“fashion” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 399 words
“What are you doing here?” Regulus ask Sirius exasperatedly when he opens the door.
“I’m here to help you get ready for your date with James, duh.” Sirius says pushing past him with an arm full of clothes.
“Sirius, I don’t need your help, and I certainly don’t need your clothes. I already know what I’m wearing and he’s going to be here in an hour. So can you please leave?” Regulus is still holding the door open, but Sirius has already made his way to the bedroom. Regulus closes the door with a sigh and reluctantly follows Sirius.
“Is this what you’re planning on wearing?” Sirius asks pointing to the neat black slacks and dark green jumper Regulus has laying on his bed. Regulus just nods his head. “Well, thank God I’m here! You have no fashion sense at all!” Sirius unceremoniously drops all his clothes on the bed beside Regulus’ outfit and starts going through them.
Sirius has Regulus try on no less than 20 outfits, all different combinations of the things he brought over. About an hour later Regulus is standing in front of his mirror wearing neat black slacks and a dark green jumper with a beaming Sirius beside him.
“See! This is perfect! I don’t even remember bringing this, but obviously I’m a genius because this looks great!” Sirius says excitedly.
“Yes, thank you, you’re a genius.” Regulus tells him, dripping with sarcasm as he rolls his eyes. “Now can you please leave he’s going to be here any–” The doorbell cuts him off and Sirius runs out of the room. Regulus just groans and follows him.
“…and no funny business and have him home by eleven.” Regulus walks in on Sirius telling James. James’ eyes immediately shift to Regulus, and he brushes past Sirius.
“Sure, whatever you say Sirius.” James says dismissively walking up to Regulus. “You look beautiful.” He says with a bright smile passing Regulus a bouquet of flowers. Regulus takes the flowers and hides his smile behind them whispering a small “Thank you.”
“You ready to go?” James asks.
“Yes, please.” He takes James’ hand, and they walk towards the door. As he passes Sirius, he hands him the flowers.
“Put these in water then get out of my house.” He tells Sirius firmly then instantly soften when he turns back to James, and they leave for their date.
Remus opened the door, well aware that Sirius had asked him to call so that he could pick him up and not have to walk all the way from the bus stop. He was prepared to use any excuse: that it was nice weather, that he liked the walk. Anything that spared him from admitting he felt too worthless to waste Sirius' time.
Sirius' first question was another, though.
“How did it go?”
“I suck.” Remus declared calmly.
“The doctor did not say that”, Sirius answered even calmer. To calm. I’m-dealing-with-a-mental-patient kind of calm.
Remus let himself be led to their kitchen and accepted a big cup of tea.
“No”, he admitted, “he didn’t say that. In fact, he told me well done for seeking help. But he must have thought I’m a bad case since he prescribed me medicine, put me on half-time sick leave and referred me to a psychologist.”
The tears were there again, burning his eyes. Crying was all he did nowadays.
Sirius put a gentle hand on Remus’ arm.
“I tried to be positive and said, ‘nice, then I can work until noon and then go home and sleep.’ Do you know what the fucker said? ‘Absolutely not. You need daylight and activation. Take walks. Work in the garden.’”
“You used to love working in the garden,” Sirius says slowly.
Remus looks down at the table and spins his teacup in his hands a couple of times.
“I used to love working in the garden. But nothing is fun anymore.”
“That’s why you need help. That’s why you did the right thing today.”
“What is my boss going to say?”
Sirius shrugs. “What can she say? You’ve got a doctor’s note.”
Remus drinks his tea. Sirius offers him a cookie, which he doesn’t take.
“I’m going to get fat by the medicine.”
“You’ve never been fat in your life, you lucky arse.”
“I’m not making this up,” Remus protests. “Increased appetite and weight gain are among the well-known side-effects.”
“That doesn’t mean it’s going to happen to you.”
“I’m going to get fat and ugly and you are going to leave me”, Remus presses. Just because he can. Just because he knows he’ll get the reassurance he wants.
“I’m never going to leave you. Never ever. Besides, if you get a little more appetite that’s only good for you, then I don’t have to force you to eat that often.”
He reaches for Sirius and he is there in an instant. Wrapping his arms around him, providing just the safe spot he needs when everything else is chaos.
At least this is a start. He’ll try this. If it doesn’t help, he’ll try something else.
This is me, in case anyone cares. I'm Remus. Imagin if I had been married to Sirius and come home telling him about today's visit to the doctor.
Minific Wolfstar fluff -1011 words- G rated also posted on ao3
I love you
Remus is a fidgeter. He’s always doing something with his hands, making something. And he always gives his little creations to Sirius.
After three months of dating, he’s given Sirius:
1. a rock that matches his eyes (which Remus found by memory while in Beasts class)
2. a strand of Remus’ hair with a strand of Sirius’ hair tied around it
3. a little broomstick he made with sticks and grass (and charmed to fly around him when it’s picked up)
4. a scrunchie he crocheted with his mum over spring break (it only sort of looks like a scrunchie)
5. a random animal bone he rubbed his thumb on until it became misshapen and smooth
6. way too many origami animals that James secretly charmed to run around when Sirius says Remus’ name
And all sorts of other stuff he’s found or made. He doesn’t expect Sirius to keep any of it but he does. He keeps all of it. He charmed a box so it would always fit any small items placed inside.
They’re sitting in the library, Remus is reading and Sirius is working on a paper that he should have finished days ago.
“I love you,” Sirius tells him, leaning over to bump their shoulders. Remus flushes slightly and kisses Sirius’ head. I love you, he thinks.
Only a moment later, Sirius is swept away by James and Marlene for a sudden quidditch practice. Gideon, who’s a year below him, moves to sit across from Remus. They’re not really friends, but they’re friendly, as all the Gryffindors are with each other.
“Why don’t you say it back?” He asks. Remus cocks his head to the side, confused.
“What?” He asks.
“He said I love you. You didn’t say it back. Actually, I’ve never seen you say it back.”
“I— um…” Remus loves Sirius. He loves him more than he’s ever loved anyone or anything ever. He just doesn’t know how to tell him. He can’t make the words cross his lips when Sirius is there no matter how hard he tries.
Sirius says I love you, and instead of saying it back, Remus kisses him or hugs him or runs away with a convenient excuse of forgotten homework (which is ridiculous since they all know Remus doesn’t forget homework). It’s not that he’s not ready —he loves sirius, he knows he does— he just… can’t.
And now he’s thinking, does Sirius know? Does he know that Remus loves him? That to Remus, he’s the best thing that’s ever happened? What if he thinks Remus doesn’t love him?
He leaves Gideon without answering, gathering his stuff and quickly leaving the library. It’s almost like he blacked out because he suddenly finds himself in the astronomy tower.
It’s windy; strong enough that he’s almost worried it’ll blow him away. But he’s too caught in thought to worry about anything else.
It’s probably at least an hour before he starts talking out loud, saying the things he wishes he could say to Sirius. He has no problem saying them when he’s alone, he can even say them to Lily when he’s talking about Sirius, but when Sirius is there…
“I do love you,” he says like he’s practising what he wants to say to Sirius, though he knows he won’t be able to.
“I love you more than anything. I love every bit of you. I just…” His chest feels tight, his lungs heavy. “I don’t know how to say it. I can’t say it. When i try it feels like my stomach is going to eat its way out and my throat closes and I can’t breathe. The words are on my tongue and I know what they are but they won’t leave my mouth and—”
A floorboard creaks behind him. Remus whips around and is faced with Sirius, who’s staring at him, a small smile on his lips and eyes unreadable.
“I—” Remus tries to speak but anxiety coils in his stomach, tightening around his throat, choking him. He makes a small gasping sound.
“It’s okay,” Sirius says. He steps closer until they’re only inches apart, his gentle hands resting on Remus’ arms, grounding him. “I heard what you said. I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop, but…” He’d heard it all?
Sirius nudges his head on Remus’ chest and smiles up at him. “I’ve always known you love me,” he tells Remus. A little sound —a sigh of relief, maybe— escapes Remus. He pulls Sirius into a hug and they stand there like that, swaying slightly in the wind.
“I know you have a hard time talking about feelings,” Sirius says into his chest. “Honestly, I thought that’s why you always give me stuff. I know you like to collect as well.”
Remus smiles into Sirius’ hair. “I don’t collect,” he mumbles, barely loud enough for Sirius to hear him over the wind.
Sirius barks a laugh at that. “Remus,” he says, leaning back to look at his face. “How many books have you reread?”
“None,” Remus says in a confused tone. “I don’t need to. I remember what I read.”
“Exactly. Yet you keep all your books because you like them. That’s collecting, Love.” As Sirius speaks, the anxiety is slowly loosening its hold on Remus.
“Oh.”
“Oh, indeed,” Sirius jokes, but his face turns serious after. “I don’t need you to tell me you love me. I already know you do. I see it when you give me things you made or found. I feel it when you look at me, when you talk to me. I feel it when I’m the only person who’s allowed to touch you.” Sirius runs his hands over Remus’ back, like proving a point.
“I like telling you that I love you. But I don’t need to hear you say it to know that you love me, okay?”
Remus smiles and pulls Sirius close again. “Thank you,” he whispers.
“For what?” Sirius asks.
“Just…” he swallows hard. “You know.”
“Yeah. I know.” And Remus can hear the smile in his voice.
your right, the LORE behind regulus as the bio dad. That poll freaking better go the way j want it to. Or the coin toss, idk!
RIGHT!!!! Like i don’t care who wins, but if it isn’t the one i want to win I’ll be upset.
And like the lorreeee…
he would be all like Sirius in this seer!reader fic by @ellecdc but like so much more withdrawn and like so worried about what’ll happen you know? Because the baby has his silver eyes (that’s what I think) and he in just kinda sets in that he’s a father and what if he can’t do this what if he’s like Orion and Walburga he would’ve been ok if it was Remus’s baby because it couldn’t inherit his fuck upedness (which isn’t true at all and upedness is a new word and it is pronounced as upp-edd-ness no weirdness) anyway, I think Remus and reader would try and comfort him, but he was just withdrawing into himself and so they call in Sirius and Sirius just sits him down and tells him it’s ok to be worried, he went through a lot of rough shit as a kid, but even though it was hard Reggie has grown and he knows what is wrong and what is right and that he is going to be the best father ever because he has two amazing partners and an awesome brother who will be an epic uncle (and an even better godfather, (tho Sirius probably said dogfather).
whelp that was a lot longer than I expected but uhhh tada ✨👐✨
When Sirius found out about Jegulus, he wasn't mad, no but instead he was sad because his best friend and brother felt like they can't tell him. they thought he wouldn't support them. and that made him feel like he failed as a best friend and a brother.
So he reassured them that he'd be supportive as long as they're happy (and giving the "talk" to both of them). he still dramatically act disgusted when James and Regulus kiss as a joke but they all know that he's like a proud mom inside
you ever wanna reblog something with your opinion but you know u could possibly get hella hate from the fandom that is one of the few reason for your happiness rn?
