflamingos and the @struttingstag server

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Prompt 27 - Diplomacy

@jegulus-microfic April 27, Word count 760

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He couldn’t believe Regulus was just going along with it. The boy’s hands were in his hair, nails scraping against his scalp. He’d never felt anything like it. James needed him to be closer, needed to feel him. So, without warning, James put his hands under his skinny thighs, and lifted him into the air, using the wall to take some of the pressure off his arms, he held Regulus.

Regulus let out a small gasp as his feet left the floor. James had fully expected to be punched, but Regulus reacted positively. He wrapped his legs around James’s waist and deepened their kiss with his newfound height.

James felt his whole body melting. He wanted to stay in this moment forever. Nothing mattered, only the boy in front of him.

They broke apart, panting, hearts racing, gulping down air into their oxygen-starved lungs.

“Hi,” James smiled at him, tilting his head, so he could look into those sparking eyes.

“Hi,” Regulus murmured back, the hint of a smile playing at the corner of his mouth. James let his head thump forward into Regulus's chest and Regulus tangled his fingers still further into the short unruly curls. He angled his head and pressed open-mouthed kisses into Regulus’s neck.

“What the bloody hell are you doing?” They froze as Sirius’s voice broke the silence of their corridor. “Get your hands off my brother!” James and Regulus looked at each other this was not going to go well. James tried to convince himself that all they needed was a little diplomacy, but with Sirius’s hot temper and Regulus’s sharp tongue, it would be a challenge to keep them quiet enough not to get caught out of bounds after curfew.

Slowly, he lowered Regulus to the floor, and together they turned and raised their hands to Sirius.

“Why are you raising your hands?” He asked Regulus, confused.

“I wasn’t sure which brother he was referring to, so I thought I’d better be safe.” He shrugged. James let out an almighty snort and had to bury his face in his arm to quell the laughter.

“Put your hands down you idiots.” Sirius rolled his eyes at the pair. “I came looking for you when I noticed you weren’t in bed. This,” He waved his hands at them. “Was not what I expected to find.” He looked wild like he was about to explode at any provocation.

“It’s none of your business what we do, Sirius.” Regulus drawled. “I don’t know why you think you can make a fuss.” All mirth left James as he quickly started damage control to hopefully stop Sirius from seeing red.

“Sirius go back up to the dorm, I’ll meet you there,” He cut Sirius off before he could complain. “I’m going to take Reg back to the Slytherin Common room first.”

“I don’t need an escort, Potter.” Regulus griped. But James ignored him and began to pull out the invisibility cloak. Sirius stormed forward, shoved his hand into James’s pocket and stole the Marauder’s Map.

“Best hurry, Prongs. I’ll be watching.” And with that, Sirius turned on his heel and disappeared into darkness.

James sighed and covered himself and Regulus with the cloak.

“You don’t need to do this, I am quite capable of getting back on my own.” Regulus clearly wasn’t happy. James grinned at him and, making sure Sirius was well and truly gone, pushed Regulus back against the wall and kissed him again. All the fight went out of the other boy.

“We’ve got a couple of minutes before we need to move. Sirius will think we’re bickering still.” James said, pulling away for a moment before pressing his lips against Regulus’s again.

Regulus turned his head slightly, breaking the kiss.

“What does this mean?” Regulus asked, his eyes overly bright as though he was nervous. James shrugged.

“I don’t know, but I like it so far.” He grinned, wriggling his eyebrows. Regulus rolled his eyes in a strange imitation of his brother. He pushed James away from the wall, but grabbed his hand and started pulling him down the corridor towards the dungeons.

“What was that bit of parchment?” Regulus asked as they walked.

“Oh,” James paused, he didn’t know if he could trust Regulus with that information. “Just a useful tool for Mischief makers.” He gave Regulus a final kiss before watching him enter the Slytherin’s secret entrance and headed back to Gryffindor Tower where his best friend waited for him. Maybe he’d go sleep in moaning Myrtle's bathroom, he’d probably get more rest.

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Reggie: talking about hormone therapy

Barty: I don’t know much about hormone therapy but I sure know how to make a whore moan and sometimes that’s all the therapy you need

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