Amy

[fihella]

Clocked him💕

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transition - @jeggyverses-jegulus-microfic - word count: 382

“So…I fucked up a bit,” James said awkwardly, scratching at the back of his neck as he stood in front of a stone-faced Regulus, praying that the other boy would find some mercy in his heart.

“Obviously,” Regulus drawled, gaze full of hatred.

So this was going well. “Yeah,” he nodded, swallowing thickly. “So…um…remember yesterday? When you told me you’re…uh…trans?”

Something complicated flashed across Regulus’s face. “Vividly,” he said in a dull voice, body language hinting that he was close to cursing James.

“Right. Uh, right. And how I started, um–” James began, wishing he was doing anything else other than this.

“Calling me a girl? Yes, Potter, I bloody remember. Are you planning on continuing to be the most royal prick in existence or perhaps making up for your absolute arseholery at some point?” Regulus snapped. But his pink face gave away the fact that he was clearly hurt about what’d happened yesterday.

“Yes! I mean, uh–no? I mean–Reg, Sirius came to yell at me, and you need to know–I had no idea what we were talking about!” he tried to explain, feeling utterly terrified. “I mean–when you said that…I thought you meant you wanted to transition. Like…into a girl.”

Regulus froze, his crossed arms falling slowly to his sides like brown leaves in autumn. His face did something complicated, emotions flickering in his eyes as he processed James’s words. “You–wait, what?”

“I thought you were saying you wanted to be a girl. And I was like–that’s fine! I love you for you, y’know? Not for…for whatever name you use or what’s in your pants, so I was just trying to be supportive, but instead I buggered it up by being a prick, and–” James tried to explain, but Regulus cut him off.

“You love me?”

Now James froze. “Oh. Fuck,” he replied eloquently, blinking rapidly. He’d not meant to say that. Not now, anyway. “Um…yes? Yes, but I know now’s a shit time to mention that, I–fuck, I should probably just g–”

Regulus’s lips, pressing to his as the shorter boy stood on his tip-toes to claim his mouth in a kiss. 

When they separated, the Slytherin murmured. “Shut up. You’ll just make it worse, somehow.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’ll just–”

“I love you, James.”

He beamed. “I love you, too.”

[darinaursus]

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phobia - @jeggyverses-jegulus-microfic - word count: 276

“Dad, what’s ‘homophobia?’” Harry asked, furrowing his brow and looking to James, who froze in the middle of preparing their meal for the evening.

Regulus, who’d been reading a book at the table nearby, looked over to his son and smiled softly. He couldn’t imagine growing up in the context Harry had–growing up in a family that celebrated and accepted all people. Harry’d been raised in such an loving, diverse family that often his parents didn’t realize what he didn’t know.

James looked helplessly to Regulus, who sighed and sent him a look. “Harry,” Regulus said, giving the nine-year-old a patient smile, “You know what ‘phobia’ means, right?”

“Yeah, like when you’re scared of something. Spiders, or whatever,” he answered, shrugging. 

“Right, arachnophobia. Well ‘homophobia’ refers to ‘homosexuals.’ You know, gay pe–”

“Like afraid of gay people?” Harry asked, face twisted in confusion.

Regulus glanced at James again, then back to the small boy. “To put it very simply, yes,” he nodded.

“Oh. Well. I guess I’m homophobic then,” Harry said, nodding to himself and turning away.

This time, James and Regulus looked at each other in horror. “I–Haz. Wait. You’re–what d’you mean, mate?” James asked nervously, eyes wide.

“Well, sometimes you and Papa get mad at me for pulling pranks. And I get scared you’ll ground me. And you’re gay,” Harry said simply, like it was the most sensible answer in the room.

James immediately burst out laughing as Regulus gaped, eyes blinking slowly. Then he sighed, shaking his head. “Harry, I think we need to discuss the definition of this word more, mon coeur.”

But James was still giggling as Harry smirked as well.

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pride - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 240 - cw: homophobia

“A child at Pride? Awful.”

Sirius had always absolutely hated the fact that protesters were allowed at Pride. He understood the idea behind it–the right to peacefully protest was important. But still, the screaming, angry, sign-wielding assholes reminded him painfully of his parents.

He was usually able to ignore them, though. Until he and Remus brought Harry to Pride for the first time.

Four-year-old Harry, in his adorable little ‘I love my guncles’ shirt, holding a rainbow flag and decked out in so many free rainbows he looked like a walking advertisement for the event.

As soon as the woman holding her ‘Homosexuality is a Sin’ sign acknowledged Harry, Sirius was ready to throw hands. Lunging forward, he glowered, one hand clenched at his side, the other grabbing for Harry’s shirt to pull him away from the woman.

But she continued talking, leaning down to get in Harry’s face.

“Young man, are you scared? I know all of these men in dresses are terrifying, yes?” she cooed, making Sirius growl and Remus start toward her as well.

But before anyone else could speak, Harry wrinkled his nose and said, “Your breath is scary. Did you eat eggs or something?”

The woman’s mouth popped open and Sirius and Remus turned to each other, smiles stretching onto their faces. 

“Hell yeah, Haz!” Sirius grinned, high-fiving his godson and scooping him up, carrying him away from the fuming woman, Remus chuckling behind them.

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deny - @jeggyverses-jegulus-microfic - word count: 206

"Oooo, I bet I know!" Peter shouted, bouncing a little on his bed as the four of them sat around in their dorm, unashamedly gossipping about who Regulus Black could possibly be dating.

The rumors had been going around for weeks. Regulus, who was notoriously aloof and often downright cruel, with a resting bitch face even worse than Sirius's, was seeing someone. But the Slytherin refused to say who, even when Sirius had hounded him for hours about it. So, naturally, the four Gryffindor boys had resorted to debating which Hogwarts student was unlucky enough to be stuck with the swot.

"Who, Wormy?" Sirius demanded, feeling like they'd exhausted every possible option.

"James!" Peter yelled, whirling around to point wildly at a completely shell-shocked looking James Potter.

The room was silent for a moment as Peter grinned, Sirius gaped, Remus looked uneasy, and Jame sat frozen.

Then, Peter burst out laughing. "Ha! Kidding! Imagine, though?"

Immediately the tension broke, and Sirius began laughing as well. "Oh Merlin," he wheezed. "Too bloody funny, Wormtail."

After about five seconds, James joined in. "HA! Uh...HA! Yeah. Too funny," he murmured, an odd expression on his face.

Only Remus seemed to realize that James didn't once deny the accusation.

[samo-lyuba]

Kind reminder to look up c: 🌼

[outromoonyy]

​"I think Mary thinks we're sleeping together."

​"We are sleeping together," Sirius mumbled, his chin hooked lazily over Remus's shoulder. They were on the common room sofa, and despite the fact that they were the only ones sitting on it, Sirius was pressed practically into Remus's lap.

​"We share a dormitory," Remus corrected, trying to ignore the solid warmth of Sirius against his side. "That is not the same thing."

​"She asked me how long we've been in love."

​Remus stopped breathing. The crackle of the fireplace suddenly sounded very far away. "And what did you say?"

​Sirius shifted, finally dropping his feet from the coffee table to turn and face Remus completely. He didn't hesitate. "I told her since second year."

​Remus's heart slammed against his ribs. "You lied."

​"Did I?" Sirius asked softly. His hand moved up, his thumb brushing over a faint scar on Remus's cheek. "Tell me I lied, Moony, and I'll go tell Mary she was wrong."

Remus stared at him, the silence roaring in his ears. The weight of it was too much. Sirius was too close, too warm, and looking at him like that.

The fight completely drained out of him. With a shaky exhale, Remus just let his head drop forward, burying his face in the crook of Sirius's neck.

He felt Sirius’s breath catch before both arms wrapped around him, holding him tight against the cushions.

"Mary is entirely too nosy."

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sorry - jegulus - @jeggyverses-jegulus-microfic - word count: 223

The silence in the room rang in Regulus’s ears, ridiculously loud after the words he’d just hurled in James’s direction.

And fuck.

James’s face.

It’d crumpled at the sound, his beautiful mouth turning downward and his eyes widening just a fraction, filling with hurt.

“James,” Regulus whispered, realization and horror hitting him in the gut.

James grimaced, shaking his head a little. “I–fuck, Reg. I need a minute.”

But when James’s hand reached toward the doorknob, Regulus crumpled, utterly distraught. “Please. Please don’t leave me. Please, I can’t–I’m so fucking sorry, James, please just don’t–” he murmured, works choked with tears that immediately began to fall down his cheeks.

And now, the taller boy looked stunned. “Reg. Reggie, hang on…” he stepped toward him, placing a hand on his shoulder, anchoring him as he shook. “Baby, I’m not leaving you. I’m just…I’m mad, yeah? But I need to go for a walk, then we’ll talk. I promise, I’m coming back.”

Relief. Sweet, heady relief took his breath away as he sobbed, hands shaking as he pressed them to his mouth. “Alright,” he whispered, a bit caught off-guard. 

It was strange. To have anger, without fear of consequence. But falling asleep in each others’ arms that night, after having truly talked out what had happened, was one of the best feelings in the world.

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pen - @jeggyverses-jegulus-microfic - word count: 363

He was going to do it.

Today was the day.

After weeks of pining, months of thinking about him, years of finding him beautiful, James was finally going to talk to Regulus Black.

He’d talked with Sirius, of course. Come up with a foolproof plan. Sirius had been a bit upset about James fancying his brother at first, but he’d gotten over it quickly, rallying and deciding to help.

Because the thing was, Regulus was…tricky. To talk to. 

He was scary. He didn’t like small talk and he didn’t warm up to people easily. But fuck, James liked him. The few times they had talked–they’d run into each other on campus, or at parties, or when Regulus had visited James and Sirius’s dorm room–it’d been so, so good. Like magic, sparks flying between them, James completely breathless.

So he just needed an excuse to talk to him. To see him again.

It was genius, really.

“Ask him…to borrow a pen,” Sirius had suggested, like he was presenting groundbreaking research never before heard of.

James’d blinked, confused. “A…pen?”

“Yeah, mate! Because not only do you talk to him once, then and there, but then later….you pick when to give it back! Find a time when he’s alone, and you have an excuse to catch up and talk to him! It’s bloody genius!”

And it was.

So now he sat, nervous, waiting in the once class he and Regulus shared, for Regulus to arrive.

When he did, James had to take about a minute to get up the nerve. To pump himself up, to remind himself that he could do this. Then he turned to the gorgeous boy who sat diagonally in front of him, cleared his throat, and said in his most casual, polite voice, “Ahh…Reg?”

“Hm?” 

Regulus turned to him and James almost threw up. Fuck, he was goreous. All haughty and pretty and perfect. He mentally shook himself, trying to focus. “You got a pen I can borrow?” he asked, proud of himself for staying so calm.

Yes! He’d done it! Plan successful!

Regulus grimaced. “No, Potter, sorry. Just the one.”

James deflated, utterly defeated. Fuck. He needed a new plan.

[gay-and-mad-about-it]

katsuki: you think izuku has a crush on me? what, just because he follows me around everywhere, overlooks my bad personality, gives me constant praise, supports me unconditionally, and stares at me in awe anytime i do anything?

mina: you get how stupid you sound, right?

katsuki: i heard it as i was saying it, yeah

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news - @jeggyverses-jegulus-microfic - word count: 346

"Alright, Reg?" Dorcas asked casually, joining him on a bench in the deserted courtyard by the clock tower.

Regulus, who had been sitting silently, staring off into the distance, barely blinked. "Fine. Having an existential crisis, I think," he muttered.

"Ah. Seems normal," she replied, smirking a bit, knowing better than to pry. "Want to talk about it?"

He glanced at her, then away again. "No."

"Pity."

They sat together in the quiet for a while longer before Regulus, grimacing and fidgeting with his sleeve, finally broke. "Who d'you go to first? When you have good news?" he demanded, like he was interrogating a prisoner.

Dorcas tilted her head, wondering where this was going. "Erm, you lot, usually. Well...lately, Marlene. I get excited to tell her things, you know?" It was an understatement. Lately, she adored telling Marlene everything, and every moment not spent with her girlfriend felt like a moment wasted.

This, however, appeared to be the wrong answer, as Regulus let out a loud grumble and crossed his arms. 

"Offended?" she asked lightly, raising an eyebrow.

The glare he threw her was so full of loathing it might have killed her, but she simply let it bounce off her skin, waiting for Regulus to process. Then, after several more seconds--

"I got an O on my Arithmancy exam." He said it like he'd eaten bad fish.

"That's great, Reg! You studied so hard!" she grinned, trying to be encouraging while also completely flummoxed.

"No!" he looked to her, eyes wide. "Because you know who I wanted to tell first?"

She had a funny feeling she knew the answer, but playing dumb seemed like the best option. "Barty?"

"James fucking Potter," Regulus confessed, fury in his tone, head falling into his hands.

Yep. That answer, she could have seen a mile away. Trying to stifle a grin, she merely nodded. "And...did you?"

His expression was pained now. "Yes. He said he was proud of me."

And then...

Regulus's lips, pushed together and quivering, began to slowly, slowly morph into a very reluctant smile.

[sunny-therapy]

Wolfstar Merlin AU

Obsessed with medieval vibes and the Merlin verse. It was only a matter of time before I blended Arthurian legend with Wolfstar. The parallels I found while watching are literally insane. Send help!!🙂‍↕️🙏🤎🖤

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fingerprint - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 354 - anon request for wolfstar first date!

“So…it’s nice out today.”

Remus can hear it, even as he says it. The strained tone of his voice, the ridiculousness of talking about the weather with his best friend of six years. But fuck, he’s so bloody nervous that he can’t even look into Sirius’s stunning gray eyes. Instead, he just focuses on the condensation on the outside of his glass of Butterbeer, on pressing a fingerprint to the sweaty surface.

Sirius, of course, isn’t having any of it.

“Moons, it’s raining,” he says with a chuckle, gesturing out the window of the pub.

Fuck.

“Good for…plants,” he mutters, grasping at straws and wishing he could melt into the furniture.

Sirius doesn’t grace that intelligent comment with a reply. Instead, he snorts. “Moony, you look like you’re going to shit yourself.”

And finally, this makes Remus look up, stunned, because what kind of date conversation is that? “Padfoot!” he exclaims, a reluctant smile forming on his lips.

The smile on Sirius’s face makes Remus want to do something crazy, like kiss him. “What?” he protests, beaming. “You do! Did you eat something bad for breakfast? See Snape’s face as we walked over here? What’s got you turning green?”

Remus can’t help but splutter a bit, knocked out of his self-conscious anxiety by Sirius’s antics. “I–I’m nervous, Sirius! We’re on a date, I–”

“So you forgot how to talk? Merlin, Moons, ‘it’s nice out today.’ How cliche can you be?” But Sirius is clearly teasing, his eyes sparkling with humor as he reaches forward and grabs for Remus’s hand, causing sparks to shoot up his arm and down his spine. “What if we talk like, I dunno, we actually know each other?”

It’s so stupid, how Sirius can calm Remus in seconds. He loves it. “We could try that,” he jokes back, biting back a smile.

“Splendid,” the shorter boy grins. “So I was thinking, after this, we can go to Zonkos, get some dungboms, then snog a bit, hm?”

“Sirius!”

“C’mon, Moony, tell me it’s a good plan!”

He grinned widely this time, even as he felt himself blush. “It’s a good plan.”

[sunny-therapy]

The Lovers. A Jegulus tarot card 😏

[peckedpolaris]

crack fic where after falling through the veil, sirius falls back out

when asked how he managed that, he says that his little brother regulus called him a dumbfuck who died in a lame ass cringe way, and kicked him out and told him to come back in a cool badass way that wouldnt embarrass regulus

[wonderduosolos]

All of Deku’s students know more about Bakugou than any of his regular fans. Deku will not shut up about him, at least 15 minutes of class everyday is dedicated to what his students call “Kacchan Time” in which he rants about Bakugou’s latest hero save or his costume and how it could be better or some random UA story.

Also best way to get a 90-100 in any assignment is to write about Bakugou, or use him as a postitive example, etc.