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post azkaban, my old men ✨
2026
throwback to the milves <3
i know they're like very young evil empire wizards who've been groomed and tortured into committing terrible crimes but also i'm watching bren astrid and eadwulf interact and flirt on this mission and kicking my feet and giggling
How many times have you watched this scene in particular?
Yes.
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.
forgiveness - jegulus - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 338 - this was a request, but I deleted the request in my inbox before I wrote down the person's name to tag, I'm sorry! I hope you see this!
Regulus Black did not ask for forgiveness. Asking for anything was being vulnerable, something he quite despised. Plus, that meant admitting he was wrong, which he never was.
But lately, he’d found himself doing a lot of things he’d sworn to himself he would never do.
Walking to the Quidditch Pitch, he wasn’t surprised to see James there speeding through drills like he was facing a professional team the next morning, though his next school game wasn’t for weeks. Face red and–to Regulus’s shock–streaked with tears–the boy was absolutely focused, but every time he tried to pull off a difficult move, he failed more than the time before. Cursing, heaving in breaths, he just doubled back to try again.
“Potter!”
James didn’t listen.
“Potter!” Regulus called again, a little bit more desperately.
No response.
So, voice breaking on the word, he yelled out, “James!”
The Gryffindor turned and, upon seeing him, slowly flew to the ground, his expression a mixture of a million emotions. Swiping at the moisture on his skin, he grumbled, “What?”
Regulus’s heart cracked in two. “James, I…”
Annoyance flashed on the older boy’s face. “Reg, what? I’m…I’m practicing, what is it?”
It killed Regulus to see James like this. So gruff and grumpy, so unlike his usual self. Maybe that was why he had the courage to utter the words: “Gods, James, I’m sorry!”
Shock flickered across James’s features, but he didn’t speak.
Regulus heaved in a breath. “I was…stupid, and being an arsehole, and you…you just…I don’t get how you can just do this! Without being scared all the time!” He chuckled wryly. “Like, what if I’m not worth it, you know? Isn’t it just easier, to not even try? To want something else?”
But now, James was staring at him like he was utterly mad. “Reg,” he mumbled, shaking his head slowly, “You can’t change how I feel, love. I’ve already decided I want you. You just have to let me.”
Those words struck Regulus right in the chest, leaving him gasping.
blush - jegulus - @jeggyverses-jegulus-microfic - word count: 374
“...in fifth year. Then, of course, there was Lily,” James said softly, shrugging as he sat, cross-legged, facing Regulus, his eyes nervous and his teeth gnawing softly at his lip. “And…erm…I snogged Mary once, fourth year…I think that’s it,” he admitted, chuckling. “It’s a short list.”
Regulus had been nervous for this day: the day they brought up the topic of past crushes and exes. Originally, he’d been scared to hear about the vast number of conquests the great James Potter no doubt had. But now that he was learning the truth, he was scared for a very different reason. “Oh,” he mumbled, looking down at his hands.
“Oh? That’s not good,” the older boy chuckled, smiling wryly.
“No! It’s just…I may have heard a couple more names…going around the school,” Regulus admitted, shrugging. “Not judging, of course, s’just…” he let his answer linger, and James’s lips curled upward.
“Reggie,” the Gryffindor faux-gasped, placing a hand to his chest. “Were you jealous?”
“Absolutely not,” he snapped immediately, blushing and making James laugh. “Not at all.”
“Alright, then who do I have to be worried about?” the older boy retorted, tilting his head to the side.
Regulus thought about that question for a long moment before answering slowly, his voice wavering with his fear of being so vulnerable. “I’ve kissed a lot of people,” he mumbled, staring down at his folded hands. “Did more with a handful.”
“Handful,” James repeated with a suggestive laugh, his tone not judgemental at all.
Regulus shot him a glare, then sighed, his heart hammering again. “Yes. Well. But I never….dated. Not really.”
He saw James’s eyes widen at that confession but the older boy pressed smoothly forward. “Crushes? C’mon, I’m sure you fancied someone,” he asked, eyebrows waggling.
And that was exactly the problem. He felt his small blush turn into flames all over his body. “Just one person,” he murmured, looking down.
“Who? Barty?” James asked, looking genuinely interested.
Regulus just looked at the other boy helplessly until the information clicked.
“Oh,” the Gryffindor said, a smile spreading on his face.
“Oh.”
But before he could overthink it, his lips were being claimed by James, and all of his nervous thoughts were pushed firmly from his brain.
Two children ignoring the artwork at the San Francisco Museum of Art. ca. 1960s
Photographer: Herb Slodounik
Fuck, dude, it sure is.
