Mug - Jegulus + Marylily + Past Jily + kid Harry!!! - @jeggyverses-jegulus-microfic - word count: 576

“Daddy?”

James smiled at his son, who was toddling towards him as he cooked dinner. “Yes, Prongslet?”

“We have a problem,” Harry declared, but his lisp made it quite funny.

James turned the stove off and crouched down to Harry's height. “And what might the problem be, my little Marauder?”

“I don't think Papa loves me.”

That made James's heart sink. “What?”

After their separation, Lily and James had both tried their hardest to ensure Harry grew up never questioning whether he was loved. They stayed in friendly terms, still had family outings with Harry, and spoiled Harry to the extent of concerns by their parents. That didn't change even after Lily moved in with Mary, and James with Regulus. If anything, Harry was ecstatic that he had double the number of parents to love him.

But now Harry was… questioning it.

“Of course Papa loves you, Harry,” James said, trying to sound as convincing as possible, because he knew Regulus adored Harry. That man had gone through a full week's worth of breakdowns in a single hour before Harry's first visit to Grimmauld Palace. “Why do you think he doesn't?”

James waited with baited breath for his son's reply.

Harry pouted. “Because he isn't telling me what he wants for Father's Day!”

James blinked. Then he laughed.

He had a habit of loudly declaring what he wanted for Father's Day. Then Lily would take Harry out for shopping and get him his gift. Harry thought that was the norm.

“Harry, Harry, Harry.” James hugged Harry tightly, then kissed his messy hair. “My little Prongslet. What do I do with you?”

“I'm serious!” Harry said indignantly. “You're laughing!”

“I'm sorry.” James cupped Harry's cheeks. “But guess what? I know exactly what we can give Papa for Father's Day.”

Harry's eyes lit up. “Really?”

“Of course, Daddy's a genius, he knows everything.” James lifted Harry into his arms, his grin wide. “Time to go shopping, Prongslet. Let's get dressed.”

Regulus knew something was up when he saw his husband's cheery grin during breakfast. Of course, that was James's default expression, but this was too smiley, even for him.

Harry wearing the same expression did not lessen his suspicions.

He slowly laid down his fork, eyeing the man. “James,” he said slowly, “what did you do?”

James exchanged a look with Harry. Those little reminders that James and Harry shared a connection he could never dare to intrude on… it made him feel undeserving of the title Papa. And he tried very hard to be worthy of it.

James grinned at Regulus. “We really were planning to wait until dinner.”

Regulus blinked. “What?”

“Nothing to worry about, love. Harry, go and get it, please.”

Immediately, Harry hopped off to his room, then hurried right back to the dining table, his green eyes bright and full of anticipation.

“For you!” He thrust a small box towards Regulus, wrapped clumsily in emerald green paper and silver ribbons.

Regulus took it, surprised. “Thank you,” he said, uncertain, and began to unwrap the gift.

It was… a mug.

With big bold words printed on it: #1 DAD!!!

Regulus's breath hitched.

“Happy Father's Day, Papa!” Harry said with glee. “I love you!”

Regulus stared at James, who was pretending to wipe a tear from his eye, looking like a proud parent. Then he looked back at his stepson.

His son.

He laughed, and wrapped his arms around Harry. “I love you, too, Harry.”

McGonagall is strict about seating charts. She separates James and Peter because they distract each other. She separates the Prewett twins because they cause explosions.

But she never separates Sirius and Remus.

One day, a substitute professor takes over Transfiguration and immediately moves Sirius to the front and Remus to the back to stop them from whispering.

The lesson is a disaster. Remus, usually top of the class, can’t get his teapot to sprout legs. Sirius, usually a natural, ends up shattering three teacups in frustration. The air in the room feels heavy, static, and discordant.

When McGonagall returns, the substitute complains about their lack of focus. McGonagall just sighs and moves them back to their shared desk.

Immediately, the static clears. Remus casts a non-verbal spell perfectly. Sirius leans back, relaxed, his magic settling instantly.

"It’s called Magical Resonance," McGonagall explains to the confused substitute, watching them bicker over a quill. "Mr. Black’s magic is volatile and chaotic. Mr. Lupin’s is controlled but often suppressed. When they are within three feet of each other, they create a perfect circuit. They don't just work better together, they literally balance each other’s magical cores. Separating them is like trying to split an atom. It just causes a mess."

"i hate sirius hes so full of himself" no you just wanna be full of him too

Remus is a forehead kisser and Sirius is a cheek kisser.

i am so easily impressed by trees

me : [typing on my computer]

my gf : you’re writing again !

me : yeah i feel inspired !

my gf : you’re like william shakespeare

me : yeah im sure shakespeare would have loved writing rosekiller fanfictions too

You lot are all wrong mountains were MOVED to ensure James and Sirius couldn’t even look at each other in class

The mountain was Remus, the lanky bastard

Jan 14, 16- face, gym

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Jegulus but make it that one scene from friends where James accidentally kisses Regulus forgetting they are in a secret relationship and James ends up kissing everyone in the room but the real confusion comes in how James kissed Regulus and left unscathed when everyone know how much Regulus hates him.

wolfstar physically cannot keep their hands off each other. like, they can't. whenever they're together remus is always holding sirius's hand, or sirius is clinging onto remus's jumper, or remus's hands are on sirius's waist, you get the gist. theyre actually so sickeningly in love with each other.

day 52 of

reg note of the day

yes baby, bottle all that sadness up, cause that’s what you’re made for

wall - jegulus - background wolfstar - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 439

When James awoke to the sounds of early morning, the first thing he registered was that he was not in his bed. It took him a few seconds to remember that he, Sirius, Remus, and Regulus had decided to go camping in the woods by the Potters’ house as a way to enjoy the summer.

It took him a second more to remember who he was sharing a tent with.

The night before, Regulus had used his wand to enlarge one of his pillows and use it as a wall between them, making it very clear that though they were sharing a sleeping space, they would not be doing anything as ridiculous as cuddling. “This is just a necessity, Potter,” he’d said. “Do not make me curse you in your sleep.”

Which is why James was so shocked (and a little scared) to realize next that Regulus was laying half across his chest.

He knew he should say something. To gently shake the boy awake or try to move him so they had some space between them again. But fuck, the warm weight of him on James’s body and the smell of Regulus’s hair…the way he seemed to cuddle closer every once in a while and the soft little breaths he took, so peaceful in his sleep.

James just wanted to drink in this moment.

So he did. For a little while, he allowed himself to have the boy he truly never thought he would, just holding him, adoring him like Regulus deserved.

Until noises from outside told him that Sirius and Remus were awake.

“Reg,” he mumbled gruffly, gently shaking the boy on top of him. “Reggie.”

Moaning a little, Regulus stirred, long eyelashes fluttering open to reveal silver-gray eyes that left James breathless. It took him a moment to realize where he was, but oh, when he did–he went bright red.

“I swear, I didn’t move anything,” James murmured nervously, a bit afraid for his life.

Regulus just faltered, pulling back and scowling. 

But that wouldn’t do. 

Despite his better judgement and the Remus-sounding voice in his head screaming at him to stop, James sat up on his elbow and leaned forward, cupping Regulus’s face in his hand and looking him in the eye. “But Reg? I liked it, though. A lot.”

If Regulus had been red before, he was maroon now.

They didn’t mention it again, and the entire day Regulus was flustered and awkward. But that night? The younger boy didn’t build the pillow wall. 

And before they fell asleep, he curled into James’s side, sighing contentedly in the dark.

James couldn’t help but beam.

Remus tucking Sirius’ hair behind his ears is actually an integral part of their relationship

Hopefully this tip can really help someone, please take this advice or suggest to friends and family if you feel it could really assist them 💕

I don't have this, but on the same theme,

I have a fold out card in my wallet. At the top, ticking out and visible, it says Medical Info in big red letters.

then it's got Name, age, height, weight, blood type, NKDA, the basic assessment info. A note that I have sensory issues and might need a blanket and a dark quiet room to reorient after an Accident.

Then I have a List. Every single Rx and supplement I am on, how much, when I take it. All of them. It's a lot. Nurses LOVE THIS.

then there's a short summary of what my conditions are, what that means, and what it means relevant to emergency treatment. Like how I *need* rest and sleep and checking on me every couple hours during the night will reduce me to meltdown. Or how stress will rapidly worsen symptoms. various other notes.

Then there's a section of Medical History, why I cannot possibly be pregnant, surgeries I have had, still have an appendix, etc.

Then the final page has phone numbers, my emergency contacts, my insurance because the USA healthcare system is a hellscape, my primary care doctor, and chaplain preferences when in a hospital.

Every Doctor I have who has seen this says I oughta market the format, but it's literally just index cards trimmed to the size of a credit card so that it fits in the pockets in my wallet/phone case thing. Anyone with access to paper could make or get help to make something like this.Then I laminated it with clear packing tape so they all hold together and can fold.

I LOVE being at an appointment and being able to hand over everything they want to know on a neatly written card. There's no way I could list all my meds in a quiet appointment let alone an emergency situation.

Update:

I did end up in the ER this last year, trying to breathe with lungs rapidly filling with fluid

and I DID USE THAT CARD and it was vitally helpful and I am now recovering from a situation that could have gone VERY BADLY if we'd hit any delays in care or hadn't had that info right on hand.

I could barely get a word out and they kept asking me so many questions. The family members there with me kept trying to answer nurse questions about my illness and medications, getting them wrong, and I kept gasping, "CARD!" to get them the accurate answers.

If you have any medical conditions whatsoever- Make a Wallet Card. Don't wait until you need it.

I love when you become so close with someone that you can see parts of each other in one another and you begin to say the same things and steal lines from one another and have a similar sense of humor and can exchange an inside joke with just a glance you don’t even have to talk because you have such a strong connection with them and you can sit in comfortable silence but also talk for hours it’s really hard to find that kind of compatibility