#Wizards for Black Lives

[thestarsarehome]

Jegulus

james:Loveee im back!!*looking at reg*…oh

regulus: what?

james:You look pale..did you eat something?? Its like 4pm

regulus: yeah ofc

james:

regulus:

james: reg what did you eat?

regulus:coffee:)

james:

regulus:

james:

regulus:

james:

regulus:*starts running away*

james:REGULUS ACTURUS BLACK COME BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!!!

#reggie love we talkes about this #im so him #he just forgot james… #RUN REGGIE! #get him james. #i love them #regulus black #i love regulus #james potter #jegulus #marauders #marauders era #coffee #regulus arcturus black #james fleamont potter #dead gay wizards #i love james #i live for jegulus

[where-is-vivian]

Regulus, coming into the living room from the bathroom, holding a bottle of shampoo: Honey, how much does your shampoo costs?

James, shrugging: Oh, it's only 3 bucks...

Regulus, looking interested: Ohhh... that's ten times cheaper than mine... but is it good?

James, nodding: Yes, it's 3 in 1, it's pretty handy.

Regulus: Hmmm... *with a sudden threatening voice* Then why don't you use it! Listen. I know damn well you don't smell lavender naturally. If i catch you using my expensive shampoo one more time— I'll make sure you won't ever need to use shampoo again.

#jegulus #james potter #yes its inspired by that vietnamese girl living in germany doing tiktoks! #regulus black #marauders #the marauders #sunseeker #starchaser #dead gay wizards #marauders era #incorrect quotes #incorrect marauders quotes #incorrect jegulus quotes

[cinnamontoastcrunch-15]

Today's @wolfstarmicrofic prompt is woo!

(265 words.)

"Prongs, I'm running out of moves!" Sirius groans miserably, burying his head into his hands.

"Nah, you just haven't found the right move, yet! C'mon, don't give up so easily! You can still woo him!" Even James' boundless optimism isn't helping him. He glances up disbelievingly.

"Really? I don't know how I can make it any clearer to him," Sirius answers.

"I do," James says with a shrug. "Oi, Moony!" Sirius' heart drops to his stomach, panic hitting him like a brick to the head as Remus glances up from where he's been leaning against the wall outside, chatting to Lily. "How would you fancy a date with Padfoot?"

Sirius is going to kill James.

For a moment, he's convinced that James has just ruined everything. Well, until he realises that Remus is smiling, his lips tugging upwards into an amused grin.

"Well, he has to ask me himself, first," Remus answers casually.

Oh.

Sirius is pretty sure his heart's beating out of his chest as James nudges him, reminding him that he does, in fact, have to approach Remus in order to ask him out. He walks over to Moony in a daze. Remus watches him with a wry smile for a moment, as Sirius tries to conjure up a sentence. To be perfectly honest, he could stand and just watch emotions flit across Remus' face for the rest of time. Still, important matters, he has to do it.

"D'you want to go to Hogsmeade this weekend? On a date?" He asks quietly.

"What took you so long?" Remus asks back with a smile.

#i'm mostly writing wolfstar fluff this month #and i have no clue why #but i'm living for it #my fave gay wizards <33 #wolfstar #sirius black #wolfstar oneshot #marauders #remus lupin #remus x sirius #young marauders #moony x padfoot #atyd marauders #marauders oneshot

[resident-gay-bitch]

This is inspired by this post :))

“Padfoot?” Harry asked, scrambling up to the table beside Sirius. He slapped his grubby little hands up on the table that was taller than he, and peaked over it to get a look at what Sirius was doing, “What’s that?”

“These are taxes.” Sirius said calmly, reaching down to grab Harry by the waist and hoist him up onto his own lap, “It’s things adults have to do with money. It’s very boring.”

“Do you have to do writing?” He asked, poking the page with a… green finger.

“Yes, a little bit.” Sirius said, grabbing Harry’s hand to get a good look at it, “Why are all of your fingers different colours, Bambi?”

“I wanted to be a rainbow!” He exclaimed, poking Sirius in the face, “Just like you!”

Beside them, Remus snickered, covering his mouth with his hand.

“Just like me, huh?” Sirius asked.

“Yeah.” Harry giggled, “Like you and uncle Moony.”

Sirius laughed and nudged Remus in the ribs, “Hear that Moons? It’s not just me.”

Remus rolled his eyes and shook his head, “You’re trouble, Harry.”

Harry giggled and smiled up at Sirius, “Do you get to do colouring on taxis?”

“Taxes, Sprout, they’re called taxes.” Sirius corrected, running a hand over Harry’s unruly hair, “And no, it’s so boring. No colours allowed.”

Harry poked out his tongue and blew a raspberry, “Can I help you? Maybe I can make it fun.”

“You can absolutely help me if you like, Remus has to help me too because I’m not much good at this stuff. I reckon you’ll be pretty good at it though, don’t you think?”

“Yeah! I’m good at everything.” Harry nodded, “Mummy says I’m the best ever.”

“Well, your mummy is right. Isn’t she, Moons?”

“She’d probably hex me if I said she was ever wrong.” Remus agreed, “So yes, your mother is always right, Harry. You are the best ever.”

Proudly, Harry grinned and stuck his hands up in the air. Sirius tugged him into a big hug and kissed the top of his head before they settled comfortably in their shared chair.

Harry listened carefully as Remus explained each step to Sirius, and together they figured out how to do Sirius’ taxes.

Once that task was done, Remus left for work and Harry followed Sirius through their little house towards the laundry.

“Can I help, please, Padfoot. Mummy says I’m so helpful.”

“Absolutely you can help me, Harry.” Sirius grinned, opening up the washing machine and pulling out all the wet laundry. “I’ll carry this basket outside because it’s very heavy, but maybe you can help me hang everything out, how does that sound?”

“Okay!” Harry shouted running off in the other direction, “I’ll go get your sunglasses!”

“They’re beside my bed!” Sirius called back, chuckling to himself as he loaded up the basket.

He met Harry by the back door, and the little boy was huffing and puffing from his run throughout the house, looking for Sirius’ sunglasses and his own pair that had gotten lost in the mess of his own little room for sleepovers.

They both put their shades on, looking super cool and awesome in them together, and went outside into the summer sun to hang the laundry.

Harry was very helpful, as he said he would be, and handed Sirius each individual item from the basket so he could hang them out. Harry wanted to help hang things up too, because he said it looked fun, but he was too short to reach the clothes line. Sirius did put the boy on his shoulders at one point to hang a few of his own little socks and undies out.

Harry was very satisfied to be helping. Sirius finds it’s adorable how Harry just wants to hang around him all the time, even when he’s doing perfectly mundane things like laundry and taxes. But he supposed he used to be the same with James.

When they were younger, Sirius would follow James everywhere, and he’d watch when James wanted to do extra homework, he’d watch when James polished his broom, and he’d hang around when James wanted to read his magazines. They were best friends, of course Sirius wanted to spend every waking minute with James.

It fills him with so much pride to be that best friend to little Harry. It makes him so happy to know that Harry likes to plod around behind Sirius, doing the most boring of things, simply because he enjoys Sirius’ presence.

Sirius and James may be the best of friends, but they’re nothing compared to the friendship Harry and Sirius have created. They’re together as much as they possibly can be. When Harry was really little, he’d often get confused and call Sirius “dad”, which only made James extremely happy of course.

After the laundry was hung out, they popped back inside for a spot of tea and muffins before getting ready to head out for the day. Harry put his favorite t-rex shirt on, and the boots Sirius bought him for his last birthday. Sirius also wore his boots, and his T.Rex shirt so they’d sort of match.

They both took their leather jackets and wore their matching “cool guy” sunglasses.

Sirius isn’t allowed to take Harry on his motorcycle without adult supervision (James does not count as adult supervision), so they walked down the street, hand in hand, to the bus stop to head into town.

Harry had a wonderful time on the bus, as he always does. He likes to press his face up against the window and watch the world zoom by. It fascinates him how they can move so fast without feeling the wind in his hair or anything, unlike flying on a broom. He thinks it’s brilliant.

He also had a lovely chat with an older lady on the bus. Harry likes to talk to strangers, which became a bit of an issue a few months ago when he’d just wonder off with them. Luckily none had been of the evil sort and helped him find his family again, but it was certainly a problem. He’s better now though, only talking with strangers when someone he knows is also there.

So when an older lady sat across from them on the bus, Harry got chatting away. She told Sirius he was such a lovely boy, and that he should be a very proud dad. Harry and Sirius both had a bit of a giggle about that, and Harry corrected her by calling Sirius his “bestest friend in the entire world and also my uncle”.

When they finally reached their stop, Sirius had to pick Harry up and carry him away because all he wanted to do was chat with the lady. He was very upset to get off the bus, but Sirius bribed him with a lollipop later, so Harry calmed down.

“What’s this place?” Harry asked as they walked through the double doors of the optometrist.

“It’s where you go to get glasses.”

“Oh…” He furrowed his brow, “Did daddy have to go here?”

“Yep.” Sirius nodded, “He has to come back every so often, too.”

“Why are we here?” Harry asked, skipping along beside Sirius as they walked up to the counter, their hands intertwined.

“Because Moony thinks I need glasses, even though I think he’s wrong. But also… you might need glasses too.”

“Like daddy?”

“Yeah, like daddy.” Sirius smiled, “We have to get a little test done, but don’t worry, it’s not scary, just a bit weird. And I’m gonna be there the whole time.”

“Okay.” Harry shrugged, “Can I get glasses like daddy?”

“You can get whatever glasses you want, if the eye doctors say you need them.”

“Okay!” Harry grinned, jumping on the spot.

When the pair were finally called in for their assessment, Sirius went first to help calm some of Harry’s rising nerves. He sat in the chair and confidently named all the letters the optometrist pointed out to him. Once all his tests were done, and Harry was squirming in his lap, excited and ready to take his own tests, the optometrist delivered some shocking news.

“Yeah, you really need some glasses.”

“Shit.”

“Bad word!” Harry gasped, “You’re not allowed to say that.”

“Bullocks, then.” Sirius corrected, “Bloody Remus, why is he always right?”

Harry was very brave through the bulk of his tests, it was only when the optometrist had to get up close to his eyes did he grab onto Sirius and squeeze his wrist so hard that he has little half moons indented in his skin from Harry’s nails.

Nevertheless, Sirius was proud of him, and he told Harry so much. Together, they wondered through the store, hand in hand, and picked out their glasses.

Harry picked a pair similar to his dads, round, black wire frames that were almost bigger than he was. He loved them though, and thought he looked amazing in them, and Sirius thought he was too adorable to not let Harry get them.

Sirius picked out some semi rimless tortoiseshell glasses that suited his face well, and didn’t draw too much attention whilst still accentuating his eyes. When he asked for Harry’s opinion, Harry just said, “You look really smart!”

Sirius looked back at his own reflection and realised he did look pretty smart, and decided he should buy them because Remus would probably find him really attractive.

Once the glasses were bought and they both stepped out wearing them, they headed down to the store to buy some groceries. Tonight, Harry wanted to help cook dinner with Sirius because they were having a big family tea. Lily and James were coming over, as well as Uncle Wormy, Aunt Mary, and Lele (or, Marlene, who refused to be called an aunt because she did not feel responsible enough for that title. Harry calls her Lele, and is the only one allowed to do so, because when he was smaller he couldn’t pronounce Marlene, or Marls, or Marlie, so he automatically shortened Marlie to Lele).

Harry got to sit in the trolley as they wandered around the store, and he was very helpful when grabbing the food they needed and putting it all in the bottom of the trolley in a very organised manner. All the cold things were on one side, all the not cold things on the other, all the big things at the back, and all the little things at the front. Sirius was very impressed with his organisation.

“What do you think, Bambi?” Sirius asked, stopping by the meats, “Would you prefer roast chicken, or roast lamb for tea?”

“Uhm…” Harry thought, tapping his chin as he inspected the meat isle, “Lamb because it’s bigger and I’m so hungry.”

Sirius giggled and grabbed the lamb, handing it to Harry to organise in the trolly, “Careful, muscle man, it’s heavy.”

“Woah!” Harry wobbled as he took it in two hands, carefully crouching down to put it where he wanted it to go, “It’s okay, I’m getting really strong.”

“Yes you are.” Sirius grinned, beginning to push the trolley again, “You’re almost stronger than I am.”

Harry giggled, very giddy on the compliment. Sirius adores how easy it is to get Harry in a giddy state, he gets so adorably flustered anytime anyone gives him a compliment, Sirius can’t help but compliment him all the time.

Honestly, it’s probably a little selfish of him, but he supposed it’s a good thing anyway, that he wants to dote on Harry all the time. He never grew up understanding what it felt like to be loved, he never had the adults in his life compliment him, or encourage him, or help him when he got things wrong, so he does all these things double for Harry.

It makes him so incredibly happy to know that the little rascal is growing up with such a loving environment around him, and with so many people who care about him so viscerally. So who gives a fuck if it’s selfish, at least Harry gets to feel pure happiness every single day, and gets tucked into bed at night with forehead kisses and story times, and at least he knows what it feels like to be loved.

He can’t help himself when he leans over and scruffs up Harry’s hair, and honestly, darn Remus because now he can see the twinkle of admiration in Harry’s eyes even better. Sirius flicks him on the end of the nose, which makes Harry giggle, and they spin around the corner to continue with their shop.

“We need to remember to get some mint when we go back past the vegetables, so we can make some mint sauce. Do you think you can remember that, smarty pants?”

“I will try my best.” Harry smiles, standing up and facing the front of the trolly to point Sirius in the right directions, because he’s in charge here, that’s the rules, according to Harry. “Can we please get some pudding?”

“I think that’s a great idea.” Sirius smiled, “What are you thinking? Maybe some icecream? Or something warm?”

“Icecream with lots of toppings!” Harry shouted, turning back to look at Sirius, “Can we have strawberries and grapes?”

“Ooh, that sounds super yummy.” Sirius grinned, “And chocolate sauce and sprinkles too?”

Harry giggled, “Yes please.”

“Lead the way, captain!” Sirius bellowed out, and Harry turned to point him in the wrong direction, and they spent the next ten mineuts getting lost in the store.

By the time they got to the register, Sirius realised he’d forgotten the mint.

When Sirius raced back to the front of the store, to find Harry standing there anxiously with fully packed bags and an impatient cashier, he panted out a quick apology, scanned through the mint, and rushed Harry out of the store with their shopping.

“Sorry, Harry.” Sirius grumbled, switching the bags around in his hand to get a comfortable grip on them, “I know you hate being left up there by yourself.”

“She didn’t even want to talk to me!” Harry pouted, carrying a whole bag of shopping by himself. He looked like he was struggling with it, but when Sirius asked if he needed a hand, he promised he was strong enough to carry it himself.

“Well, she must have sucked. Some people are so boring, aren’t they?”

“Yeah.” Harry moped.

“But, if it’s any consolation, I bought you a giant sized lollipop like I promised.”

“Giant?” Harry asked, bewildered as he looked up at Sirius.

“Giant.” Sirius whispered back, like it was a wonderful secret, “It might even be bigger than you.”

Harry laughed so brightly, almost tripping over his own feet he was so distracted by it, “You’re so silly, Paddy.”

“I know, I know, I’m just the silliest.” Sirius laughed along with him, “You can eat it on the bus, if you want. But you won’t be allowed to eat it when your mum and dad come over, or they’ll get me in trouble for letting you have so much sugar.”

“Okay, I’ll keep a secret.” Harry whispered, absolutely delighted by the thought of keeping secrets from his parents.

“Good boy.” Sirius grinned down at him, “Come on, we’re almost at the bus stop.”

On the ride home, Sirius started up a game of I-Spy, which Harry roped a couple of teenagers on their way home from school into playing. They were two girls, each with hair bigger than their backpacks, who giggled whenever Harry said something adorable.

Sirius only stopped giggling with them when one of the girls made a comment about how Harry had a really cute dad too. Which of course, Harry didn’t pick up on and only corrected them the same way he had that old lady earlier today, but Sirius very pointedly didn’t continue any conversation with them out of pure discomfort.

On the short walk back from the bus stop to Sirius’ house, Harry started to struggle even more with his shopping bag. The big day had started to catch up with him, and the little boy started to get tired, tripping over his own feet and going unnaturally quiet. Not only that, but carrying an entire shopping bag whilst also trying to eat a jumbo lollipop seemed to be a very hard task.

“Oh, Harry, would you be able to grab my keys out of my pocket? I’ve got my hands full.”

“Me too!” Harry groaned. He had a tendency to get grumpy when he’s tired.

“Yes, yes, just put that bag down for a second- here, hand it to me, there you go.” Sirius nodded, taking the bag from Harry, “And hand me your lollipop- good boy.”

Harry reached into Sirius’ pocket and pulled out the house keys, finding the right one to stick in the door, “Got them.”

“Great job.” Sirius smiled, handing the lollipop back to Harry, but keeping the bag, “And there’s all your things back, good job. How about some I-Spy?”

“Okay.” Harry shrugged, too distracted to notice that Sirius had kept the shopping bag. It wasn’t very heavy, it just had a loaf of bread, the mint, some crisps, and a punnet of strawberries in it, but that was a lot for such a little boy. Sirius knew he wouldn’t give the bag up willingly, not wanting to look weak in front of his cool Uncle Padfoot, so Sirius has to get smart about these things.

Luckily, Sirius knows his nephew well enough to do these things smoothly.

They played a lazy game of I-Spy the rest of the short walk home, and Harry cheered up a little without the extra weight in his hands. He was pretty happy to be the one who unlocked the door when they got there, and ran inside to greet Libby the lizard.

Libby was a bearded dragon Sirius had purchased on a whim one afternoon about two years ago. He and Harry had been out on a walk and popped into the pet shop so Harry could look at all the puppies and kittens, and when he saw the lizard he thought it was so hilarious and cool that Sirius brought it for him.

When Lily found out, she was furious. James was laughing his arse off, just thankful it wasn’t a cow, because Harry had previously been asking for a pet cow and he knows how easily Sirius bends to Harry’s will, especially when he pulls out the puppy dog eyes.

Lily said Harry could keep the lizard if he wanted, but it had to live at Sirius’ house, so of course Sirius agreed. At age three, Harry had a pet lizard he named Libby because there wasn’t much else he knew how to say, and Sirius took care of it for him.

The pair quickly unpacked all the bags, gave Libby her dinner, and then had a little break after their big day of walking around. Sirius made them both some tea and biscuits, and Harry did some colouring whilst they chatted.

Sirius got started on the dinner preparations whilst Harry continued to do some colouring, still too tired to help out just yet.

In the lounge, they had Led Zeppelin playing on the record player, because they were one of Harry’s favorites. Immigrant Song is Harry’s favorite, he likes to sing along to the “Ah ah aahhhhh ah” part.

Mindlessly, Sirius chopped up the vegetables for roasting, singing and dancing along to the tunes vibrating through the house.

After flipping the record, very carefully, as he had been taught by his uncles, Harry pondered into the kitchen and stepped up on his little helping-out-stool, and layed all the veggies out on the tray and covered them in oil and seasonings.

“Very good job, Harry.” Sirius smiled, taking the lamb out of the packet, “Go wash your hands again and you can help me season the meat, yeah?”

“Okay.” Harry grinned and skipped off to clean up.

Whilst waiting, Sirius turned the oven on to preheat and washed his own hands at the kitchen sink. When Harry returned, they got to smothering the meat in seasonings together and plopping it on the rack over the vegetables.

“Now, whilst that’s cooking we’ll make up the mint sauce, and then that’s all done.” Sirius smiled, “Should we prepare dessert now as well?”

“I think so.” Harry nodded, “Then we can be more fancy, like a restaurant, when everyone gets here.”

“Right you are, Sprout.” Sirius winked at him, grabbing the mint out of the fridge and instructing Harry on how to help.

They pottered around each other, and Harry did a very good job of stirring the sauce as Sirius quickly diced up the strawberries for dessert. And once everything was done, they got started on setting the table.

Remus came home about midway through their process, smiling at the inviting smell of a roast dinner. The full moon was approaching, Remus was even more appreciative of a good lamb roast than ever.

“Hi, love.” Sirius smiled, wandering over to kiss his partner hello.

“Hi.” Remus melted, kissing Sirius’ cheek back, “I see I was right?”

Sirius groaned, “Shut up- don’t Harry and I just look so flash in our new glasses?”

“Oh, look at you!” Remus smiled as Harry started to show off a bit, “Two very handsome men, you are.”

Harry giggled, hugging Remus’ leg, “Thanks, Uncle Moony!”

“Now, go shower and change.” Sirius said, shoving Remus towards their room, “We’ve got dinner to cook and guests to greet. Go, go.”

“Cute apron.” Remus smiled, backing away, “Pinks certainly your colour.”

Sirius flipped him off, one hand subconsciously smoothing over the frilly apron James had jokingly gifted him one Christmas.

Harry dragged Sirius back into the kitchen just in time to pull the roast out of the oven, and it smelt delicious. So delicious in fact, that Harry actually started drooling as he stared at it.

Sirius laughed his arse off, quickly wiping the boys chin before it dribbled down his shirt.

Once they had both calmed down a little, and Harry’s embarrassment had subsided, they got to cutting up the meat and plating. Harry was very helpful in this process, using the little tongs in the shape of dog paws to dish out all the vegetables into serving bowls, as well as transferring the cut off slices onto a platter for easy serving.

Once the table was all set and ready, and Harry was satisfied with how everything looked, he rushed over to put on some good “eating dinner” music as their family started to arrive.

Together they all sat around the dinner table, Harry at the head with Sirius right beside him at his request, and shared a lovely meal together.

James was almost rendered to tears when Harry told him he picked the glasses that looked most like his dads. Sirius had to hold his hand whilst he sobbed over his carrots.

Once the meal was done, Harry begged for another sleep over at his Uncle Pads because they had the best time ever doing big people things tomorrow. Sirius, of course, agreed, and the both of them begged James and Lily for another sleepover. Besides, Sirius had more mundane things to do tomorrow, and Harry always finds a way to make those things fun.

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Anyway, I love Sirius and Harry’s friendship and I also love the marauders just doing normal people things so I thought why not?

This was great because I haven’t been able to write in ages cause some personal shit happened and my mind has been mush ever since and I’ve had all these writing ideas but no motivation or energy to write so this was really really fun. I didn’t put too much energy or effort into it, you know, it’s a pretty basic fic but I still think it’s fun.

Thanks for taking the time to read! I’d really appreciate reblogs and comments, they always make my day <3

#perfectly mundane #jay writes #sirius & harry #sirius black #harry potter #sirius and harry are the best of bestest friends #harry idolises the shit out of his cool uncle sirius #also Harry being fascinated by the bus is such an adorable thought to me #James is such a proud dad he cries about everything Harry says or does #wolfstar #jily #they all lived #the marauders #dead gay wizards #uncle padfoot #dadfoot #uncle moony #remus lupin #lily evans #James potter #fan fic #ficlet #marauders ficlet #no war au

[kittyblackout]

Sirius: You know those things will kill you, right?

Regulus, pouring another glass of whiskey: That's the point.

Remus, smoking a cigarette: We're trying to speed up the process.

James: *Nods while eating raw cookie dough*

#marauders #dead gay wizards #james potter #regulus black #jegulus #james x regulus #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #remus x sirius #marauders + reggie #reggie lives #reggie lives au

[bellaxisworld]

february 23, @jegulus-microfic prompt: alley. word count: 519

crackfic. enjoy!

James Potter was not known for making very smart decisions. In fact, on any given day, it could be said that James Potter was undoubtedly, one-hundred-percent, certainly making bad, bad, very poor choices. His very loving friends knew to keep an eye out for his dangerous shenanigans. Mostly, his dangers were accidental. He was clumsy or did something stupid—by accident. He was labeled as a local hazard. 

Unfortunately for everyone, today was no different. 

James took a shortcut home—through a dark and dingy alley; none of its grim qualities raised any alarm bells in his head. He was skipping alone, minding his own—when he came across a miracle. 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜。.

Regulus was having a peaceful evening—a rare occurrence, being the boyfriend of one local hazard named James Potter. Regulus was relaxed, curled up sitting with a book by the window, watching the rain pitter-patter away.

The door banged open and Regulus sighed heavily, expecting chaos to ensue. James was a storm, barging into every room like some kind of natural disaster. But oh, did Regulus adore him, and every moment spent with James was worth it. James’ chaos was simply endearing, even if Regulus needed to be on high-alert all the time. 

James crashed into the room holding a—

“What the fuck?”

James positively beamed, “Regulus! I found a—I don’t even know, honestly, what this is—I think it’s some kind of miracle!” 

The furry gray thing in James’ arms was wriggling. 

James continued, “Reg, I just found it an alley, can you believe it? It must be some kind of-of miracle animal breeding, really—it looks like a cat and a dog had a baby!” He sounded so giddy.

Regulus squealed, backing away from his boyfriend, “James—” 

“Or perhaps a panda? It has weird fur lines around its eyes—” James was looking at the animal curiously, held up to his eyeline.

Regulus held his arms around his stomach protectively. “Potter! That is not a hybrid—”

James looked up, excited. “You’ve seen this before?”

He was about to have a meltdown. James just brought an alley rodent into their shoebox apartment. “It’s a fucking racoon, James!” 

James’ childish wonder did not fade. “What’s a—a raccoon?” 

“That! That thing, with the gray fur and dark mask around its eyes—and the stripy tail. A raccoon. Raccoons, James, are not friendly animals—”

James scoffed. “Please, Reg—he’s plenty friendly. I still think he’s a panda-cat-dog mix.” 

“He’s a rodent!”

James gasped. “Like Peter?”

“Yes! Just like Peter, but bigger and probably carrying more diseases from some dingy alley.” 

James was just standing by the front door, examining the rather calm rodent in his arms. The raccoon was large—James was holding it with both arms wrapped around. James looked rather put-out. He looked up at Regulus with wide eyes. “So—you won’t—I mean, we can’t—keep him?” 

Regulus blinked at him. “No, sweetheart. We’re not keeping him. Hazard behavior, James.” 

James and the raccoon said their goodbyes, but James never forgot his miracle. He kept a picture of the raccoon in his wallet. 

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ dedicating this to everyone who fed into my raccoon fanatics the past few weeks. im losing the plot, but it's just a bit of fun <3

#im imagining raccoons are not well-known by wizarding standards and that wherever he lives there are raccoons #continuity errors who cares #crackfic #microfic #jegulus #jegulus microfic #jegulus ao2 #james potter #regulus black #marauders #ao3 #starchaser #sunseeker #marauders era #the marauders #fanfic #james x regulus #regulus x james #marauders hp #hp marauders #harry potter marauders #harry potter james potter #hp james potter #hp fanfic #hp regulus black #bellaxis #bellaxis ao3 #bellaxis microfic #bella writes

[lulublack90]

Prompt - Cruel

@jegulus-microfic December 27 Word count 252

Regulus had always had a sharp tongue. James was used to it all the Marauders were. It rolled off them like water. But this. This was beyond anything he’d ever done. It was downright cruel of him.

“You don’t mean that, do you?” James’s voice was hoarse. Regulus narrowed his eyes. 

“I meant every single word of it, James.”

“Nope, you’re just annoyed with me, so you’re saying the cruelest things you can think of to try and hurt me. But I don’t believe you.” James told him, only mostly certain he was correct. 

“Believe me when I tell you again that Remus Lupin looks better on a broom than you do.”

“But he can’t even fly, Regulus.” James was visibly upset. Regulus decided to take another bite. 

“He is also the most attractive out of all of you. Smarter and has better hair.” That last jab was for his brother, who hadn’t actually done anything this time, but Regulus was having fun.

He held out his hand towards Remus, who immediately dropped his book and placed his hand into Regulus’s waiting one. Bringing them to his lips and placing a delicate kiss on Regulus’s knuckles. 

With a victorious smirk, Regulus spun around and pulled Remus with him. 

“Well, I know what I did to piss Reg off. But what did you do to Remus?” James questioned, still a little stunned.

“Oh, nothing. Remus just enjoys Reggie’s drama.” Sirius sighed fondly, watching his boyfriend and little brother walk away hand in hand. 

#December 27 #jegulus #jegulus microfic #james potter #regulus black #james fleamont potter #dead gay wizards #regulus arcturus black #regulus x james #james x regulus #sirius black #remus lupin #cruel #Remus lives for reggies drama

[saintchaser]

regulus black had a lonely funeral; carnations scattered around a black coffin. orion and cygnus were carrying it, and in their eyes, there was a strange sorrow, a strange regret.

walburga and druella were trailing behind. walburga, solemn as always, mourned the spare son. druella mourned the lesser of the two brothers, the weak, the meek.

bellatrix was walking in front of them, her head high, her face dry. she was not going to mourn a traitor, she was not going to cry over a man that had ruined their master. she, however, allowed herself to grieve the young man that her cousin had been, aside anything else.

narcissa stood beside her, and her eyes glistened with tears. she clung to lucius' arm, as if it was the only thing that could keep her away from falling apart, from spilling away. she had loved regulus, she really had. she had seen deep within him. she had seen the boy he hadn't been allowed to be. she had seen deeper than the façade, deeper than the skull mask, deeper than the dark mark, etched into his skin, forever black ink, now, white.

maybe that was forgiveness. in death, there are no sinners. the dead are pure, the dead are forgiven. the dead would soon be forgotten. was the change of color something meaningful, or was it a mere coincidence?

was it death that united a family so distant?

regulus black had died in a cold, empty cave. the crisp air of december was biting at their cheeks, leaving them rosy and cold, the same way their hearts were. their hearts were red and alive, and regulus' was deep within the carcass that his body was; his soul, however, had ascended (had it? or had he been such a despicable person that no one would forgive him?)

it snowed on the night of regulus black's funeral. his headstone was simple, and it read the same thing that ot read for everyone else in the black family.

regulus arcturus black

1961-1978

he hadn't been special, of course. the noble and most ancient house of black knows no exceptions, even for those they were supposed to love.

regulus black died a lonely death. regulus black had a lonely funeral; however, in the dead of the night, a slender dog knelt beside the gravestone, white tulips in his mouth. a wolf howled in the distance, pained, a wail of grief and madness. the dog's body was pressed against the cold stone.

there was something holding him there, a pulse of the earth that kept him close to a boy he had once loved, to a man he had resented.

#also since the flowers are symbolic; carnations represent death and white tulips represent sorrow and regret #also please ignore that neither of those live in winter. they're wizards they can they can keep them alive </3 #death tw #tw death #funeral tw #tw funeral #orion black #cygnus black #walburga black #druella black #bellatrix black #narcissa black #sirius black #regulus black #regulus&sirius #the noble and most ancient house of black #my writing

[wulanvansunshine]

“but Jegulus wouldn’t even happen in canon”

okay.. when have we ever listened to what happens in canon be fr

#marauders #marauders era #the marauders era #the marauders #regulus black #james potter #jegulus #starchaser #marauders fandom lives on fanfiction and delusion #what happens in canon stays in canon #wolfstar #dorlene #rosekiller #marylily #pandalily #dead gay wizards #dead gay witches

[rayssion]

starchaser were sitting under a tree looking at the sky with a scenario of,

"the stars are beautiful tonight"

"Yeah, but you're the most beautiful"

and Barty was trying to get down the tree without exposing his hideout,

"who does he thinks he is? Flirting with my son with no shame!"

#I live for Barty and Pandora taking care of Regulus as if he's their son #regulus black #james potter #jegulus #starchaser #barty crouch jr #dead gay wizards #marauders #slytherin skittles

[addsalwayssick]

long live but it’s the marauders

#just go listen #and think about the marauders #think about james and lily #think about remus and james and sirius and peter #think about reg and dorcas and pandora and barty and evan #and think about marlene and lily and mary #and think about the quidditch team #im sobbing #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #sirius #jegulus #sirius x lupin #wolfstar #regulus and evan and barty #sirius and regulus #remus and regulus #long live #marauders fandom #dead gay wizards #dead gay witches #dead wizards from the 70s #gay dead wizards #lily evans #marlene mckinnon #dorcas meadowes #mary macdonald #pandora rosier #evan rosier

[marylily-my-beloved]

Some of my marauder head canons:

Lily and Sirius would so be besties just bc of the fact they bond over sibling issues.

James and Marlene were childhood best friends, and they never stopped just blabbing random shit to each other.

Mary and Remus would always hang out together and bond over anything and everything.

Regulus and Pandora would do crazy potion stuff together and invent new things

Dorcas and Barty would do batshit crazy things to impress who they liked at that time, or just do batshit crazy things in general

Evan and Dorcas would go around terrorising teachers

Peter and Pandora would sit down and have nice games of chess and the most random conversations about plants and chess moves

#mary mcdonald #dorcas meadowes #marlene mckinnon #lily evans #sirius black #regulus black #james potter #remus lupin #in an ideal world where they live #dead gay wizards #marauders era

[k-llforme]

I'll tell you.

I have never truly seen a more fitting character to be headcanon-ed as Italian than Barty Crouch Jr.

(And I'm Italian, bro)

#Barty is my compatriot 100% #I really see him living our life #italian barty crouch jr #slytherin skittles #barty crouch jr #maraders era #skittles squad #rosekiller #marauders #evan rosier #pandora rosier #rosier twins #regulus black #dorcas meadowes #james potter #sirius black #mary macdonald #peter pettigrew #remus lupin #lilyrosekiller #lily evans #hp marauders #marlene mckinnon #dead gay witches #dead gay wizards #dead wizards from the 70s

[hotdamnitsmoony]

jegulus incorrect quotes pt1

james: reg?

regulus: yeah?

james: do you still like poetry?

regulus: yes…i do, why?

james: because i wrote you a poem!

regulus: you wrote me a poem?

james: i did, want to hear it?

regulus: i suppose so.

james: roses are red, violets are blue, you’re very pretty, i’m glad i’m going out with you!

regulus: *blushing* thats an awful poem, potter.

#marauders #marauders era #dead gay wizards #marauders drabble #james potter #james fleamont potter #jegulus #james x regulus #regulus black #regulus arcturus black #jegulus incorrect quotes #dead gay wizards from the 70s #live laugh love jegulus

[reggieblackdiary]

AU where everyone lives. Wolfstar live in a country house and adopt a little girl who was rejected by her religious muggle family due to her magic. Harry grows up with four parents instead of zero. Lily finds out she is gay and divorces James for Mary. Regulus and James reconnect and they just click. Jegulus has a country house and Marlily has a house in the city. Dorcas and Marlene are the cool lesbian aunts with a cat and two dogs and live in a beach house. Fleamont and Euphemia don’t die of dragon pox and are the best grandparents in the world. Evan and Barty are the weird uncles with a flat downtown and love to travel. Pandora’s experiment never kills her. Everyone is happy and get together for lunch on weekends.

#marauders #jegulus #regulus black #wolfstar #marlene mckinnon #dead gay wizards from the 70s #marauders incorrect quotes #prongs #marlily #rosekiller #gryffindor #au #everyone lives au #delulu #pandora #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #lily evans #mary mcdonald #evan rosier #barty crouch jr #euphemia potter #james fleamont potter #fleamont potter

[melveres]

wizzy was down for maintenance so I drew my Young Wizard while I (impatiently) waited

#chickenscratch #w101 #wizzy101 #wizzy fandom #wizard101 #the young wizard #Galathea (Eurydice) #I've reached lvl 97!! #my hc that the more magic a wizard uses the more it takes over their features physically. like the fire teachers hair or #those black eyes on malistaire. in this case my YW hair is a cloud and becomes light or stormy depending on her mood #i call her Galathea but you cannot choose that name in game so i go by Eurydice instead <//3 #not that it matters considering none of the npcs call you by name anyway dskjafjd #the frankenbunnys name is Gigi. i love her shes great she heals me and freaks other players out lmao #dont remember any of the lore surrounding the frankenbunny so my idea is that Gigi is a botched nercomancy attempt by my YW #half stuffed animal. half actual hare #Galathea had a bad mental health episode early into arc 1 and Made herself a Friend #anyway don’t let diviners perform necromany you get THAT #i realise now the words i was looking for were ‘living taxidermy’