See How I Dont Post About How Much I Dont Like Your Otp? Very Respectful, Very Aware.

See how I don’t post about how much I don’t like your otp? Very respectful, Very aware.

See how I don’t tell you to kys when you post about how much you don’t like my otp? Very mindful, Very demure.

June 6: stay – @jegulus-microfic – word count: 697

Footsteps echo in the dark corridor, as James and Regulus walk towards the come-and-go room. Regulus has his wand raised, a small ball of light bobbing ahead. As they pass, portraits chastise them, telling them to turn out that god-awful light.

James has his cloak, but they aren’t using it. James has been covertly checking the map, keeping a tab on Filch making sure they don’t wander into him. The only issue, however, is that the map doesn’t show animals, so they have to listen for Mrs Norris. James’ll have to bring that up to the rest of the Marauders. Lucky for James, though, she wears a small bell around her neck. An oversight on Filch’s part.

Regulus’ light turns a corner first, then Regulus, and, just before James could follow to do the same, Regulus flings himself back around the corner, and ridding the light, bathing them in black.

“Regulus, wha– hmph.” Before James could finish the question, a slender hand claps over his mouth and a cold wall meets his back.

“ Shut up, ” Regulus hisses out, barely above a whisper.

James wraps a hand around Regulus’ thin wrist, prying it away. “What is it, Reg?” James murmurs.

“Mcgonagall,” Regulus mutters back, wide-eyed.

“If it’s Minnie, we can’t stay here,” James stresses. Mcgonagall will see them if they don’t go elsewhere where.

“We can’t walk away. She’ll hear us!” Regulus grumbles.

“Fuck, okay.” James could use his invisibility cloak, but he doubts he’ll have enough time, and she will hear it. “I have an idea and I don’t think you’ll like it, but you have to trust me, okay?”

“ James, ” Regulus warns, as James grabs his waist and pulls. James knows Mcgonagall isn’t homophobic, and if she sees them she won’t mind, if anything, she will just be surprised. That’s James’ defense mechanism. “What are you- she’s going to see us!”

“That’s the plan,” James grins, and then he leans in, capturing Regulus’ mouth in a deep kiss, just before Mcgonagall comes flying around the corner, her own light following her. The footsteps stop, and for a beat it’s silent.

Regulus seems to catch on quickly, and he really plays it up, making himself look focused and without a single ulterior motive.

“Mr Potter,” Mcgonagall chastises. “I will be entirely honest with you when I tell you this, Mr Potter, I am not even a fraction of what is the appropriate shock of seeing you out of bed, at this hour.” Her eyes slide over to Regulus, who is breathing heavy, and is resting his head against James’ chest. “You, however, Mr Black, have surprised me. Tell me, boys, what are you doing out of your dormitories?”

“Well, Professor,” James says, grinning. “I thought it is rather obvious.”

“Yes, very good, Mr Potter.” Poor Minnie sounds completely knackered. “Mr Black, anything to say for yourself?”

“I’m sorry, Professor,” Regulus mumbles miserably.

“Thank you, Mr Black, 5 points from Slytherin for being out of bed after hours. Mr Potter, 30 points from Gryffindor for the same reason. Go to bed, boys. Separately.” And with that, she sweeps away, bringing her light with her, leaving a spluttering James and a chuckling Regulus behind.

James wants to check the map to make sure Professor Mcgonagall has left, and isn’t just waiting around the corner – something she’s done before – but if James uses the map now, it would be too dark to see the words, but if he casts a light, Regulus will see it. Not that James doesn’t want to tell him, but it’s not his secrecy to share. So, James will just have to hope she’s gone.

A small kiss to Regulus’ forehead spurs him to start moving again, grabbing James’ hand and charming another light before he begins the trek to the come-and-go room.

Just as they turn the corner a little jingle sounds directly behind the pair, making them freeze. They try to hide from Mrs Norris, but, just as they turn to do so, a rough, croaky voice speaks ahead of them.

“Where are you two off to, then?”

Regulus sighs, dropping James’ hand, flickering his wand, banishing their light. James just groans.

Only The Brave and PJO The Last Olympian spoilers

Reading the last Olympian, thinking about Regulus Black in Otb using the Legacy like how Percy uses the River Styx. Thinking about Sally Jackson allowing her boy to do this, to save people and how Pandora does the same. Thinking about Dorcas who brings Regulus back, motivates him, and Annabeth who does the same for Percy. Thinking about Moaning Myrtle as Nico, leading him through the whole process giving him information. Thinking about all the parallels between OTB and TLO.

June 3: Enchant – @jegulus-microfic – word count:173

A threadbare cream sheet sits in the middle of an endless green field, and atop lays an assortment of fruit and snacks. A glass vase sits in the very middle, filled with a bouquet of lavender roses, and a bit of water.

Regulus lets out a small sigh, letting his eyes fall closed, and relaxing his head more into James’ lap. His fingers have found their way to Regulus’ hair, massaging his scalp.

“Jamie?” Regulus mumbles quietly.

James hums in questioning.

“I love you.”

“I love you, Reg.”

Regulus opens his eyes and looks at his lovely boy. His boy who has his eyes on Regulus, looking enchanted and horribly in love. It’s rather embarrassing, really. Regulus tells him just as much.

James chuckles gently, leaning in to nuzzle Regulus’ nose with his own. James tips his head down, capturing Regulus’ lips in a kiss. A flame spreads across his cheeks.

When James pulls back, he smirks down at Regulus, and says “Who’s embarrassingly in love now, Reg?”

Regulus can’t even defend himself.

Hot take: hcing Peter as aspec and plus-sized doesn’t make you fatphobic or aphobic. In fact, implying that being plus-sized means you can’t be aspec is more aphobic/fatphobic than thinking it’s okay to be so. But, yk, that’s neither here nor there, folks.

June 2: Night – @jegulus-microfic – word count: 266

The Sun is a large entity. It sits high in the sky, and signifies a new beginning, and gives way to The Moon, leaving space for it to have its time. The Sun is a giving being. It gifts heat and light to all life surrounding it with nothing in return. The Sun expects nothing. The Sun rises and falls, without fail, dusk and dawn, with small gratitude. Sure, there’s a sunset picture here and there but that’s about as far as the appreciation goes.

The Stars are small beings. They reside at night, glittering where few think to find them. The Stars, more often than not, are curtained by The Clouds. They drift by and smother what little light The Stars produce. Very few people appreciate the subtle beauty of The Stars. Things as such make The Stars quiet and dull, makes them wilt.

The Sun glow brighter than The Stars. The Stars are subtle and The Sun is loud. They are polar opposites, and yet, they are so commonly associated with each other. The Sun and The Stars, The Stars and The Sun.

But the thing is – the thing is – they are so very similar. Put The Sun beside The Star, and just watch how bright The Star shines. Watch The Star just be. Put The Sun next to The Stars and watch The Sun dim down, until it’s subdued and calm. Until it can truly rest.

Because, together, two things that are so completely different can exist freely as themselves, creating a universal stillness.

James and Regulus are much the same.