mmm, shanrio

she/her ♈️ 🦀 mmm_shanrio on AO3 since 2013 ✨

[mmm-shanrio]

the humble masterpost

fandoms (writing): harry potter/marauders, supernatural fandoms (lurking): arcane, smallville, marvel, vampire chronicles

ao3: mmm_shanrio

the sluttier stuff lives there, if i ever get around to posting anything ever

posted works

together, or not at all (Harry/Draco - E, 10K words) auror partners/situationship, veritaserum, hurt/comfort, truth confessions, denial, hopeful ending

within reason (Harry/Draco - M, 500 words) married, negotiated kink, consensual somnophilia aftermath, aftercare symphonies in miniature (Harry/Draco - various ratings, series) married life, kidfics, PTSD, growing up, regularly scheduled angst and fluff now or never now (Dean/Castiel - E, 8k words) croatoan verse, fallen castiel, hurt no comfort, sad ending

microfics (tumblr):

jegulus jegulily I've got a hundred WIPs that will never see the light! Ask me about them!

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sky (july 1) @jeggyverses-jegulus-microfic

jegulus | 388 words

“Heneghan’s waiting it out,” Barty says, taking a swig from his flask and offering it with a grimace. He isn’t wrong—Gryffindor’s seeker hovers well above the match, arms folded. Ravenclaw’s lead needs to close before she’ll hunt.

Delight and firewhiskey warm Regulus’s blood; nothing thrills him more than the lions’ legendary sulks. He goes to say as much, but there’s an audible smack!, a rippled gasp, and Regulus turns just in time to watch James Potter fall out of the sky. His heart seizes. 

In one held breath, James plummets to the pitch—robes fluttering, body limp—then comes to an abrupt stop as the safety charm catches him and lowers him gently to the ground. He’s still clutching the quaffle. He looks quite small. 

He is not moving. 

Regulus doesn’t remember leaving his seat, but between one moment and the next, he’s forcing his way through the ring of players. He elbows someone aside, and the world, the noise of the crowd, it all comes back to him in a roar—because James is there, sitting upright between Sirius and a teacher. Dazed, yes, but alive. 

“Jamie,” Regulus breathes.

Sirius’s head snaps up. “Jamie?” 

With a hazy grin, James drops back onto his elbows and winks. “Alright, lover?”

Adrenaline leaves Regulus in a flood of relief and takes all sense with it. He laughs a nervous, mad thing, dropping to his knees beside his brother. 

“I think he’s concussed,” Sirius says. “Must be, after a hit like that—James, no, don’t lie down. James. Oi!” He snaps his fingers. “Eyes on me, mate. How’s your head?”

James blinks, then smiles, his gaze sliding back to Regulus. “Haven’t had any complaints so far.”

Sirius’s face drops. Laughter erupts around them. 

“Right. Seems fine to me,” Regulus says shortly, rising. His cheeks are burning. He blames the firewhiskey. “It’s not as if there’s anything of import in that bludger-beaten grapefruit of his, anyway.”

He stalks off the pitch with James’s squawk at his back. Behind him, Sirius says, relieved, “There he is. Merlin, for a second, I thought he was going to be nice to you!”

Over his shoulder, Regulus calls out, “Fuck off, Sirius! Don’t you lot have a game to lose?” but he grins all the way back to his seat, and cheers, louder than anyone, when Heneghan catches the snitch. 

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hello, have a snippet of a oneshot i've been trying to finish for six months ❤

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unpopular opinion: as an older sibling by 15 months, I don't subscribe to the "Regulus was Sirius's baby" idea. I do think they were each other's only friend, a mirror they found comfort in because the reflection was close enough; once they left that little world of their own, they found they were very different, after all–strangers just wearing the same face.

[imeonasy]

[substellaris]

Auror harry

[samo-lyuba]

Meetings in the dark c:

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celebrate (june 30) @jeggyverses-jegulus-microfic

jegulily | 289 words

companion to: future

James Potter is radiant. Obnoxiously so. He floats around the kitchen, barefoot and beaming, with nothing in his head except the one thought that hasn’t stopped looping since they’d come home:

I am the luckiest bastard in Britain.

He even says it aloud: “I am the luckiest bastard in Britain.”

And then, because he has no one to high five, he does it himself with an audible clap! and grins so hard it actually hurts his cheeks. In the spirit of things, he whips out his wand and charms a single string of blue bunting to hang over the doorway.

“IT’S A BOY!” it reads.

“Too fucking right, mate,” James says cheerfully. He paces a bit, circling the kitchen as though he might collapse if he doesn’t keep moving. He might, really. It’s been quite a day. At one point, he grabs a tea towel and throws it in the air like confetti. It flutters pathetically to the ground.

He wishes Regulus and Lily were in any state to celebrate with him. He’d swing Lily around the kitchen and make her cackle. Regulus would roll his eyes, yet he would watch with that secret little smile, the one he never notices but always wears when he’s happy. And, eventually, he’d let himself be pulled into the madness between them. He always does.

James might be alone in the kitchen, but he doesn’t feel like it. He’s got his whole family home with him, right upstairs, brand-new and lovely and waiting for—

His good mood drops as if it’s been snuffed out by a nox. He freezes mid-step, his eyes going wide.

“Fuck’s sake, Potter,” he says, rushing towards the kettle. “First day on the job, and you’re already cocking it up! What sort of Englishman forgets the tea?”

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protest (june 29) @jeggyverses-jegulus-microfic

jegulus | 384 words

It’s the first warm day of the year, and his brother and boyfriend have lost their minds. Sitting on a thin blanket, Regulus watches from behind dark shades as they run through the sea, whooping with laughter that carries back on the wind. Certifiably mad.

They’ve been on the beach for hours despite the temperature hardly being agreeable enough for it. Most beachgoers have only dared to wade knee-deep. It must be freezing, because James is red all over as he jogs up the shingle towards Regulus, beaming and dripping. Sirius follows, not one jot drier, and his pale skin even redder. 

“Are you really not coming in?” James asks, sopping wet. He has no right to look as good as he does, and Regulus looks away on principle. 

“No,” he says, chin lifted. “I shall remain here in protest.”

Sirius snorts. “In a sulk, you mean.”

“In protest. Warm, comfortable, not-freezing-my-arse-off protest. I told you it was too cold for this.”

James makes a disappointed noise. “Come on, Reg. It’s gorgeous. Look,” he tries, gesturing towards the horizon, “you can’t tell me it doesn’t look the slightest bit enjoyable?”

“I can, and I will. It doesn’t look the slightest—”

“Oh, leave him to it, Prongs,” Sirius interrupts. “Allergic to fun, that one.”

Regulus sneers at him; Sirius sneers back and, for good measure, flicks water right in his brother’s face. He’s already halfway to the sea when Regulus draws his wand.

“Wanker,” Regulus mutters. It’s then that the bright day greys as the sun dips behind a cloud. The breeze picks up. Vindicated, if suffering for it, he folds his arms with a shiver. 

James drops beside him on the blanket and nicks his wand for a quick drying charm. “Bit chilly when the sun goes in, isn’t it?” he says cheerfully, ignoring the glare he gets for it. He hooks an arm over Regulus’s shoulders and squeezes. “There. Better?”

Regulus looks up at him—wind-rumpled, sun-bright, smiling like he already knows the answer. Love ties his tongue for a moment, and all he can manage is, “It’s all right.”

“Good.” James tucks him against his side. He kisses Regulus’s hair and murmurs, “Still protesting the beach?”

“Naturally.”

James huffs a laugh, then hums, pleased, when Regulus burrows closer. 

Purely for warmth, of course.

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party (june 28) @jeggyverses-jegulus-microfic

jegulus & wolfstar | 447 words

“Ask him along, then,” Regulus hears as he passes by Sirius’s bedroom door. It isn’t his brother’s voice, but Remus’s—sounding rather exasperated, at that. 

“I don’t want to!” That’s Sirius, all theatre. There’s even the sound of him throwing himself onto his bed. “Every time I invite him, he either tells me off—or he does come and disappears for half the night. It’s embarrassing, Moons. I swear he does it just to wind me up.”

Ah. Of course. They’re talking about him again. Regulus doesn’t think twice about stepping closer to the door and putting his ear to it.

“You want him to spend more time with James, don’t you?” Remus asks, and Regulus’s stomach does a strange little flip. “Oh, don’t make that face. You said so yourself. You hate everyone he’s brought home.”

Sirius makes an incredulous noise. “One of them ate my leftovers, Remus! Caught the lanky git standing at the fridge mid-snaff! In his pants! Who does that?! Savages. Savages, Remus, that’s who.” 

Barty. Regulus grins to himself. They haven’t slept together, at least not for years, but he likes how little Sirius knows of his personal life. 

“And if that’s the sort of company Reg is keeping, we need to step in,” Sirius continues.   

“We?” Remus’s voice pitches so high that Regulus almost laughs. “Sorry, there’s no we in this! I want no part in trying to set your brother up with anyone, much less James. Don’t you think it’s—I don’t know, strange?”

“It doesn’t bother me. I thought it would have done, but… I know James would be good for him, wouldn’t he? And they like each other. It’s disgustingly obvious.” 

A sudden flash-image of James beaming at him from across a crowded room comes to mind, and Regulus feels his chest warm. He fights a smile despite there being no one around to see it. 

“They’re not… subtle,” comes the reluctant agreement. “But if you really want to go ahead with operation: help James Potter snog your little brother, you’ll have to actually invite Regulus.”

Sirius yelps; Regulus flinches back as a pillow misses its mark and hits the door instead. 

“Don’t call it that, you twat!”

Remus laughs. The bed creaks, and then Sirius laughs, too. Regulus instantly loses all interest in eavesdropping. 

Just as he steps away, he hears Sirius say, “Besides, it’s not as if I expect him to snog Reg at the party. Prongs is my best mate. He’d have more respect for me than that.”

Regulus pads towards his room and thinks, with unbridled delight, that he ought to keep it to himself a little longer just how many parties he’s spent snogging James Potter.

[lalunavinoalafragua]

A goddess risen from the seafoam. Still a bit pale but we’ve got a long summer ahead.

For @sunkissedlilyevanssummer

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future (june 26) @jeggyverses-jegulus-microfic

jegulily | 445 words

companion to: celebrate

Regulus traced the slope of Harry’s little nose with a gentle, curious finger. All James, this one. His face, his hair. Certainly his volume. 

He felt terrible for Lily—laid up and exhausted with the better part of a month’s recovery ahead of her. Faster than muggle means, as he understood it, but still a hardship. He looked forward to caring for her and Harry both, if James ever gave him the chance. 

For now, he was quite content to hold the brand-new life they had just brought home.

“He’s perfect,” Regulus said for what felt like the first time but was at least the seventh. “Merlin, Lily. Look at him. You’ve done brilliantly.”  

Lily snorted. “You’re worse than James.”

He shot her a look. “I don’t think anyone could be worse than James. He’s probably downstairs congratulating himself on being the luckiest bastard in Britain.”

Harry made a tiny snuffling noise, and Regulus adjusted his hold, hoping he’d got it right. James said it would come naturally to him, but Regulus found many things didn’t. Affection. Intimacy. Openness.  

He’d had to work quite hard to get here. And there was still more work to be done. 

“Strange,” he mused, gazing down at his son. His. Shared, and willingly so. 

“What is?”

“That you’d let me do this. Some would think it strange to let a man who once spat slurs at you hold your son.” 

Lily was quiet for some time. Finally, she said, “Well. I let him do a lot more than that.” 

Regulus rolled his eyes. He didn’t dare look, knowing she’d be smirking at him. A proper menace. Worse than James herself.

It was then that Harry sighed in his sleep, a small, milk-sweet thing, and tucked his face blindly towards Regulus’s chest. He went still, afraid to disturb him. 

In the hush, the familiar room felt very new indeed. The clock ticked. Summer rain pattered at the window. 

And in Regulus’s arms was the future. 

It was terrifying. 

It was lovely.  

“Thank you,” he said without raising his head. He couldn’t. He didn’t want to miss a second. 

A sniffle finally made him look up, horrified to think he’d made Lily cry. Instead, to his chagrin, James stood there, watching them with wet eyes and holding a tea tray.

“Oh, for Salazar’s sake, Potter,” Regulus whispered. “Pull yourself together.”

James set the tray down and fruitlessly wiped away tears with one hand. “I can’t help it,” he said. His voice shook. “I’m the luckiest bastard in Britain.”

Lily shot Regulus a knowing grin. He rolled his eyes again. 

“No, darling. We are,” he corrected, and rose to hand James their son.

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regulus black is always a bottom sometimes a brat. james potter is a top with reg. lily tops them both

[blacleria]

Working on something new 👀

[supmilger]

Everything changes

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together (june 25) @jeggyverses-jegulus-microfic

jegulus | 166 words | NSFW (you know what they’re doing)

“Don’t you dare.”

James stops with a shudder. He makes a low, helpless sound in the back of his throat. Rests his slick forehead against Regulus’s knee as he swallows air and still fails to steady his breathing.

“Together, James,” Regulus reminds him, smearing a thumb across his ruined mouth. James tries to follow it with a kiss. “This was your idea, remember? You were the one who wanted some perfect, earth-shattering moment straight out of a bodice-ripper.”

James whimpers. He’s too far gone for even that little bit of wickedness; Regulus softens.

“Oh, darling. It’s all right,” he coaxes. He slips a hand around the back of James’s neck. It’s slick there, too, his hair matted with sweat. “You can do it for me, can’t you?”

James opens his eyes. They’re nearly black in the midnight pale. “Yeah,” he whispers, the word cracking hoarsely. He clears his throat. “Yeah. I can. I want to. Together.”

“Together,” Regulus echoes, and pulls him down for a kiss.

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