i know im the problem

i kin remus lupin, hermione granger, and regulus black

[harrypottersbestfriend]

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Check out my fanfic, “The Way of the Damned”! Work in progress, six chapters.

will hopefully update two chapters every week. comments and kudos are always appreciated!

[wolf-john-wolf]

"Regulus wouldn't listen to that" "Lily would never say that" "James Potter wouldn't wear that" THIS IS A FANDOM WHERE EVEBODY IS COLLECTIVELY BULLSHITTING AND ALL TGE CHARACTRRS ARE PRACTICALLY COMMUNAL OCs JUST LET PEOPLE BE HAPPY

[itsnotaloves0ng]

when regulus proposed to james (bcs he absolutely planned an intricate day out for it) the ring was silver, and james looked at reg and said "did you get the rings mixed up? silver is your colour." and regulus replies "exactly."

James had a silver ring with a star engraved underneath and reg had a gold one with a sun <3

[my-castles-crumbling]

ex - jegulus - background wolfstar - hamilton reference - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 405

“We need a family meeting,” James announced loudly, gesturing wildly to Sirius and Remus and they walked in the dorm room.

Remus groaned. “Wish you wouldn’t call it that,” he said, dumping his bag on his bed and joining James and Peter in a little circle on the floor. “Makes it extra weird that Sirius and I are dating.”

“Eh, well, I mean, with my family’s history, I’m just living up to expectations, aren’t I? If my boyfriend’s also related to me?” Sirius chuckled, moving to sit next to Remus

“Gonna be ex-boyfriend in a moment,” Remus grumbled, but he was chuckling under his breath.

“Can we focus? I need you lot to look at this,” James demanded, voice businesslike as he brandished a letter for the three others to look at.

Peter, Sirius, and Remus all leaned over the parchment, only for Sirius to recoil almost immediately. “Urgh! Is this from Reg? Merlin, there’d better not be anything gross in there!”

“There’s not! Not that bad!” James whined, narrowing his eyes. “Plus, it’s the first bit I need you all to look at! Look!” He pointed to the first line. “‘Dear, James.’ What in the bloody hell is that?” he asked, jabbing his finger at the punctuation.

“Well that, dear Prongs, is a comma,” Remus said mildly, rolling his eyes.

The look James threw him was murderous. “But there! Does it not imply that he’s not just addressing the letter to me but he’s saying I’m dear to him? Like–like, he likes me? As more than a friend?”

Three pairs of slightly incredulous eyes stared at him.

“Listen, mate, I’ll give you the fact that it’s a bit odd for Reggie to be so formal in a letter, and it freaks all of us out that he voluntarily spends time with you, but I feel like you’re reading a little into it–” Sirius began, gentle voice wavering with humor.

“But he put the comma after dear!” James exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air.

“I mean…yeah,” Remus murmured, clearly unconvinced.

“Could be,” Peter nodded, also obviously underwhelmed. 

“You’ll see. You’ll all see!” the Gryffindor said wildly, tucking the letter into his shirt pocket.

–

Earlier that day…

“Hm. Comma after dear?” Pandora asked slyly, looking over Regulus’s shoulder as he wrote. 

The Slytherin turned bright red, refusing to look up from his letter. “Fuck off. It’s not like he’ll know the difference.”

“Sure, Reggie. Sure.”

[harrypottersbestfriend]

hamilton reference 👀

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mistake - @rosekillermicrofic - also filling bingo mistaken identity square - word count: 192

It’d all happened so quickly. Mind fuzzy with Butterbeer and adrenaline, Barty had grabbed the boy’s arm from behind, spinning him around and kissing him before he’d gotten a good look at his face. In his defense, he’d really thought it was Adam, the boy he’d been snogging on and off for weeks. Really. 

But as soon as their lips connected, he knew he’d made a mistake.

It was Evan. His Evan.

He should have pulled back. Apologized. Slunk off into the night and never spoken of it again.

He didn’t. 

Inhaling like it was the first time he’d ever gotten a proper breath, he instead pressed closer, wrapping his arms ‘round the back of Evan’s neck, molding his body to the taller boy’s. This was what Evan tasted like. He suddenly realized he’d been wondering for so long.

And, to his utter joy, the taller boy groaned, grabbing him by the waist, turning him around and pressing him into a nearby wall. 

“Rosie,” he whined, eyelids fluttering shut, head falling back to lean on stones as Evan began devouring his neck.

It was, hands down, the best mistake he’d ever made.

[whydoyoucarewho-iam]

Jegulus living happily ever after

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[alwaystightrope]

[harrypottersbestfriend]

James is me. I am james

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something amazing is happening on my notes app

[harrypottersbestfriend]

is it just me or are rings like the hottest thing ever

[norightorwrongway]

Just posted chapter three of my fic: A Memoir of the Black Brothers and other People. “James Potter embraced him in a tightly engulfing hug, and Sirius just hugged him back—pain be damned.”

Read it here ←

[vaeshark]

I play around with the artstyle , I think I found the one

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article - jegulus - @jeggyverses-jegulus-microfic - word count: 395

Shaking with both fear and anger, James tripped through the crowds of whispering students to the Slytherin table, only to stop in front of a shockingly unbothered-looking Regulus. He dropped a copy of The Daily Prophet in front of the younger boy and gave him his best apologetic wince. “Reg, I need you to know…I swear it wasn’t me.”

Regulus, who was in the middle of a conversation with Barty Crouch, turned slowly to face James and glanced up at him before opening the Prophet. He seemed utterly unsurprised to find a picture of himself and James at the bottom of the first page, the headline Only Remaining Black Heir Giving Up His Duties to Date a Man? splashed boldly there.

James watched nervously, waiting for Regulus’s ire.

But the younger boy just tilted his head and raised an eyebrow at the accompanying photo, tracing a finger over it before looking up. “Huh. They didn’t use the one I thought they would.”

James felt his brain short-circuit. “You–what?” he stammered.

“Yes, I sent in a few of us, but I really thought they’d use the one from after I beat you in that Quidditch match last week. You know the one?” Regulus asked blandly, turning to Barty for acknowledgement when James just stared blankly. Barty nodded with a grin. “Yes, well. As you can see, they went in a different direction. But the intent is still there.”

Still, James was trying to catch up. “You okayed this?” he asked, feeling like he’d tripped into a different universe somehow.

Regulus sent him a smirk. “Yes, Potter. My cousin found out about us and decided that blackmail was an intelligent idea. So, of course, I had to head that off. Plus, this way, I don’t have to go home for the holidays. You’ll have me, yes?”

“I–fuck, yeah, of course,” he spluttered, beaming madly.

“Good. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to continue this conversation with Barty about the merits of acid-based poisons,” Regulus said with a small, satisfied smile, turning back to his friend.

So, chest filling like a balloon, James turned to go, reaching for the paper as he did. But before he could grab it, Regulus’s hand slammed down on top of it. “I’m keeping it,” he said lightly, giving him a small smile.

Oh, it was the best day of James’s life.

[deswhomst]

James: So, babe, I was thinking about a fall or summer wedding, since I don't want it to be cold—

Regulus: James, we're not engaged.

James, slams hand on table: THAT'S what I forgot to do last night!

[ricochetyears]

i feel like remus is actually an absurdly good kisser. like olympic level. sirius has no idea because remus never talks about this kind of thing, he’s just there being quiet and bookish and mysterious, like “oh i’ve never done much of anything,” so sirius just assumes he’s shy or inexperienced. fool

when they finally kiss for the first time it’s game over. sirius immediately ascends, and like, his brain just fully exits the chat. knees weak, head empty, just oh. remus’ hands are gentle but his mouth is devastating: he nips at sirius’ bottom lip, kisses it again to soothe, does this lazy thing with his tongue that makes sirius’ eyes roll back so hard he’s pretty sure he just saw god and he looks suspiciously like remus lupin

and then remus pulls back all pink and polite like “was that alright?” and sirius is just standing there holding onto the wall like. alright? sir i have a few things to say

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thick - jegulus - @jeggyverses-jegulus-microfic - slightly NSFW - word count: 458

James had just arrived back to the flat he was sharing with Remus and Sirius when he heard a shout of laughter from the other room.

“Don’t be thick,” Regulus was drawling confidently at Sirius when James walked in.

James’s stomach flipped slightly as he looked over to the younger man. He was sprawled on the armchair, his limbs spread, his gray eyes sparkling with mirth as he glanced towards James, then back to his brother. Even the split second of their eyes locking was enough to send James’s heart into a frenzy, his blood pumping fast and his body growing hot. Merlin, Regulus was perfect.

“...height has nothing to do with length,” Regulus continued casually, jolting James out of his slightly-adoring reverie. 

It took everything in him not to gape at the nonchalance of the conversation. “Er…what?” James asked, blinking rapidly.

“I was just saying that there’s got to be a…what’s the word? Correlation,” Sirius explained from his seat on the couch. “Between, y’know…height,” he held a hand, palm down, above the ground, “and length!” He held two hands, palms facing together, about a foot apart. “Because, for example, Moony’s taller, and his is also bigger, right?”

Still shocked, James looked helplessly to Remus, who just shrugged. For someone who usually got a bit red at such conversations, he seemed very unbothered.

“Alright, but Evan is taller than Barty, and Barty’s is bigger,” Regulus argued with a shake of his head and a wave of his hand.

“You’ve measured Barty’s?” James asked slightly-hysterically, feeling like he was going mad.

Regulus gave him an odd look, his eyes narrowing for a moment before widening again, amusement shining there. Then he shrugged. “He doesn’t hide much.”

James wasn’t sure how he felt about that.

“What about you, Potter? You’re tall. How long is yours?” the younger man asked with a quirk of his eyebrow and a half-smirk, still laying rather suggestively on the chair.

He felt like he was about to melt into the floor. “I..erm..” His eyes flickered to a shockingly calm Sirius, then back again, “...dunno, like…8 inches, maybe?”

“Wait…what?” Sirius asked confusedly, but Regulus began to smile wider.

“Yeah, er…not that I regularly measure…”

“Only eight? Nah, I’ve held it before, surely it’s not–” Sirius began, face full of disbelief.

This was around the time James began to feel like he was missing something. “You–Padfoot, you have not held my prick! And eight inches is far above average, thank–”

“We were talking about wands! Like…like the wooden tool!” Remus interrupted, a horrified look on his face.

The whole room went quiet, and James was sorely tempted to run screaming.

Until Regulus said smugly. “Eight inches though, hm?”

And then James didn’t feel that embarrassed anymore.

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[harrypottersbestfriend]

new fic!!!!!

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