*regulus stumbles into gryffindor tower slightly drunk*
james *sweaty from quidditch practice and still in uniform*: what? reg? what are you doing here did you get lost?
regulus: thats sinful
james: what? what is?
regulus *eying james shorts clinging onto his thighs*: downright sinful
james: oh god
regulus: he cant help me.
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@jegulus-microfic january 11, fever, 188 words
“Are you feeling alright? Do you have a fever?” Sirius asks, pressing the back of his hand to James’ forehead.
James swats his hand away, repeating himself, “I said, I’m in love with Regulus. Your brother.”
“I know that he’s my brother, twat,” Sirius laughs. “It’s the you being in love with him part that I’m confused about. Are you, like, asking for my permission? Because Regulus is his own person and that’s not mine to give.”
“No, no. I just – this is a big deal to me and you’re my best friend, so I wanted you to know.”
Sirius’ smile softens as he watches the way James speaks, slight blush in his cheeks, nervous smile on his lips.
“I’m happy for you, mate. Just don’t be too put out if Reg doesn’t feel the same way. He’s a tough nut to crack,” Sirius says, eyebrows furrowing in confusion when James bursts out in laughter.
“Yes, well. Considering we’ve been dating for the past few months, I think it’s safe to assume he feels the same way.”
Sneaky bastards, Sirius thinks as he punches James in the arm.
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regulus: what does it mean when james calls me his “boyfriend”?
barty:
barty: … that you’re dating?
regulus: THAT WE ARE WHAT?? FOR HOW LONG?
barty: you have GOT to be kidding me.
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barty and evan plan an ambush (and are the opposite of good wingwomen)
barty: jamie dear. i heard you’ve started to hang around our little reggie, right?
j: uhmm…kind of? i mean, i’ve tried to talk to her but she usually ignores me.
b: aw, that’s too bad. you’re lucky, though, you’ve just met her best friends! we can give you some advice, tell you what she likes and things like that!
j: actually, that’d be helpful…maybe i can get her to speak to me.
e: no worries girl. you see, she really likes lana del rey…
j: hey reggie! are you listening to music?
r (suspiciously): …evidently. why?
j: lana del rey?
r (even more suspiciously): …yes. do you like her?
j: i’ve heard a few songs. we could listen to her together, if you want. maybe get some pepsi cola afterwards, if you know what i mean.
r: O-O
r: do you even know what that means???
j: isn’t it like and inside joke for lana fans?
r: yes but- crouch and rosier put you up to this, they must have.
j: they did tell me to say that, but now i’m getting worried?? what does it mean? is it bad?
r: …i’ll tell you later. i have crimes to commit.
the crimes she committed:
(for those who don’t get it, listen to the first seconds of cola by lana del rey)
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Remus in jegulus fics: i am something of an all knowing all powerful god who can only be compared to an omniscient narrator. the story, the plot, and every single relationship - romantic or otherwise - would fall apart without me and everyone knows it as they all come to me for input and advise and i am happy to give it
Remus in wolfstar fics: sirius is something of an all knowing all powerful god. the world starts and stops with him and i am a mere mortal hoping only to catch one glimpse of his divinity. perhaps today he will smile in my direction and also idk what is going on around me at all. sirius is the only thing i think about and also i yelled at him today for no reason :/
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hc that James was adopted and that's why effie and Monty like adopting kids and why James feels out of place. like he was a brown kid raised by white parents and constantly feels like he has to be perfect and impress them to feel like he's enough. not because effie and Monty ever did anything to pressure him, just cause he feels different than everyone else.
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James: hey, Pete, I want to sneak out to meet up with Reggie but Sirius is sitting in front of the door to the common room, you don't think you'd be able to distract him would you?
Pete: do I get paid?
James: fine *hands over a couple of coins*
Pete: OH I AM SO LONELY AND MISERABLE, I WISH THERE WAS SOMEBODY WHO COULD HOLD MY HAND AND KISS MY FACE TO TAKE THE PAIN AWAY
Sirius, bounding up the stairs: I WILL! I'LL DO IT!
James: wow, it actually worked
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