kids - jegulus - jegulus rising harry - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 294
“Remember when we were twelve?” Pandora asked dreamily, glazing around at the large group of people draped over furniture, all in various states of drunkenness.
“Vividly. Though I’d rather not,” Sirius mumbled, his head on Remus’s lap.
Everyone chuckled. “Why?” Marlene piped up from across the room.
“S’just. I just remembered this time you four caused hell for everyone at school. I think it was when you charmed all of the suits of armor to tap people’s shoulders when they weren’t looking, remember that?”
James burst out laughing. “Ah, that was too good. The paranoia we caused was fucking amazing. How many duels ended up breaking out in the halls?”
“Hundreds,” Lily answered flatly, though a smile had crept onto her face.
“Right,” Pandora agreed, nodding. “Point is, I remember Reg saying something after we found out it was you lot, something like, ‘Merlin help the person who has to raise kids with Potter, his spawn will be just as awful as he is.’” She quoted this with a thoroughly amused smile, and the entire room burst out laughing as well.
Regulus, who was seated in the far corner with his husband, shot her a glare. “Ha-ha, hilarious. But it’s not as if I was wrong. Merlin please do help me. I love Harry to pieces but he’s a right menace.”
As if on cue, an owl flew through the open window of James and Regulus’s house, dropping a letter into James’s lap. After a quick scan of the paper, he burst out laughing and passed it to Regulus.
“What?” Sirius asked curiously.
Regulus, who’d now read the letter as well, groaned resignedly. “Harry’s gotten detention again.”
Laughter and cheers filled the room, James leading everyone in another round of shots in Harry’s honor.
I’m willing to die on the hill that Kill Your Darlings should’ve been a Rosekiller fic with side Jegulus bc when I think about that fic all I do is giggle over Barty & Evan’s relationship in it…
Single-handedly the best depiction of them I’ve ever read…I need a spin off.
Joining the Marauders fandom and seeing the fancasts was a jump scare bc wdym golden retriever Elliot Demaury is the face of deranged Barty Crouch Jr??
I do appreciate that they share the raccoon imagery tho
Barty wasn't sure what devil had whispered from his left shoulder to convince him to do this, but he regretted it right now, as he laid on the dirty restroom floor in the store he had broke into. It was just a tiny bit illegal, but he didn't care enough, not in this form, or any form to be fair. No one could blame a cute innocent raccoon, right? Right. He wanted to mess around a bit and make it funny, steal some alcohol as a raccoon and walk out.
Funny thing is, he didn't take into consideration that while a raccoon, his alcohol tolerance wouldn't be as high as it would be if he did this as a human. So now he laid on the floor, almost passed out with his little furry body feeling heavy.
He had almost given up to sleep when he heard the bathroom door open. He should be thankful really, because sleeping in public restrooms isn't the safest activity to do. The footsteps stopped, which made him open his eyes to see who had entered the room. There in the door, tall like a giant from his tiny point of view, stood Evan, with the light behind his back making him look like some kind of god that came to receice Barty after alcohol poisoning.
"You should thank Regulus for not being able to keep a secret from me", Evan stated, before closing the door, effectively ruining the godsent affect, though Barty couldn't tell the difference. He reached Barty and leaned against the wall, sliding down to sit on the ground next to the drunk raccoon.
"I don't know if this is annoying or stupidly adorable."
Of course, Barty didn't answer, except for a little sound that made Evan smile slightly. His little limbs felt heavy and he wanted to throw up, but he hadn't exactly eaten anything so that was also torture.
"Next time, invite me as well, okay?", Evan murmured and drunk Barty couldn't understand if he was joking or not, before he was scooped up in Evan's arms, being held like a baby doll. Evan stood up, holding raccoon Barty with so much care, like he was something fragile, which maybe he was at the moment.
Barty cradled into the space Evan's arms made against his chest and felt himself relax. He couldn't turn back into a human, but he was sure Evan knew that he was grateful for the save. The silence was comfortable all the way back to their apartment. And if anyone claims that Evan slept with a raccoon on top of his head, well, maybe they're just lying.
i would escape prison for you and kidnap your killer years after your death and lock him in a chest and impersonate him for a year but you are not nerdy enough to understand that
Pebble - Jegulus, Marauders - @jeggyverses-jegulus-microfic - Word Count: 772
“Was there ever a time, even in its smallest moment, that you loved me?” James choked out.
“How can one love a pebble in their shoe?” Regulus sneered.
The foyer was deathly silent as James and Regulus stood across from each other.
James bit his bottom lip and nodded softly. “Okay, Reggie, okay. You win.”
James turned and walked away up the stairs, in the direction of Gryffindor tower.
“Reg, what-” Barty began, as Evan continued to gape at James retreating form.
“Fuck off, Crouch.” Regulus spat and spun around, storming off towards the dungeons.
Regulus heard the rising chatter as he stormed away and pretended not to notice.
As he approached the Slytherin common room, someone caught up to him and clapped him on the shoulder.
“Excellent work, Black,” Mulciber smirked.
“Nightshade,” Regulus mumbled to the blank wall and the door appeared in front of him.
“Really taught that blood traitor a lesson there.” Mulciber continued and Regulus rolled his eyes.
“What do you want, Mulciber?” He sighed with boredom.
Regulus turned to see that Avery and Snape were both standing with Mulciber. Avery was smirking just as widely as Mulciber, but Snape was looking at him more shrewdly.
“And what the fuck is your face about, Snape?” Regulus spat with disdain.
“I don't buy it,” Snape drawled. Regulus raised an eyebrow and Snape continued. “One minute, you're tripping over yourself for Potter's attention and the next you're breaking his heart in a very public manner. Seems too convenient if you ask me.”
“Well no one did ask you,” Regulus replied. “Why don't you keep your opinions to yourself, lest you find yourself in trouble for running your mouth, again.” Regulus’ wand twitched in his hand and Snape backed down marginally.
“Whatever,” he mumbled.
“Why don't you run off and play with your chemistry set?” Regulus smirked himself this time. “I hear you need the practice.”
Snape was seething, Regulus could see it on his face, but before he could react, Barty and Evan burst into the common room and Regulus walked off to his dorm.
On the stroke of midnight, Regulus paced back and forth in front of a blank wall, somewhere on the 7th floor.
When a door appeared, he moved quickly inside and shut it again. Grateful he hadn't been followed.
“Reg, is that you?” A sad voice called from further in the room.
Regulus removed the invisibility cloak and as he started to walk towards the other boy, he stopped in his tracks.
“James?” James’ eyes were red and swollen, like he had been crying for hours. “What happened?”
“You broke up with me,” James’ voice was shaking.
Regulus took a breath. “That was the plan.” Regulus took a step closer.
“I know.”
“It was your plan.” Another step.
“I know that too.”
Regulus took a final step so he was standing toe to toe with James and lifted his face up with a finger under his chin.
“So why are you crying?” Regulus asked gently.
“It felt too real,” James whispered.
“Oh, sweetheart.” Regulus wrapped his arms around his boyfriend.
He loved how hard James loved, even to the point where a fake break up could affect him like this.
“So, we're still together.” James sniffed into Regulus’ shoulder.
“Jamie,” Regulus leaned back and James dropped his forehead to meet Regulus’. “I love you. You're stuck with me forever, I'm afraid.”
“Good!” James’ lips met Regulus’ in a searing kiss so hot, Regulus felt his hips push forward of their own accord and he moaned into the kiss.
“Fuck sake, Reggie!” Sirius’ voice made him jump and he broke the kiss, James whining a little at the loss of contact. “Do you think maybe you could wait until the rest of us aren't here before you try to shag my best mate?”
Sirius wore a look of sulking disgust and he had his arms crossed. That was when Regulus noticed Remus and Peter were also in the room.
“Sorry,” James said. “Momentarily forgot you guys were here.”
James took Regulus’ hand and they walked over to the little group sitting on the plush chairs. As James sat in one of the armchairs, he pulled Regulus into his lap, Regulus went willingly.
“Right,” James continued. “Now I have the love of my life back, what's the plan to keep him safe?”
James beamed at the group as they began plotting.
Regulus knew the smile was fake, he could tell by the way James was holding on to him, but he was grateful for it.
He was grateful for all of them and their plan to help him.
Remus has been praised for his intelligence his entire life. He’s earned top marks, he’s been called brilliant by his professors, and he’s the one everyone goes to for help. He knows he’s smart.
But nothing makes his heart ache with validation quite like when he’s explaining a complex magical theory and Sirius (who had been doodling on a spare bit of parchment) looks up and says, “So it’s like this, then?” and explains it back to him in simple, perfect terms.
Because it’s not about being told he’s brilliant. It’s about being truly heard. And Sirius, despite all his noise, is the best listener he’s ever known.
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