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[my-castles-crumbling]

dock (guys I almost wrote dick by accident) - @jeggyverses-jegulus-microfic - word count: 358

“My dad proposed to my mom there,” James said nonchalantly as he and Regulus walked down to the Hogwarts boathouse, gesturing to the gently-rocking dock that was floating on the water. 

Regulus blinked, looking towards where his boyfriend was pointing. It’d been a long day. Receiving a letter from his own parents had left him feeling hollow and hopeless, and no matter how many times James had assured him that he would be okay, that they would figure this out, that they would stay together….he couldn’t find it in himself to stay positive. 

Still, he humored James with a question. “What, he brought her back or something? Years later?” he muttered, trying to find it in himself to care.

“No.”

This got his attention a little. 

“How…?”

“Well, not the first time. He proposed for the first time when they were, like….fifteen, I think? Did a terrible job of it,” James beamed, obviously remembering a funny story as Regulus stood, shocked. “He was nervous. Fell right in the water and he obviously didn’t have a ring. But the second time, the day they graduated, he did better. Made it official and all that.”

Regulus’s heart was hammering in his chest. “They were so young,” he whispered, fingers trembling. But fuck, why did he feel so hopeful? Why did he feel like…?

“They’ve been together for thirty years and are still happier than ever. They knew what they wanted, Reg. I’m like them in that way,” James said casually, shrugging and looking down at him with so much fondness Regulus considered bursting on the spot. 

He waited to perhaps become engaged. Or die of anticipation. Or maybe just faint.

“I wouldn’t do it without asking,” James said softly, pulling him close, causing his body to fill with a mixture of relief and, oddly, disappointment. “But…maybe…someday soon…I’m asking to ask?”

Regulus couldn’t decide what to do as he inhaled James’s scent. “Shit, James, that’s insane,” he breathed.

“But you’re not saying no.” He felt James smile against his hair.

He smirked a little as well, because as always, James knew him too well. “I’m…not saying no,” he relented. 

[ricochetyears]

there’s something so very beautiful about sirius, who was raised to prize elegance and perfection, falling head over heels for remus, who had to accept the reality of being a monster and believing someone like sirius would never even look his way, because sirius could only ever be drawn to extraordinary things. little does he know that sirius has never found anything more extraordinary than a lanky boy with unruly curls, freckles, a tooth gap, and a heart too big for his own good

[starcroww]

Sirius doing that 'climbing my boyfriend to see if he says something' trend and Remus reacts by just sitting there while Sirius clambers all over him like this happens everyday (it does.)

[southerncutss]

Remus is smoking because he is addicted and it helps him calm down and Sirius is smoking because of Remus and he just thinks it looks cool

[depsidase]

[elexecution]

they need to invent the opposite of an nda called an fda where u have to tell everyone everything

[ilovedirt]

subpoena

[virtualgirladvance]

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[earhartsease]

alcohol

[beltsquid]

war thunder forums

[hetrez]

reality television

[kjndnxss]

every time i see a fanart where sirius has a tattoo that says “moony” or an “R” somewhere i heal a little bit inside

[byjove]

the justification when law enforcement kills someone for no particular reason always boils down to “we got really really scared, you should feel bad for us because we were sososo scared” ok. piss yourself or scream or something. why is killing someone the only option

[leo-fie]

American cops are very badly programmed. Gun is the only interaction they have.

[byjove]

You forgot texting their buddies pictures of decomposing murder victims, saying heinously racist and/or misogynistic stuff and ‘accidentally’ turning off their body cameras.

[butterfly-sapphic]

Sorry whats this about texting pictures of murder victims???

[byjove]

I went to look up the case I remembered and it turns out it has happened multiple times in several countries. Cops keep getting caught sending extremely graphic photos of corpses and crime scenes to their buddies in group chats, often accompanied by racist and misogynistic slurs aimed at the victim. They often blame the press for ‘leaking’ graphic pictures of murder victims when it was usually a cop who responded to the scene snapping a pic on his personal phone to gross his friends out or be a perv.

[marylily-my-beloved]

Mary, marlene, lily, and emmeline all do the cutest matching Halloween costumes every year and theyre so fucking goofy, like once they were literally components of a plant cell and I think sirius and james actually gave them money cause they loved the costumes so much

[mmm-shanrio]

tent (july 11) @jeggyverses-jegulus-microfic

jegulus | 712 words (I’m so sorry idk what came over me)

part one: sunscreen

part two: beach

The tent is smaller than Regulus remembers, though they are two instead of three. He blames Potter, far too broad to share a space with and currently attempting to see his own back in a conjured mirror. He keeps turning instead of conjuring another. Regulus needs him biblically.

Potter finally gives up with a sigh and drops the hem of his shirt. “I think you might’ve missed a spot, mate. I’ve got a nasty burn.”

“Have you?” Regulus asks, feigning surprise. Then, since he’s already gone mad and might as well enjoy it, “Show me.”

“Wh—Really? I mean—yeah, ‘course, I—” Potter practically rips his shirt off. “D’you see it?”

Oh, yes. Regulus stifles his grin at the sight. One big, awful, angry-red spot in all that gold. He doesn’t even think—just lifts his arm and touches.

Potter hisses, flinching away.

Regulus rips his hand back. “Sorry! Sorry, did I hurt you?”

Laughter answers him, but it isn’t the sort Regulus likes—not when it’s aimed his way and followed by, “M’only winding you up, Baby Black. You should see your face.”

Chest tight, Regulus turns without a word and climbs into bed. He’s heard enough of that for a fucking lifetime. He gives his wand one vicious flick, and their little canvas prison plunges into darkness.

“Goodnight,” he says, clipped.

“Aw, Reg. I was only trying to make you laugh.”

“Well don’t,” Regulus snaps. “Not everything needs to be a bloody joke.”

Potter sighs; his bed does, too, as he settles in. “Right. Right, yeah. Never mind. I forget how different you and Sirius are, sometimes.”

He doesn’t know why he says it. Only that it comes nasty and exhausted and a little hurt: “Sorry to disappoint, Potter, but I’m not a replacement for my brother. Just because you can’t have him doesn’t entitle you to the next best thing.”

After a long while, and with an uncertainty Regulus hadn’t thought him capable of, Potter says, “I don’t want Sirius, Reg. I want you.”

Right. Okay. Maybe the tent is on a hill. Is that why the whole thing feels as if it’s slipping sideways? If he’s really lucky, they’ll simply slide right off the cliff and into the sea.

Regulus realizes he hasn’t answered. “Oh,” he says, which is still not an answer.

Potter makes a soft noise of panic. “What do you mean, oh? Is that a good oh or a bad one?”

“It’s just an oh!” Regulus snaps, winded. Each breath makes him dizzier than the last. All he can smell is the ocean and James fucking Potter. “I don’t know, James! Let me think.”

“Fuck’s sake, Regulus, I just told you I fancy you—” Potter sits upright with a faint rustle of his blankets. “Did you call me James?”

“Fancy me? What are we, schoolchildren?”

“What are we,” Potter echoes, closer than before. “Yeah. Something I’d like to know myself, actually.”

Regulus’s mouth dries right up. The distance between them shrinks; he can hear Potter moving in the dark, feel him settle on the edge of the bed.

“What are you doing?” he tries to demand, but it comes out in a whisper.

There’s a pause. Then, softly, Potter says, “If it’s alright with you, Reg, I’d quite like to kiss you.”

The heat of him bleeds through the blanket as he leans down; the scent of him is salt-musked and hot.

Regulus stops him with a hand to his chest. Merlin, he’s still shirtless. But want is not enough for Regulus to give in. Not yet.

“Do you mean it?” He swallows. “You like me?”

“Reggie, I…” Potter huffs a laugh. The sound is shy and almost nervous. “Like, an embarrassing amount. I don’t think I was subtle about it.”

He wasn’t. He really, really wasn’t.

“Alright,” Regulus says. “Alright. Yes. Kiss me.”

Potter makes a stunned, excited noise. “Holy shit. D’you mean that?”

“Don’t make me repeat myself. Get on with it, Potter.”

“James.” The ask isn’t one at all, and so very close. “Call me James again.”

Regulus’s breath catches. “James,” he amends. “James. You can kiss me now.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice.”

“I already have, you idiot,” Regulus says, curling a hand around the back of James’s neck and meeting his mouth halfway.

[mmm-shanrio]

sunscreen (july 9) @jeggyverses-jegulus-microfic

jegulus (background wolfstar) | 429 words

The yearly trip to the coast is meant to be five of them. Five. But Peter’s gone and got himself a girlfriend, which means it’s down to four—and Sirius and Remus are useless for anything that isn’t snogging each other senseless.

Which leaves James Potter. Which means two will share a tent meant for three. Which means, to Regulus’s utter horror, that he won’t have a buffer between him and the man he’s been in love with since he was fourteen.

What a nightmare.

“Reg?”

Could he sleep outside tonight, perhaps? Better than lying awake imagining what could happen—

“Regulus!”

“What!” he snaps, then falters, blinking up to find Potter standing there. He’s backlit by the sun, shirtless, and wearing the smallest pair of shorts Regulus has ever seen. His entire mind blanks out.

Potter grins. He’s holding a bottle of sunscreen, Regulus finally realizes.

“Do my back, would you?”

Regulus’s voice refuses to work. The thighs. He bites viciously at his tongue and scowls through the pain.

“Couldn’t get Sirius to help you, then?”

“Well, er—he’s… busy,” Potter says, glancing over his shoulder. Regulus follows his line of sight and immediately regrets it.

“Ugh. When do they have time to breathe?” He looks back up at Potter, which isn’t much better for his stomach. It does a funny little flip, as it often does, when Potter laughs.

“Mate, you’re telling me.” Potter sounds as if he has suffered things Regulus dares not imagine. That easy smile flashes at him again. “Now come on, you helping me or not?”

Regulus allows himself the half-second image: his hands smoothing across broad shoulders, fingers pressing into Potter’s firm arms, close enough to sink his teeth right—

He ought to be euthanized. Put down like a frothing animal.

Regulus drags his gaze back up to Potter’s face. “Not. Consider wearing a shirt for once in your life, perhaps.”

“And deny you the view?” Potter says with a wink and a flex of his bicep.

Regulus’s mouth goes dry. “What view?” he asks, tone flat. “All I see is a shameless tart making a spectacle of himself.”

Potter throws his head back with a laugh. There goes Regulus’s stomach again. Salazar.

“Oh, come off it, Reg,” Potter goads, tossing the bottle to him and grinning when Regulus catches it easily. “You wouldn’t want me to burn, would you?”

There’s a thought. With a smile of his own, Regulus rises to his feet.

“Of course not,” he says, wondering if Potter will notice when he misses a spot—and if they’ve brought any aftersun.

part 2: beach

[mmm-shanrio]

beach (july 10) @jeggyverses-jegulus-microfic

jegulus (background wolfstar) | 563 words

part 1: sunscreen

Regulus does not like swimming. He doesn’t care for the beach.

He is, however, thoroughly enjoying the view. An endless blue sea, a cloudless blue sky, and a shameless James Potter rising from the waves with water streaming down his body like something out of a bawdy magazine.

A patch of skin on his lower back is starting to pink. Regulus smiles to himself.

He stifles it when Remus begins his miserable climb towards him. By the time Remus reaches the blanket, he’s breathing like he’s scaled a mountain—as if he were capable of such a thing—and not twenty yards of shingle. He collapses beside Regulus with a grunt.

Regulus doesn’t think twice about handing him a drink. He likes the man, even if Remus spends half his time with his tongue down Sirius’s throat.

“Cheers,” Remus pants. He takes a long swallow, then tips the bottle towards the water where Potter and Sirius are attempting to drown one another. “Watching James again, are we?”

Mind changed. Remus is a smug bastard and Regulus hates him entirely.

Regulus’s voice doesn’t quite come as steady as he’d like. “Rather difficult not to, when he plays such a good fool.”

“Right. Has nothing to do with the fact you’ve fancied him for ages, then?”

A shiver travels up his spine and leaves him rigid. He turns a slow, cool stare on the other man. Remus, unbothered, simply stares back and does not blink.

“I knew you were a beast,” Regulus says icily, “but I had no idea you were a mad one.”

Remus exhales sharply. “Christ. And I thought Sirius was bad. Hopeless, the pair of you. You haven’t got the faintest idea how to talk to another human being.”

“We’re talking right now, and I consider you a human most days.”

“You know what I meant, dickhead.” A smile begins to curl Remus’s voice. He gives a lazy shrug. “Ah, well. At least Sirius knows how to let people like him.”

Regulus’s mouth presses thin. His gaze flicks back to the water. Potter has just thrown Sirius to the waves. Sirius surfaces, spluttering, then breaks into a bright, easy laugh—the sort he found again only when he left home.

Regulus cannot remember the last time he laughed like that. His fingers dig into the shingle, gripping a handful hard enough to hurt.

“I hardly think the beach is an appropriate place for psychoanalysis, Lupin.”

Remus hums. “Maybe you should find the appropriate place for it, Black.”

Regulus opens his fist. The pebbles fall with a skitter that sets his teeth on edge. He grinds them once, lifting his chin, looking anywhere but at Remus’s scrutiny. At James’s effortless joy and Sirius meeting him in it.

“Reg!” his brother bellows. “Stop being a prat and get in!”

“Oi, leave him—he doesn’t like swimming,” Potter says, shoving Sirius under the next wave. Then he turns, beaming so brightly Regulus can feel the warmth of it from the blanket.

“Don’t worry, Reggie,” he calls. “You stay there and look pretty, yeah?”

Regulus snorts and raises his voice. “Of course. One of us has to.”

Potter gasps and clutches his heart as if he’s been hexed, toppling backwards into the sea. Regulus stifles another smile.

Beside him, Remus sighs a long-suffering thing. He slumps back on the blanket and slings an arm over his eyes.

“Yeah,” he says. “Hopeless.”

[hkxox]

remus stands there like an awkward grandpa with his hands clasped behind his back, mouth stretched in a self conscious, lopsided smile in most photos of him, but add sirius black to the equation, and remus becomes mr grabby hand, too occupied in pulling him closer, resting his hand on his waist, or throwing it across his shoulder, his cheek softly resting on sirius’ head, sometimes too busy adoring him to hear the camera clicking

[lukeishope]

No because like they let them pack a karaoke machine on the Hail Mary. Do you understand me. Stratt saw the Hail Mary crew having fun and singing karaoke and then she made sure there was a karaoke feature on the frickin Hail Mary for them. So they could have fun together. On their suicide mission. SHE GAVE THEM A KARAOKE MACHINE Y’ALL DO YOU UNDERSTAND, QUESTION???

[geminifallenangel]

The hardest dilemma James had ever faced, being asked who he loves more his best friend Sirius or his boyfriend Regulus. In front of them.

It's a lose lose situation.

Sirius is standing, a confident smirk on his lips. If James doesn't pick him, he'll never hear the end of it or worse.

Regulus is staring into his soul, his face a blank mask. Not choosing him meant being ignored for the foreseeable future.

[hkxox]

wolfstar travelling in a crowded bus, sirius’ hand slipping from the overhead strap because of shoulders squeezing past him, before he could reach for another, remus uses his height advantage reaching for the handrail, standing behind him, one hand on his waist protectively, leaning down so only sirius can hear, quietly whispering in his ear, you can hold on to me, in a fond, gentle voice that makes sirius feel a little like jelly

[starcroww]

Knight Remus with his armour and sword covered in blood after an attempted attack on prince Sirius, looking frantically around for the prince to make sure he's okay. Sirius pressing his forehead against Remus' helmet and whispering that he's alright, but Remus' hands are still trembling where they hold Sirius, so the Prince takes off his helmet so he can cup Remus' face, look into his eyes and repeat "I'm okay, I'm safe. You kept me safe." until Remus believes it and that animal like wildness leaves his eyes.