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allyeardepression · 12 days
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@jegulus-microfic | may 11 gentle | words: 573
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I don't know what's happening to me, so I'm pouring it all on James (i’m sorry)
tw: implied child abuse in the past, anxiety, dissociation
James sat at the dinner table, playing with his food rather than eating it, trying to silence his thoughts by concentrating on the conversation Sirius was having with Marlene about the next Quidditch game. Unfortunately, he was losing the battle between him and his mind—he couldn’t remember most of the time spent in the Great Hall, yet the one thing he remembers vividly are the silver eyes looking at him almost the whole time from across the room.
He was thinking about his last meeting with Regulus often—how the younger boy held him, whipped his tears more than once, and how he listened. It wasn’t much, but it meant the world to James.
And yet it still made him feel uncomfortable sometimes—what if Regulus used that knowledge against him? What if he was too scared by it all and went to Sirius and told him about it? Or even worse—what if he reached out to James’ parents to warn them?
He was overthinking again—James knew that. If the other boy did any of those things, he would know immediately what’s with Sirius’ straight-forwardness and his parents’ concern. And still…
The spiral in his head went on and on until he found himself at the Astronomy Tower again. He doesn’t know how or why he got there, but the moment he came back on earth, he sat on the cold stone, looking up at the night sky.
He was trying to find the northern star when the door creaked slightly and Regulus sat right beside him. The boy reached out and placed his hand over James' knee in silent question. In response, the Gryffindor just nodded once. Regulus lowered his hand and immediately started rubbing small circles on his knee with his thumb.
After a long moment of silence, Regulus’ gentle voice came to James’ ears.
“How are you feeling?”
“I’m feeling like I’m in some kind of trance or something, like—I don’t feel like I’m in my body feeling my emotions. It’s more like watching a movie in shit quality,” he answered quietly, resting his head on Regulus' shoulder. For some reason, the other boy's proximity, his touch, and the smell of strawberries and cigarettes on his body helped James calm down. “But it’s not always like that, you know? Normally, those thoughts aren’t so loud, and I don’t feel overwhelmed by them—they’re there, but I can live with them. But lately… I don’t even know what is happening; it has never been so bad.”
Regulus didn’t respond. He just perched his head on James’ and kept caressing his knee.
“You know you’re not too much, right?” he asked at last. “If it wasn’t for you, Sirius was going to die in that house. I can see the way you treat younger students, and not just Gryffindors—all of them, regardless of which house they are from. And you’re not doing it to rub it into others’ faces. Yes, you are loud and obnoxious—“
“Well, thanks,” James chuckled from where he was still lying on Reg’s shoulder.
“—BUT your heart is so pure, and each and every person in this castle can see it,” the younger boy finished, reaching with his free hand to the other boy's head to stroke his hair. James let out a content sigh at the feeling of slim fingers tangled in his curls.
“Thank you,” he whispered, closing his eyes and letting himself enjoy the moment of peace for some time.
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sommerregenjuniluft · 3 months
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evan and regulus frolicking like they're frotting in bed making out sloppy style about to fuck to the sounds of their boyfriends fighting outside
jfkdkfkdkf STOOPPP (this escalated, NSFW)
Regulus comes back into the living room, mug of steaming tea in hand and he rolls his eyes as soon as he, too, hears James and Barty where they're still out on the balcony arguing, cigarettes long stubbed out in the ashtray.
Evan grins, lifting the blanket as Regulus lets himself plop down and snuggles into his side.
“What’s it about this time?”
Evan snorts, nuzzling the black curls behind Regulus’ ear, “You think I know?”
Regulus shakes his head, like a disappointed old grandpa and Evan’s grin widens.
Outside, Barty makes an incredulous noise, half rising from his chair before he sits back down, trying to talk over James’ continuous arguing.
Regulus makes a soft groan in irritation, tipping his head back against Evan's shoulder. There’s a triangle of moles right under the hinge of his sharp jaw, teasing Evan to put his mouth to good use.
“It’s never nothing with the two of them,” Evan murmurs, warm breath ricocheting off Regulus’ skin and back at him.
It makes Regulus tilt his head back down, eyes narrowing and searching for something in Evan’s expression. He hums a little, sinking lower into the cushions and Evan’s embrace.
“Think we should keep ourselves busy, don’t you?” Evan says, catching Regulus’ eyes skipping down to his lips, “Who knows how long they'll be at it this time.”
Regulus doesn’t say anything but he tips his chin up and he lets Evan hook one of his legs over his lap without fuss. Evan watches the line of his throat move when he swallows, “You smell like lemons.”
“And limes,” Evan corrects with a grin. “You're off your game, whiskers. Something distracting you?”
Regulus’ slack expression slips into a glower and Evan chuckles, bumping their noses together. “I spooned some of Barty’s protein yogurt after dinner when he wasn’t looking, too busy nagging at James while they were doing the dishes.”
Regulus snakes a hand under Evan’s t-shirt, caressing the skin, “’s it taste anything good?"
The tiny devil on Evan’s shoulder does a little happy spin, “Why doesn’t the chef try for himself?”
Evan happily swallows the little pant betraying Regulus’ indifference before their lips connect.
He doesn't even have to goad him, their tongues nudging immediately as Regulus eagerly parts his mouth.
It's a wet slide of lips and Regulus’ short nails digging a little desperately into the side of Evan’s ribs when he sucks Regulus’ lower lips between his teeth.
James lets out a loud string of spanish curses outside, slamming a fist into what must be the metal of their balcony railing and Regulus sucks in a breath against Evan’s cheek and oh, is Evan having fun on this beautiful Friday night.
More kissing, hands grabbing and shucking away clothes and when Evan tugs Regulus closer by the hip he makes an entirely too sweet needy noise that goes straight to Evan’s cock.
They keep licking into each others’ mouths, Barty’s and James’ aggravated voices a quiet muffle in the background, and Regulus keeps making these little noises, squirming in place and adjusting his hold on Evan again and again, fingers clenching and unclenching and Evan can’t help himself but grin into the kiss.
It disrupts their rhythm and Regulus makes a complaining grunt that tells Evan he’d roll his eyes right now if he wasn’t currently busy eating Evan’s face off.
He’s so cute Evan wants to take a fucking bite out of him.
Or maybe finger him until he squirts all over the couch.
Evan gives him a lingering kiss on the cheek and then works his way down his neck and Regulus is restless, shifting around and then his fucking knee slides over where Evan is rock hard and he stutters out a truely embarrassing groan for it being a fucking knee.
But Regulus is an angel because he moans in response and slides his fingers into Evan’s bleached curls like it’s second nature whenever he needs something to hold onto.
“Evan,” Regulus speaks up, voice husky and eyes a little glassy when Evan lifts his head to look.
“Reg?” Evan says sweetly, cocking his head, before he goes back to the mark he was about to suck into the pale expanse of his throat.
“I’m– mgh,” Regulus swallows, out of breath, “Can you—”
Evan’s lips twitch into another smile, “Huh? Pardon, I can’t hear you, bébé.”
Regulus huffs but he makes another obscene noise when Evan trails his fingers up the inside of his thigh, dangerously close to where Evan already knows he wants him.
Another of his complaining noises—Evan lets out a snicker against the soft skin and gets a shiver in response—and then, “Want your fingers.”
“Want my fingers, love?” A gentle bite into the tendons of his neck.
Regulus arches, nodding against the cushions, “Please.”
And who is Evan to deny a polite plea as sweet as that of his lover?
Regulus’ sweats, that are actually Barty’s, get discarded. He isn’t even wearing any boxers, nom de dieu, and then Evan is slipping the tip of his middle finger through where Regulus is sinfully slick.
He throws his head back with a moan that Evan feels reverberating down his spine and then Regulus is looking at him with big, silver eyes. Wide and needy and dark brows furrowed and, fuck, so fucking wet for him Evan simply slips in two fingers at once.
And maybe he shouldn’t have. Honestly, should have taken it easy—Usually he’s the last out of the four of them to lose his patience but with Regulus looking at him like that?
Evan presses their lips together, heated and rough, and Regulus welcomes him happily. Makes a high-pitched noise when Evan curls his fingers before starting a slow pace of pumping in and out, thumb drawing slow, teasing circles around his cock.
Suddenly there’s a sharp noise from outside, one of their garden chairs scraping against the tiles of the balcony and then the door flings open.
“—the fuck do you think you’re goin’?”
“If I’m gonna have to listen to your fucking bullshit only one more second I’ll start to get violent, B. Reg is still pissed we didn’t get the blood stains out of the—”
“Fuckin’ pussy. I told you to– oompf,” the sound of someone walking into another body, “James?”
“Shut up.”
“You- fuck you. I’ll—”
“B, look.”
“—fucking destroy you, P- oh.”
Evan peeks over the back of the sofa to see James and Barty standing dumbly in the middle of their living room, expressions slack and balcony door wide open behind them. He crooks his fingers again and Regulus whines brokenly, throwing his head back, mouth parting in a perfect little o and Evan watches James eyes bulge behind his glasses and Barty’s tongue lolling out.
Can’t help himself when he grins menacingly, tilting his head and thumbing over Regulus’ cock again, making the man beside him arch.
“I- you seeing this, Crouch?”
“You fucking bet I am, Jamie.”
“Since when have they- How long were we out there?”
“Dunno but I do know I’m not missing another second of this. Budge up, Rosier. You’re going to get your dick sucked so good.”
“Fine with me as long as you do it ass up,” James murmurs lowly, “Gonna fuck that wrong opinion right out of you.”
Barty scoffs a laugh, “You wish.”
“Then dibs on Regulus riding me.”
“You—”
Evan shakes his head and chases the delectable noise slipping out of Regulus when he slips in a third finger.
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imabidisaster · 10 months
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Slytherin skittles donate blood
Reg: we are NEVER donating blood again!
Evan: the second you walk in there it’s just questions questions questions
Dorcas: “where did you get it?”
Barty: “why is it in a bucket?”
Pandora: so nosy
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solarisburns · 3 months
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Dorcas knew something was wrong when Evan showed up at her door one night. At the start of the war, right before she graduated all three of her-the boys took the dark mark. She wanted, desperately, for there to be more to the story, but if there was they never told her. So when she found out she was furious told them all she never wanted to speak to them ever again, and the only time they would see her face is from behind bars or in a shallow grave. They respected that and before she knew it, its been over a year and she missed them like she misses a limb. but she does not regret her decision.
So when one night evan shows up alone, dorcas knows something is wrong. she nearly curses him outright when he asks to come in but he offers his wand to her and doesn't even flinch when she rips it out of his hand. idly she considers snapping it. Evan didn't look good, he was more wirey than before the war and he looked depressed. his eyes were red.
he came into her apartment and looked around in curiosity, right he had never seen her apartment they had stopped speaking a week before she moved in. he sat on her couch and she pretended not to be hurt about how right it felt to have him here. then he spoke, "We wanted to tell you, I swear we did but he told us that if you knew and someone found out you would be a target. You and marlene and your family. We tried Dorcas we tried so fucking hard but were losing and we don't know what to do and you, your the most powerful witch we know and Reg-" he rambled frantically and when he tried to say Regulus' name his voice broke and Dorcas was filled with this horrible sense of dread. She knew why Evan was here but she didn't want to believe it. She needed to hear it out loud but merlin she didn't want to.
"Evan, what are you doing here."
"Regulus is dead."
"Oh."
And the worst part is, Dorcas knew, they all knew that Regulus would not make it through this war. One way or another, no matter what side, this always ended with Regulus dead. She feels a stab of resentment for the dead boy.
"Were spies, we um have been for years. Regulus stole something from Voldemort, he uh he died to get it. He told us if he didn't make it back to bring it to you, that you would have the power to destroy it. It's with Pandora at the moment, we try to keep it moving so theres less of a chance it can be tracked, but we wanted to tell you now. I'm sorry. And I'm sorry I had to be the one to tell you, I know you never wanted to see me again but Pandora is telling Sirius and Barty the Potters." Evan was crying, and he was desperately trying to hide it. Then Dorcas realized she was crying to. They sat there and cried and cried, it could have been for hours the two of them cried.
She clears her throat and looks at the clock, "Marlene will be home soon, you should leave. And uh tell Pandora she, alone, can bring whatever it is over tomorrow afternoon." Dorcas wants to forgive them but she can't, not yet. And Regulus is dead, it doesn't feel real except for the way it's all too real.
Evan nods, "of course, whatever you need." he holds his hand for his wand and turns towards the door when he gets it, but hesitates. "I know I have no right to ask this, but Cas, can I have a hug?"
She's up before he finishes his sentence and pulling him into a hug "Sure Ev." she whispers into his ear as she rocks them, their the same height now, she used to have an inch on him. he huffs what might be a laugh. and before she knows it their letting go and he's almost out the door.
"See ya around Meadowes?"
"See you around Rosier."
And then he's gone and if she closes her eyes she can pretend that he was never here at all. That somewhere in the world the three boys are out there getting drunk and ruining peoples lives and growing up without her. The boys are spies and lied to her for years and Regulus is dead. She sinks down the closed door and sobs.
(She never does see Evan around, he died two months later)
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oxydiane · 2 years
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james: come in come in come in
remus: okay, where’s the weed?
james: there is no weed
remus: why would you call anyone into a bathroom if you don’t have weed? that’s rude
james: no, i just need to talk to you
remus: oh then i’m definitely gonna need weed. okay look, you are not sleeping with regulus
james: of course not! but tonight… i think there’s something special here… we talked… and we laughed
remus: what is this, previously on james potter?
sirius, forcing his way into the bathroom: if you guys are smoking weed in here without me i’m gonna be so pissed
remus: i wish!
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jegulily-stuff · 7 months
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Ship prompt: Who calls the handyman and who tries to fix the roof/plumbing/stove themselves?
Lily - tries to fix it herself, theres no need to spend money on something you can work out how to do on your own, methodical but doesn't know when to give up for better or worse, maybe you come home and the boiler is working better than ever or maybe you come home and every radiator is about to burst
James - 'of course i can fix it' and sometimes he does but sometimes he just breaks it more, he's not incompetent but sometimes theres more 'man of the house' ego than precise knowledge or skill, he's usually mirror calling sirius who does understand at least mechanics
Reg - that's not his job, it's literally someone else's job and you can employ them for it, why would he not do that?, then he's either the type to hover over workers in his house to 'oversee' or to hide away until the strangers are out of his personal space no inbetween
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xysidhe · 2 years
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Sirius, careening into the common room: IT HAS HAPPENED
Lily: It has?!
Remus: What's going on?
Sirius: It's official! I saw them holding hands outside the Potions classroom!
Lily: Finally!
Remus: What is going on?!
Sirius: James and Reggie! They're dating!
Remus, who has known for 1 month: And you're....happy?
Sirius: Happy?!
Lily: Happy? We're ecstatic!
Sirius: We've been trying to get them together for 2 years now!
Lily: We almost lost hope
Sirius: But now it's official! The plan worked!
Remus: You.... you planned this?
Sirius: Lily we need to throw a party!
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valoflunar · 8 months
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when marlene shouts what in the platonic friendship at regulus and James bc James just said that he was just rly good friends with regulus and denied all accusations of dating thrown to him by Marlene but marlene has just walked into them making out
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phantomgrimalkin · 1 year
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i accidentally stumbled into remus/regulus and it is the most heartbreaking thing and i just want them to be happy together *sobs quietly in the corner*
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depressedtheatrekiddo · 9 months
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Nono because I'm trying.
I love the marauders fandom so SO MUCH okay? Like it's my comfort place<3
But I've been here for a while (like four years almost)
And everyday I learn new things and I think that's awesome
BUT I'm trying to find info about the most unknown characters such as the two E girls (Emmeline and Emma), Xeno (I have more hc about him tho but still), Luz (Lucinda) and the thing is there are more characters that I didn't know they existed (like yes but no).
Like.
Oh Hermes.
So I literally open a TikTok acc to search hc and more things bc I feel I'm missing things Idk
So. If you can share some of ur canon info about them, personal hc, more or less fandom hc, fancasts, opinions, aesthetic, vibes, fanfics, fanart or whatever that will be awesome and cool and I will thank you for life because I don't have like any context at all and I'm trying to write down some things and when I have more things maybe I will try to write something?? Idk I've been in a weird and stupid writer block so idk but it will be cool to also introduce them to more people<3
Thank you so much for reading, and if I collect a bunch of info about them I could post a little introduction of the characters when I get to know them a little better if u all want:3
Have a nice dayy🫶🏻💗✨
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prtfrmhrtbrn · 6 months
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my ao3 is sad and empty and that is (first and foremost because i am very busy preparing for uni and all of thay but the more fun reason is) because i cannot stop thinking about transfem she/her regulus black and amab they/them evan rosier sorry
the transgenderiser has taken me over ! i go to write and i get stuck writing “he” for regulus black 😭😭
this is like my relationship with my transfem barty crouch jr headcanon which means in simple terms that it is a very bad sign because barty crouch jr is genuinely a woman in my head now 😭😭 this is what trans headcanons can do to a man who was sane like 6 years ago
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regscupid · 5 months
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thinking abt those old lady sisters in train to busan and making it about the black brothers
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daysofnights · 6 months
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regulus who destroys the horcrux(es) and then goes out of his way to try and get sirius or james to kill him because he wants his last breath to have a personal touch
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maryoliverdotcom · 11 months
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in the back of my mind the marauders and the potters and walburga and the black siblings are having a nice family dinner and everyone falls back in love with each other argue with the wall
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otrtbs · 1 year
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is there a way for me to ask for you to explain ALL of your wips? anything that is a brain child of yours will always be brilliant <3
but texasbartylus please! (i love the way you write them and will forever want more <33)
finn!! adore you forever and ever !
okay so , this is a small town texas murder fic where barty shows up at regulus' doorstep covered in blood and freaking out. they haven't spoken in a long time even though they live next door to each other because regulus broke off their secret relationship to begin his engagement to pandora (walburga and orion who are texas oil business moguls basically forced him into this marriage arrangement) <- but pandora leaves regulus at the altar (no hard feelings though they planned it) and she moved to the east coast where she chopped off all her hair and started a new life under a new name but she still writes letters to regulus
(wip game!)
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enbysiriusblack · 2 years
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Mary and James are the only popular ones of the lot and i will stand by that
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