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Welcome to my masterlist of shit that i love
˚₊‧꒰ა what i wrote ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
˚⊹୨୧ ‧ You ruined everything good - portuguese jegulus
˚⊹୨୧ ‧ In the middle of the night - english jegulily
˚₊‧꒰ა what i'm obsessed ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
˚⊹୨୧ ‧ Gilded Constellations by @thebestofoneshots
˚⊹୨୧ ‧ Mr. Blue Sky by @thebestofoneshots
˚⊹୨୧ ‧ You're Losing Me by @astonishment
˚⊹୨୧ ‧ At Arms Length by @astonishment
˚⊹୨୧ ‧ HOLD HER! by @kquil
˚⊹୨୧ ‧ Power Over Me by @star4daisy
fill - jegulus - trans!regulus - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 330
“...so if you two could just fill out this paperwork, we’d be happy to set up a tasting, as well as a secondary financial consultation…”
Regulus had been very excited about this meeting. Thrilled, actually. He’d had this stupid, childish fantasy since he was a kid, about getting married at this exact location–about a ceremony in the grand British Library; a reception amongst twinkling lights and ornate architecture and gold paint and floors and floors of books. And when he’d nervously suggested the idea of getting married in a library to James…well, for some reason, James was just thrilled to be marrying Regulus, so he didn’t much care where they held the actual event.
“As long as you’re there…and there’s booze and music,” he’d said happily, beaming.
So now they were meeting with a coordinator, trying to make Regulus’s dreams come true.
But as soon as the woman handed over the paperwork, Regulus’s heart broke a bit. Because at the very top of the page, the very first blanks, the words read: Bride_______ and Groom ______.
Regulus swallowed, goosebumps forming on the back of his neck. He knew the wording on the paper wasn’t personal, wasn’t intentionally targeted towards him, but it still set his brain into a spiral. Dysphoria ate at him–would he be expected to put his name under ‘Bride’ just because….and how many more forms would they be filling out just like this one? How many more times would he have to look at the word ‘bride’ and be reminded that that was society’s expectation of him, of them?
He swallowed.
James, however, just reached under the spindly table and squeezed his hand before grabbing for the paper and, without so much as a blink, writing James Potter next to ‘Bride.’
“I have a dress shopping appointment next week,” he said with a casual but pointed grin to the coordinator, who turned a bit pink.
Regulus felt himself relax.
He was definitely marrying the right man.
burgundy - jegulus - jegulus raising harry - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 314
“Alright, Haz?” James asked excitedly, launching himself onto his son’s bed and giving the fifteen-year-old a big grin. “Excited to go back to school tomorrow?”
Harry, who had been lounging in bed, obviously avoiding packing his trunk, looked up with a grimace that Regulus was proud of. “School? Yeah. School work? No,” he replied, smirking.
Both James and Regulus, who was standing at the doorway, laughed. “C’mon, Harry,” Regulus said softly, trying to smile though he knew he would miss his son immensely as soon as the Hogwarts express pulled away from the station the next day. “You know you’ll have a wonderful time.”
“‘Course. I mean, I miss my friends. And the castle and my dorm and all that. But Merlin’s tits, I’m not looking forward to OWLs this year,” Harry groaned, running a hand through his unruly hair.
“Language,” Regulus chided, while James laughed, nodding his head.
Regulus continued to think, though, his mind casting back on his own Hogwarts memories. Images of the Gryffindor dorms, where Harry would once again be residing, flashed into his brain. “M’shocked you miss your dorm, to be honest,” he muttered, wincing. “You know I love you regardless of your house but Salazar, that tower is so covered in red. It always gave me a headache.” The maroon hangings, the burgundy sheets…it’d all been just as obnoxious as most of the Gryffindors, in Regulus’s opinion. Though, he supposed, maybe that was the point.
He was jolted from his musings, though, when Harry gave him a strange, suspicious look. “How…how d’you know what color the Gryffindor dorms are?”
Regulus and James exchanged glances, new memories infiltrating Regulus’s brain. The types of memories he surely didn’t want to tell his son about.
“Er…he came over to study. A lot,” James said quickly, eyes blinking rapidly.
Regulus could tell from Harry’s horrified expression that he did not believe them.
james: i dunno, i feel rlly guilty. i mean… should we break up…?
regulus: we’re not breaking up. ever.
james: mmm, but-
regulus: no.
james: okay okay
regulus: we’re not what?
james: breaking up
regulus: who’s a good boy?
james: me!
Regulus: *wears a lighter shade of black*
James: I see we’re breaking out the spring colors.
🍁🍁🍁
James: Reg, is there anything annoying about me that you would change?
Regulus, feeling sentimental: Eh, not that I would change. I love you for you, unfortunately.
Sirius, who overheard: Aww, that was almost swe-
Regulus, interrupting: WAIT, I thought of one!
Regulus in transtape for you guys who voted on my patreon 😝
*one time in fifth year*
Sirius: Ughh... i want to get a piercing so bad.
Regulus: get it then
Sirius: as if i can hide anything from that bitch
Regulus: You can if you tried enough
Sirius: and how do YOU know that
* Regulus sticking out his tongue to show a piercing *
Sirius: holy shit...
Regulus: I also have a tattoo on my back
drew this silly doodle at 5am, after i couldn't sleep because i saw a big spider crawl on my ipad screen and then disappear
me and my jegulus coded shoes and socks against the world.
Regulus: Do you want to explain the text you sent me last night?
James, nursing a hangover after getting black out drunk the night before: …It was autocorrect.
Regulus: Autocorrect wrote “you’re so hot. please step on me.”?
James: ..yes…
James: If a handsome man disagrees with me, I will immediately change my views. I have no principles.
Regulus: Maybe you should have some principles.
James: You’re right. Maybe I should.
James: *carring groceries in both hands*
Regulus: *reaches to help*
James: *switches all the groceries to one hand to hold Regulus's hand*
Regulus: That's not what I- Okay
rebel - jegulus - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 568
“You know, Reg.” James said as entered the classroom. Regulus was alone, sitting on the floor leaning against the back wall with his head in his hands. “When most people want to rebel against their bigoted parents they dye their hair or get a piercing. They don’t typically stand up on a table in the Great Hall and out themselves in front of the whole school.”
Regulus looked up at James and attempted a sneer, but it fell flat behind the tear tracks and puffy eyes. “Yes, well. I’ve never been most people have I?”
James laughed as he dropped to sit next to him, not quite touching but close enough that he could. “Not even close. You’ve always been unique.”
Regulus scoffed. “That’s just a polite way of calling me weird.”
“Nah.” James placed his hand carefully on the floor between them. “Not that weird would be bad, of course. The best people are weird. I’m weird. But being gay is probably the least weird thing about you, if it helps”
“Right.” Regulus wasn’t looking at James’ face, his gaze focussed on the hand that had been deliberately left within reaching distance. “I’m dead, aren’t I?”
James chuckled. “Well, I wouldn’t go back home for Christmas if I were you.” He inched his hand slightly closer. “Why’d you do it?”
“It’s your fault.” Regulus’ hand twitched, and he stuffed it in his pocket. “Barty saw the note you sent and he spiked me with veritaserum and a compulsion charm. Kept pushing for answers and I… my occlumency failed.”
“Merlin, he’s a right annoying prick.” James moved his hand closer still, his pinky finger brushing against the fabric of Regulus’ cloak. “I know it’s going to be, well, shit. For a while. But it’s not the end of the world you know.”
“Isn’t it?” Regulus finally raised his head to look James in the eye. “At least six of my housemates will have already written to my mother. If I’m not disowned before sundown I’ll be surprised.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing. Your family are horrible, Reg. I’ve been telling you for months.” James moved his hand even closer, picking it up to rest lightly on Regulus’ thigh drawing a gasp from the younger boy. “Sirius is doing loads better since he was disowned. I say you embrace it.”
“Just like that?” Regulus shook his head. “And what, do you imagine we’ll skip off into the sunset holding hands?”
“We could.” James squeezed once and continued. “You know there’s a place for you at my house. That’s never been contingent on us being… well, being us.” He began idly stroking circles with his thumb. “Besides, since everyone knows about you now, maybe we can stop sneaking around so much?”
“You’d out yourself?” Regulus looked at James in disbelief. “James, I can’t ask-”
“Love.” James twisted and reached up with his free hand to gently cup Regulus’ jaw. “I’d have outed myself months ago. I’ve been waiting for you to be ready. You’re not asking, I’m offering.”
Regulus pressed forward to place a gentle kiss against James’ lips, brief but no less consuming.
“Alright” he said when they broke apart. “But promise me. You’ve no need to rebel against your parents, they’re saints. No tabletop confessions, please.”
James grinned. “No promises, baby. I’m allowed to tell the world you’re mine. I’m shouting that from the rooftop.”
