Writings and Whatnots

Hiya - She/Her - 26 Aries - ENFP

[astroaries98]

Blog Introduction:

Hello :)

Welcome to my blog - a collection of my own microfics and reblogs of the wonderful Marauders fandom!

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[fox-croquis]

I don't want to cite my references. I want a puppet rat to pop up from the bottom of the screen holding a sign saying "It's True!"

[rudamaruda520]

Sirius: Who's your type?

James: hmm...

Sirius: For example Regulus'-

James: yes.

Sirius: ...

Sirius: As I was saying- Regulus' type’s definitely the athletic sort—lads.

James: oh...

Sirius: Wait- the fuck you meant by 'YES'?!

[my-castles-crumbling]

balm - jegulus - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 250

“Hey,” Regulus said, voice light and airy but with a hint of an emotion James couldn't name to it. James, who had been in the shower, entered their bedroom slowly, as if nervous to set off a bomb. 

“Hey,” he said much slower, not sure if he was in trouble or not. 

“So I went into the drawer in your bedside table. I needed lip balm,” Regulus informed him, voice still painfully controlled.

Instantly. James panicked. “It’s not mine!”

The shorter man raised a singular eyebrow and tilted his head to the side, but waited, as if wondering if James would be able to dig himself out of this hole.

“The–the ring! I’m holding it for…for Marlene! She’s proposing to Dorcas soon!” James lied wildly, thinking in the back of his mind that he would have to Floo Marlene as soon as Regulus left to meet Barty and Evan for drinks later that day.

At that, though, Regulus broke into a smirk. “Interesting. I was going to say I found all the letters you saved that we sent back and forth during my seventh year at Hogwarts. I was going to say it was sweet. But what’s this about a ring?”

James felt his eyes all-but popped from his skull. “Er…” he said eloquently, because what was there to say now? “What ring?”

Regulus was now smiling the wide, relaxed smile that never failed to give James butterflies, even after years of dating. “Oh, Potter,” he said, laughing. “You idiot.”

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sin - @rosekillermicrofic - cw: religious trauma - word count: 184

“I fucking hate my father,” Barty grumbled, barging into the flat he and Evan shared and throwing off his suit jacket, allowing it to fall to the floor as he collapsed into the sofa.

“That’s brand new information,” Evan drawled sarcastically, not bothering to look up from the episode of Love Is Blind UK he was halfway through, a huge bowl of popcorn in his hands.

“‘You know, Bartemius. Maybe I’d want to help you more with tuition if you actually attended church,’” Barty mimicked his father, grimacing disgustedly. “Of course it’s just such a fuckin’ coincidence that when I do agree to go, the whole damn service is about sinning.”

Evan snorted. “Did you at least get the cash?”

“‘Course,” Barty smirked. He tried to grab a handful of popcorn, but Evan yanked the bowl out of the way. “Gluttony is a sin, you know,” he deadpanned, leaning close to his boyfriend and nibbling his earlobe.

“So’s sodomy, and you seem to be fine with that one,” Evan retorted, placing the bowl on the table and turning to pin Barty to the couch.

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heirloom - jegulus - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 446

“Why d’you still wear this?” James asked curiously, making sure his voice was light and nonjudgemental. He and Regulus were sitting in front of the fire at James’s parents’ place, Regulus leaning back into James’s front, James playing with Regulus’s hair, stroking up and down his jawline, fiddling with his fingers as the shorter man read lazily.

Regulus frowned thoughtfully, looking at the ring on his right middle finger that James was referring to. His eyes, which had been so focused on the words on the page, grew troubled and hazy as he held his hand in front of his face so they could both gaze at the Black Family Crest stamped in the metal. “I…I mean, it’s a family heirloom,” he muttered.

James felt his boyfriend shrug, his shoulders shifting. “But…” he sighed, trying to decide if she should push. “Family isn’t…that.”

Regulus turned to gaze up at him. “It’s not like you can choose your family, James,” he murmured flatly, though he didn’t seem angry. “I…I just need to belong to something.”

But even as Regulus turned back to his book, James pondered this. Then, after a few moments, he shifted, easing Regulus forward so he could stand. “Be right back,” he mumbled.

He found his father in his parents’ bedroom. “Dad?” he asked softly, making his father look up from the paperwork he was scribbling on at his desk. “Do we have family rings? Like, with our crest on them?”

Fleamont furrowed his eyebrows, then stood, walking over to a dresser, on top of which a chest resided. Opening it’s mouth, he pulled out a slightly-tarnished ring. “I never wear it. It’s old-fashioned,” he grinned. “What, you want it?”

“Can I…give it to someone?” James asked hesitantly, taking the ring from his father’s palm.

The older man smirked as he nodded. “Anyone important?” he asked teasingly.

James just flipped him a finger, ignoring his laughter as he walked out again.

When he returned to Regulus downstairs, he took a moment to gaze at him. To appreciate his beauty. He looked ethereal, sprawled on the sofa, his dark hair shining in the low light of the fire. Something deep and passionate curled in James's stomach, and he wondered if anyone else in the entire world was as lucky as he was. 

He moved to sit down next to his boyfriend and gently took his hand, dropping the ring in his palm. “You don’t have to wear it,” he whispered, looking into Regulus’s shocked eyes. “But you…you belong here, Reg. If you want to.”

Regulus didn’t answer with words, but he didn’t have to. The way he threw himself into James's arms said it all.

[astroaries98]

Ben Barnes was mentioned at a recent party and my friend asked who he was and I, with confidence exclaimed, ‘oh you know he plays Sirius Black’ the whole group stops and looks at me confused and I can’t stop thinking about it.

[neeska3]

Friends that judge together stay together

[diamondmeadow]

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[mrmumus]

Snowy date?💕

Jegulus comission

[my-castles-crumbling]

based on @waytootiredforthistoo 's post - background jegulus

"Even for your four, this is a new low," Minerva ranted, blood boiling as she stared down at her four favorite students, who were all seated in chairs in her office, looking less-than-contrite. "Breaking in to the Slytherin Common Room in the middle of the night? Sticking every single student to their bed?"

"We don't discriminate," Sirius Black nodded, sending her a grin. "Though James's boyfriend will be a bit mad."

"Oi! Shut up about Re-"

"Boys!" Minerva interrupted, trying not to laugh. "This is unacceptable. I have to take fifty points from Gryffindor!"

All four Seventh-Years paused, staring at her. "Fifty?" Remus Lupin asked, tilting his head to the side.

"Each!" Minerva nearly-screeched. "And detention every night for a week!"

"So that's two hundred points total," James Potter said sadly.

"Yes," Minerva nodded, trying not to feel too badly. "So if you-"

"Can you make it three?" Sirius asked, interrupting.

She blinked, quite sure she'd heard incorrectly. "I- what?"

"It's just, we're trying to set a record," Remus explained calmly, eyes wide. "We need to beat two hundred and fifty."

Minerva's heart began beating erratically. No. Surely they hadn't found out-

"We recently came across this, you see," James continued, grinning and pulling a paper from his pocket. "Peter, here, had a detention where he had to rewrite some old detention cards. And look at this one!"

Hand shaking slightly, Minerva looked at the card. On it, written in a scrawl, were the words:

Minerva McGonagall, sixth year, Gryffindor, a month's detention and a loss of 250 points for hexing all of the Slytherin team's brooms. (Most points lost in a single day.)

Sighing, Minerva tried to school her expression before she looked back at the four boys. But she knew it was far too late to do anything about this. The secret was out.

"You're our biggest role model, Professor," Peter said sincerely, an awed look on his face. "A record of the most lost points in a day? We just want to beat your record."

"Yes. Oh, well. We'll have to try even harder next time," James smirked, taking the card back from her loose grasp.

It was at that moment that Minerva McGonagall new she was absolutely fucked.

[saintprey]

wolfstar

[otrtbs]

jegulus — if you’ll be my fool i’ll be your best

[cannissmajor]

little wolfstar doodle for the soul

[peachrtistic]

star and moon ⭐️ 🌙

[astroaries98]

Just listening to ‘Everything Changed’ by Circa Waves and it’s so Jegulus coded!

[my-castles-crumbling]

headline - Jegulus Microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 211

"Oh Merlin...." James said slowly as he grabbed the Daily Prophet from the table, heart beating erratically in his chest, "have you seen this?"

He had to stare for several seconds, not even hearing a response. It didn't seem possible. But there it was, printed in black-and-white, clear as day. His entire body felt strangely hollow, and he found that even as he heard footsteps approaching, he couldn't will himself to move.

"Regulus Black, Heir to the Noble House of Black, Found Dead at Seventeen," a low, shaky voice read the headline from behind him.

James could only blink, tears beginning to flow down his face as he stared at the words that professed his worst nightmare. After several seconds, he cleared his throat and murmured, "I can't believe it actually fucking worked. That's...that's horrible to look at, though."

"It is odd, seeing your own death advertised in the newspaper," Regulus replied flatly, just as shocked.

But James was too busy holding down a strange wave of sad relief. "We did it," he grinned, turning quickly and scooping Regulus into his arms. "They really think you're dead. You're safe."

And, pressing a kiss to James's cheek, Regulus nodded eagerly. "That's good. Because I think I know where the second Horcrux is."