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barty crouch junior drank vodka from a plastic waterbottle during the school day

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fuck me I guess im starting another fuckin wip 🙃 this silly little anonymous band au won’t leave my brain

#niks rambles #regulus black #james potter #marauders era #evan rosier #barty crouch jr #barty crouch junior #sirius black #the marauders #the marauders era #mary macdonald #lily evans #marlene mckinnon #pandora rosier #peter pettigrew #remus lupin

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This just popped into my head but I feel like a marauders band AU, but with anonymous bands, would be super cool. Like yall know how Sleep Token is just I, II, III, and IV? And they wear masks? It’d be fun to do something like that with the marauders, the valkyries, and the skittles. It’d give them the opportunity to be super vulnerable with their music in a way being a regular band wouldn’t.

Regulus and Sirius would be free to express how badly the abuse growing up was without airing their dirty laundry.

James could actually say what he was thinking without worry about someone else’s feelings.

Barty could write about the toll of growing up neglected and ignored and find something healthier to cope with his anger without having to worry about people not taking his ‘bad boy’ act seriously.

Remus (assuming it’s a muggle au) would have a space to talk about anything and everything he wanted without chronic illness being the first, and only, thing people see about him.

Evan could write about his own internalised feelings and have an outlet to actually understand what and why he feels certain ways instead of repressing it.

Peter would be able to talk about his insecurities, feeling inferior to his friends, and learning how to cope with stressors instead of running away from them.

Pandora would have a safe space where people couldn’t marginalise her because she’s “too weird” or “doesn’t fit in”.

Dorcas could use her music to work through her internalised homophobia about herself and unlearn the things she was taught.

Marlene would have a conductive place to release her anger at things in her life without hurting the people around her lashing out.

Lily could have somewhere to put all the issues and heartbreak with her sister and know that there’s other people who know and understand her pain.

Mary would have an opportunity to put people in her shoes and force people to hear her and what she’s saying instead of them dismissing her because she’s a woman of colour.

Idk I just started thinking about how cool an anonymous band AU would be. Like they all know each other but none of them know who the people they’re in a band with or the public know who they are. It’d be pretty cool and it’d probably open a lot of doors for lots of angst, bonding, and ✨therapy✨

#regulus black #james potter #marauders era #evan rosier #barty crouch jr #barty crouch junior #sirius black #the marauders #the marauders era #peter pettigrew #remus lupin #pandora rosier #dorcas meadowes #lily evans #marlene mckinnon #mary macdonald #anonymous band au #maybe a whole game show type set up? #like they all audition and get paired up anonymously and none of them know who their band mates are until the end? #i feel like this could be fun ngl #marauders fic idea #nik’s brainrot

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Evan "terrified-of-needles" Rosier

#help this is so cute #evan can get tattoos and piercings no problem but absolutely cannot do his shot #barty doing Evan’s shot is probably the only thing he’s ever been serious about in his whole life #I love them so much #ftm evan rosier #evan rosier #barty crouch jr #rosekiller

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Regulus: This can't get any worse, can it?

Evan: Sure it can, just give me a minute to tell you what Barty did.

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barty accidentally constantly leading evan on and evan just cracking one day and blowing up at him and that's how barty realizes he is in love with evan

thanks for coming to my ted talk

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Painful Bartylus to non toxic rosekiller my love

Painful bartylus where [pre emotional growth] Regulus was just excited someone liked him but Barty didn’t like Regulus he loved him

And Regulus didn’t love him back

Painful Bartylus where Reggie was not in the best mental space and couldn’t handle all of Barty’s Bartyness, told him he was too much, too loud, too weird even though Barty was trying so hard not to be

Painful Bartylus where the breakup wasn’t a big deal for Regulus because he figured neither of them were really that emotionally invested and they became friends again immediately but for Barty it was just a desperate attempt to keep Reg in his life

Then Evan Rosier who saw it all happen and couldn’t say anything because these were his two best friends but all he could think was how he could do it so much better, how he and Barty would be so good to each other

Evan Rosier who got the chance about a year later when he and Barty kissed on New Year’s Day and then proceeded to not stop kissing

Barty who was so terrified of losing Evan too and Evan finding it hard because he’s not good at emotions but in every way he can, showing Barty he loved him with hugs and handholds and playing with his hair and Evan’s lap becoming Barty’s new resting place

Evan figuring out he’s ace and worrying Barty won’t want him anymore

Barty saying I love you for the first time when Evan finally breaks down over it 

Evan not being able to say it back straight away and Barty not minding because he already knew from all the ways Evan showed him already

Evan finally saying it and Barty nearly bursting into tears because honestly he never thought in a million years he could ever be this happy

And because I’m on a roll w it

Regulus finally doing better when he starts dating James, Regulus who notices how it affects James when people call him weird or too much, Regulus who sees how different Barty is with Evan than he ever was with him

Regulus who REALISES.

Regulus who finally apologises.

#oh someone finally put into words how imagine the bartylus to Rosekiller and Jegulus pipeline

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when James and Reggie got together and James met Reg's friends he took one look at Barty and Evan and he just went god damn it not again

because the flashbacks to pre-relationship Sirius and Remus are hard and he does not want to go through that again

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Regulus had a crush on James since he was 11 but Barty had a crush on James since he was 6 when they were at some ministry event with their parents and James brought him a biscuit after watching his father scold him.

#stop it right fucking now this is so cute

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Regulus tries to be quiet during sex because he gets embarrassed so James makes it his mission to get as many sounds out of him as he can

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"Jegulus isn't realistic" They say as though the characters they're talking about aren't fucking wizards

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Regulus: Do you trust me?

James: Always

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Barty: Do you trust me?

Evan: Of course I fucking don't. I know you're crazy. You know you're crazy. The whole wizarding world knows you're crazy. Don't ask stupid questions!

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PALS I FINALLY GET TO START T TODAY!!!!!!

#niks rambles #nonbinary #first testosterone dose #trans #trans masc #nik speaks

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Jules Paymer wrote a song about how Angelina Jolie allegedly tried to hire a hitman for herself and their song for some reason inspired me and now I really want to write a fic where mercenary James gets hired by the broken black heir to take him out and he accepts the job but ends up not being able to follow through with it, kidnaps regulus, helps him find out what life is suppose to be like and in return regains some of his humanity back again

#regulus black #james potter #marauders era #jegulus #the marauders #the marauders era #jules paymer sweet angelina #mercenary au #ik james is usually always the sunshine character but I really like the idea of exploring a darker side to him #like I’m not sure why or how he’d become a mercenary but in a way it feels like it fits #regulus would know that he couldn’t use traditional methods of sewerslide bc of his family #but the black family certainly has more than a few enemies with the means to hire someone to dispose of the black heir #so he tries to stage his own death and hires the one mercenary who messes up his whole plan #idk it just seems like an interesting idea

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@jegulus-microfic april 1 - spring - 1340 words (of domestic bliss with little harry)

Sundays are slow in the Potter household.

One would think James doesn’t like the pace of it, always having to do something usually, always active, moving around or talking, tugging at his loved ones or caressing their skin, but he does. It hasn’t always been this way but with getting older and especially since they’ve become parents James had noticed how his body and mind welcomed the one break in the week to just shut off and recharge.

They’ve fought their way through a cloudy March and with the arrival of April, spring is finally here. 

James loves spring. People always assume it’s summer—and credit to them, because he does—but there’s just something about the rebirth of everything that comes after the long gloomy fall and icey winter period. The birds chirp with their return and in search for a mate, insects buzz lively and everything brightens with colour. 

Like clockwork, Harry appears in the threshold of the master bedroom at around 7 am, deer plushie in a tight grip by the antlers, his dark mob of hair messy as anything. He drowsily rubs the sleep from his eyes, face squished and James sometimes thinks he might die from how adorable their four year old is.

He grabs his glasses, pushes back the sheets and plants a gentle kiss on Regulus’ cheek where he’s still knocked out like the dead and smushed into his pillow.

Harry pads wordlessly into the living room, James hot on his trail. Though while Harry goes in search of a children’s book for James to read to him, James makes a detour to the kitchen. He fills them two bottles with the tea they let out on the counter overnight, preparing one for Regulus as well for when he wakes up. He cuts up some fruit and vegetables and grabs the packets of rice cakes and crackers from the pantry, loading it all on a tray before he sets on to the living room.

Harry is already curled under the big fleece blanket they keep there, grinning when James rounds the corner with their pre-breakfast.

“Morning, dada,” he greets, sweetly.

James’ chest swells. “Morning, pumpkin,” he returns, pressing a kiss into Harry’s hair, setting down the tray. Before he takes his place next to his son he walks over to open the big terrasse glass doors. 

“How’d you sleep?” James asks, plopping down next to Harry who immediately snuggles closer, plushie still in hand.

“Good,” Harry sighs contently and James can’t help himself when he brushes some of his hair back from his forehead and kisses him again. “Can you read to me?”

It’s a hidden object book but James knows what he means. He grins, “’Course, Hazza.”

They do just that for a bit, James describing what’s going on on the pages, creating a story for recurring characters. Skipping back and forth with Harry randomly pointing out another happening of the drawing while he’s munching away on his rice cakes and cucumbers and the occasional grape. 

It’s still mildly cool, especially when a faint breeze picks up, moving the grass outside and swishing inside but Harry’s still wearing long pyjamas and James knows he’ll tell him if he’s too cold. He simply burrows further under the blanket and into his father’s side. James runs hot anyways.

When Harry decides they’re done with books James puts on a nature documentary for them.

They’re teaching about the strength of some rainforest ant species when Regulus shuffles into the room, arms wrapped around himself and eyes nearly closed.

“Morning, Papa,” Harry whispers excitedly, already wiggling out of James’ embrace even though he knows Regulus will join them there in just a moment.

A smile tugs at Regulus’ lips as he blinks his eyes open, dark lashes fluttering agonisingly beautifully and giving way to soft grey. James swears they get a little more blue every time right around his birthday, like Regulus is just another subject to the changes of spring.

“Mornin’,” Regulus sighs happily when he squeezes Harry against his chest, peppering the side of his head with kisses until he pulls away, tugging Regulus along to James.

His eyes are already closed again when Regulus nuzzles into the crook of James’ neck, pressing a kiss there before he gets comfortable.

“Morning, love,” James murmurs, voice thick with adoration, audible even to himself, and he strokes Regulus’ exposed arm softly.

The spell of Sunday is thick in the air, heavy in their bones. 

Harry, usually the most lively child, always animatedly talking about something or the other, giggling, making jokes or doing mischief, is quiet now too. It’s routine, the way he grabs for Regulus’ arm and squeezes between his two dads, waiting for James to absently card his fingers through their hair and send them back to their slumbers.

It doesn’t take longer than five minutes before Harry’s breaths are deepening and it’s marvellous. Magical in the way that Regulus’ presence seems to calm him so much it pulls him back into another nap.

James smiles so wide, looking down at them like that for so long that his cheeks start straining.

He watches a bit more of the documentary, snaps a few obligatory pictures of them on his phone and sends them into their family group chat. Monty sends back a pixelated picture of a zoomed in shot of Effie in the garden, Sirius replies with a shaky snapshot of him running with the dogs and Remus answers with an aesthetically pleasing picture of what seems to be the breakfast he’s preparing for the two of them.

James’ belly growls hungrily at the reminder and when his gaze falls on the lone grape sitting in the bowl on the tray he decides it’s time for breakfast. 

It’s nothing short of artful the way he extracts himself from besides Harry and Regulus without rousing them before he heads for the kitchen.

He grabs flour and sugar, eggs and milk for pancakes, as well as the bacon, bagles and cream cheese. It’s meditative to put together all the ingredients, set the table and assemble syrup and blueberries and chocolate chips. Halfway through James remembers the leftover quinoa in the fridge and between placing patches of batter in a sizzling pan he whips them up a quick salad as well. 

The smell in the kitchen is divine and James has already made acquaintances with the joyful bluetit in the tree by the window by the time Regulus comes into the kitchen with Harry on his hip. He’s babbling now, talking Regulus’ ear off by the looks of it and Regulus hums and nods and gasps at all the right places, looking ridiculously endearing with his curls mussed and an imprint of the couch cushion lining his cheek.

“Morning, champ,” James teases, smacking a loud kiss over the line in Regulus’ cheek.

Regulus growls quietly, grinning despite himself, “You’re lucky I love your cooking so much.”

“Yeah, you’re lucky,” Harry parrots, grinning widely.

James tuts with faux affront, “What kind of sentiments are you teaching our poor child, Regulus. I’ve been standing in this kitchen for hours now. How about a ‘Thank you, daddy’?”

“Thank you, daddy,” they both reply in unison though Regulus’ has a decidedly different tone to it that makes James point the spatula at him in warning.

Regulus just smirks before he leans heavily into James’ side and rips a piece of pancake off of the ones already on a plate, blowing on it before dividing it in half and feeding it to Harry and himself.

James tasks them with setting out glasses of water and orange juice, mugs for tea. On Sundays coffee is banned in the Potter house. Regulus thinks he can wind himself out of his caffeine addiction that way.

When everyone is done and everything is in place they all sit down together, legs tangled under the table, smiling warmly at each other over their plates of delicious food, the spring breeze ruffling their hair and clothes pleasantly as it drifts through the open window.

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regulus: can you stop talking abt me, reggie this reggie that. In ten years you won’t remember my last name

james: that’s cause in 10 years you’ll have my last name

sirius:

remus:

barty: I call dibs on being the flower girl

#BARTY AS THE FLOWER GIRL PLEASE #nice one james #if barty’s gonna be the flower girl can we put him in a dress #marauders #regulus black #james potter #jegulus #barty crouch jr

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midnight, remus silently leaves sirius' room and is eye to eye with regulus who is leaving james' room

remus:

regulus

remus: silence agreement?

regulus: oui