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letter - jegulus - @jeggyverses-jegulus-microfic - word count: 367

“Hey.”

Regulus jumped, turning from his open trunk to see James Potter in the doorway of his dorm room, looking distinctly uneasy. 

“Potter?” he asked, narrowly resisting the urge to furrow his eyebrows in surprise.

“Crouch let me in. He’s easy to bribe,” James said with a small smile, taking a few steps inside the room and shifting from foot to foot. “I promise, I didn’t get caught.”

Regulus nodded jerkily, again stamping his emotions down. This was most likely the last time they’d see each other before summer, he wasn’t going to waste precious time asking questions. “How very Slytherin of you,” he remarked with a small smirk.

“You’re rubbing off on me,” James retorted, grinning at the double entendre. 

Regulus rolled his eyes. “What is it, then?” he asked, trying to keep up his act of indifference.

“I have something for you.”

Guilt flooded Regulus’s stomach. He’d never even thought of getting something for James–he was too caught up in his anxiety about returning to Grimmauld, about having to be the perfect child for an entire summer. He was too upset about being without James to think about a goodbye gift. “I don’t…” he mumbled, looking down.

“You didn’t need to get me anything. Plus, this didn’t cost much,” James smiled, pulling a bundle of letters from his bag and handing them over.

Regulus inhaled, looking at the envelopes, flipping through them and noticing each was numbered. “What’s this?” he asked, unsure what he was holding.

“I know your parents look through your mail. I can’t…sending you letters probably isn’t smart, yeah? So I wrote you enough to get you through the summer: two for every week,” the Gryffindor explained, face twisting into a rather self-conscious smile that made Regulus’s knees wobble. “If you want them, that is.

The letters fell to the floor as Regulus launched forward, throwing himself into James’s arms. Through tears, he pressed his face into the taller boy’s shirt, shaking with quiet sobs. “Fuck, James,” he whispered, clinging to the Gryffindor’s body, “I’m going to miss you so much.” It broke his heart to admit, but it was the truest thing he’d ever uttered in his life.

“Me, too, baby.”

letter - jegulus - @jeggyverses-jegulus-microfic - word count: 367

“Hey.”

Regulus jumped, turning from his open trunk to see James Potter in the doorway of his dorm room, looking distinctly uneasy. 

“Potter?” he asked, narrowly resisting the urge to furrow his eyebrows in surprise.

“Crouch let me in. He’s easy to bribe,” James said with a small smile, taking a few steps inside the room and shifting from foot to foot. “I promise, I didn’t get caught.”

Regulus nodded jerkily, again stamping his emotions down. This was most likely the last time they’d see each other before summer, he wasn’t going to waste precious time asking questions. “How very Slytherin of you,” he remarked with a small smirk.

“You’re rubbing off on me,” James retorted, grinning at the double entendre. 

Regulus rolled his eyes. “What is it, then?” he asked, trying to keep up his act of indifference.

“I have something for you.”

Guilt flooded Regulus’s stomach. He’d never even thought of getting something for James–he was too caught up in his anxiety about returning to Grimmauld, about having to be the perfect child for an entire summer. He was too upset about being without James to think about a goodbye gift. “I don’t…” he mumbled, looking down.

“You didn’t need to get me anything. Plus, this didn’t cost much,” James smiled, pulling a bundle of letters from his bag and handing them over.

Regulus inhaled, looking at the envelopes, flipping through them and noticing each was numbered. “What’s this?” he asked, unsure what he was holding.

“I know your parents look through your mail. I can’t…sending you letters probably isn’t smart, yeah? So I wrote you enough to get you through the summer: two for every week,” the Gryffindor explained, face twisting into a rather self-conscious smile that made Regulus’s knees wobble. “If you want them, that is.

The letters fell to the floor as Regulus launched forward, throwing himself into James’s arms. Through tears, he pressed his face into the taller boy’s shirt, shaking with quiet sobs. “Fuck, James,” he whispered, clinging to the Gryffindor’s body, “I’m going to miss you so much.” It broke his heart to admit, but it was the truest thing he’d ever uttered in his life.

“Me, too, baby.”

Using my free will to realize Harry (who has definitely never been jealous of Pansy, just hates on her harshly every time she gets close to Draco)’s gay-ass dream of being the one petting Draco’s “gleaming” and “sleek white-blonde hair”

He’s gay. He’s autistic. His special interest is hockey. He’s waisan. He’s a bottom. He speaks French. He wears reading glasses. He doesn’t listen to music. He has an eating disorder. His favorite drink is ginger ale. He’s a sub. He has beautiful freckles. He’s canonically the hottest man in the NHL. He tried really hard and he’s really sorry but he just can’t help it. I love him so much it’s gonna make me puke

mug - jegulus - @jeggyverses-jegulus-microfic - word count: 308 - a companion piece to this

“Oh, Regulus! This is from you?” Effie cooed as she picked up a large, square package and turned to a smiling Regulus.

James shot him a confused look, but Regulus completely ignored him. “Yes, just a little something extra, Effie!” he called over the pile of gifts, grinning innocently. “I know how you like to have pictures around the house.”

Most of the room awwed, including Sirius, who was absolutely oblivious, but James just narrowed his eyes at his boyfriend more. “I thought we already gave her all her gifts,” he whispered, both confused and scared.

“Just a little something extra,” Regulus repeated, his smile truly evil now.

James knew he should stop his mum. Beg her to drop the package and run away. But by the time his brain processed Regulus’s words and expression, it was too late–the paper was ripped away and the images revealed.

“You swore you didn’t save those!” Sirius roared furiously, standing up and lunging toward Regulus, who calmly blocked him with a spell.

“I swore I didn’t make copies of them. Plural. I made only one copy for each, which I have since gifted,” Regulus drawled, gesturing to the mugshots in Effie’s hands.

The mugshots of James and Sirius, who had gotten arrested for drag racing cars on a Muggle street only a few weeks prior.

Effie looked both amused and exhausted. “Boys?” she asked, holding the frames up to Sirius and James, eyes questioning.

James slumped over. “Sorry, mum,” he and Sirius murmured in unison.

“That’s for making me go to Gringotts in the middle of a workday to exchange for Muggle money for your bail,” Regulus said with an appreciative hum as he squeezed James’s hand.

The two mugshots ended up on the mantle until next Christmas, when pictures of James proposing Regulus and Remus proposing to Sirius replaced them.

exist - jegulus - @jeggyverses-jegulus-microfic - word count: 211

“Oh! Prongs! Guess what I heard today?”

Regulus tried not to listen in to the Gryffindors’ conversation, he really did, but it wasn’t his fault that they were all loud talkers. Nose in his book, he focused his ears on the words being spoken at the table next to his, not at all mad that he’d decided to sit at the spot in the library next to James, just so he could casually watch him from afar send him the occasional glare.

“What?” James responded to Pettigrew, sounding only half-interested.

“Y’know that sixth-year, Andrews? The hot one? She fancies you!”

From behind his book, Regulus glowered, doing his best not to picture himself stabbing Andrews in the throat.

“Ah, thanks, Wormy, but you know I’m seeing–”

“Going on again about this person we all know doesn’t exist?” Sirius teased, his voice light. “S’okay, Prongsie, you were rejected by Evans, but that doesn’t mean you have to make up stories!”

Regulus was about to stand up, to tell Sirius to lay off, but then he heard James clear his throat, his tone growing much more serious. “Sirius, he’s real. I just…it’s…I’ll explain someday soon, alright? But…I like him a lot. Like…more than I’ve ever liked anyone before.”

And now, Regulus was beaming.

#must be hard work being the best friend of a disaster gay

yes good.

i kinda get it when dogs let out those big fucking sighs randomly. you gotta try it its very nice. just a big ole sigh.

dinner - @rosekillermicrofic - slightly NSFW - word count: 231

“Crouch! Rosier!”

Half the Slytherin table looked up as Professor Slughorn made his way down the aisle between tables, eyes on the two seventh-years who were trying and failing to look innocent. 

“Yes, Sir?” Evan muttered, his response nearly lost amongst Pandora Rosier’s giggles.

“I noticed that both of you missed dinner last night,” Slughorn said jovially, giving Evan and Barty a boyish grin. “Not up to any trouble, were you?”

It was silent for a few moments as Regulus, Pandora, Evan, and Barty all digested exactly what type of trouble the two were no doubt up to before Barty smirked and spoke up. “No, Professor! We just decided to…er…eat out.”

Regulus’s loud snort into his food was the only indicator that Barty was being anything other than serious, as Slughorn’s face worked through a variety of emotions while he processed the words. “Eat…what, you snuck into Hogsmeade?” he asked, brow furrowing. “Not good, boys, you could have gotten caught! Come here next time, yes?”

Barty’s smile was huge and shit-eating. “Yes, I’ll make sure to come quickly next time. Rosie, too.”

Slughorn’s satisfied expression just made it that much harder to fight to keep straight faces, but they all managed to until the older man lumbered off.

Then, as one, the four of them burst out laughing, tears rolling down their cheeks. 

“Absolutely vile,” Regulus muttered appreciatively, rolling his eyes.

anyone - jegulus - trans!regulus - anon request for transition nerves - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 423

Regulus stared into the mirror, tugging at the strands of his newly-short hair and struggling not to be sick. He was so distracted by his own racing thoughts that he nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt arms wrap around his waist, and he looked up to see James smiling softly at him through the mirror. 

“You look amazing,” James murmured into his ear, making him shiver a bit and involuntarily lean into the warmth of the taller boy, eyes flickering shut. “So fucking handsome, Reg.”

“Thanks,” he whispered in reply, but he couldn’t inject any real appreciation into his words. All he could feel was terror, knowing how so many people would probably react to him when they saw. And… “D’you think I’m faking?” he asked in a small voice. “Like…d’you think I’m just…it’s just a phase, like my parents say?”

Suddenly, two hands grabbed his waist, spinning him around so he was drowning in James’s serious glare. “No,” the older boy murmured. “You’ve been talking about this to me for months, Reg. Years, if Barty Crouch is to be believed. You nearly passed out when you told me the first time, because it means so much to you! And, really, so what if it is a phase?”

Regulus narrowed his eyes at this, unsure if James’s words were good or not. 

“No, but really! Like, say in a year you suddenly decide you’re not a boy. You grow your hair long, and you go by…er…that name…again. What’s wrong with that?”

He frowned, stomach clenching. “Dunno,” he mumbled, tears prickling his eyes. “I don’t want to, I–”

James smiled gently. “I mean, that tells you something right there, doesn’t it? But even if you did, anyone who knows and loves you would just…be okay with it.”

Regulus blinked, considering. “My parents would be…” He nearly gagged thinking about how they would react.

“Your parents can get stuffed,” James said with a roll of his eyes. “The important people don’t care. Alright?”

He turned, gazing back into the mirror, the truth seeping into his bones. “I fucking love it. The haircut. It makes me feel…” he gestured vaguely, unable to articulate the elation radiating off him when he gazed at the way the shortness of his dark curls made his jawline become even more defined.

“Good. Because you look bloody hot. Now c’mere,” James whispered, pressing a kiss to the back of his neck.

And for a moment, Regulus let himself get lost in James, not worrying about himself at all.

+ bonus:

Hey, OP. That last one was unnecessary

why is it sooo hard to conclude essays. I said all that because fuck you thats why

Ilya meeting Shane's parents must be insane for them like. Mr Ilya "The Terminator" Rozanov, terror on ice and menace in bed, politely stands there. Your very shy son admonishes him for using the word "lovers" and Russia's Greatest Rage Machine just takes it.

You ask when this started and Mister Dickhead makes sure Shane is accurate about when they started this. How dare you stave off half a year of us, Shane?

You ask if they talked to Scott Hunter and Ra Ra Rasputin says that he, famous asshole extraordinaire went to talk to Patron Saint of Hockey Gays to offer him congratulations.

You ask if he has no loyalty to Boston and Mr Fucking Fuck San Francisco is like. Nyet

Your son is having a panic attack and Miike Snow Genghis Khan calls them "boyfriends" and it's your own extremely shy and sensitive and loving son that is like MY WHAT