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when Regulus heard Lady Gaga say “and our love is the only war worth fighting for” he fell to his knees clutching his chest

September 15: pleasure | @jegulus-microfic | word count: 145

James realized that his feelings towards Regulus probably weren’t healthy.

But he couldn’t help it.

He couldn’t help loving so aggressively and so fully that he felt he couldn’t even eat some days.

He couldn’t help it when he was blissed out from pleasure and he thought Regulus was an angel.

He couldn’t help the beats his heart skipped anytime Regulus entered the room.

He couldn’t help his hands when they wandered towards his husband, seeking for any form of touch between the two of them.

He couldn’t help it if Regulus was the first thing on his mind when he woke up and the last thought in his brain before he went to sleep.

He didn’t care if this was unhealthy. 

Because Regulus was the best thing to ever happen to James and James loved him.

James loved Regulus more than he’d ever know.

Sirius ruined everything by running away. Regulus ruined everything by staying.

*Inspired by Winner by Conan Gray

Written for @conangray-marauders-fest

september 14: apple | @jegulus-microfic | word count: 81

“My star.”

“My angel on Earth.”

“My love nugget.”

“The apple of my eye.”

For the past hour, James had been tracing soft circles on Regulus’ skin and whispering sweet nothings while he thought Regulus was asleep.

He wasn’t though.

But when he’d woken up to his husband like that, Regulus couldn’t find within himself to interrupt the sweet moment.

So Regulus laid still and kept his eyes closed while James touched him so tenderly he could’ve been made of glass.

September 13: water | @jegulus-microfic | word count: 391

Regulus wanted to leave. Actually, he *needed* to leave.

Today, his whole agenda was supposed to be to finish the latest book he was reading and relax at home. And maybe grab a coffee somewhere along the way. 

Then, his idiot brother had come over, physically dragged him out of his own home, and brought him to a beach of all places.

When they arrived, Regulus spotted Sirius’ other friends already set up on the sand and frolicking around.

Sirius looked at Regulus seriously and said, “Reggie, you never get out. This can be fun for you.”

And Regulus could never say no Sirius when he talked to him like that.

So he stuffed down his pride and sat on one of the many beach towels the Marauders’ had laid down on the beach. 

After they’d bored themselves out, one of them (Regulus thinks it was McKinnon) had the bright idea to have them all go swimming.

Sirius tried to drag him to the water, much like he’d dragged him out of his house, but Regulus remained adamant about staying on land.

Eventually, his brother gave up and Regulus was sure he’d won this battle. 

Then, James Potter walked up to Regulus’ towel. He looked like a god. His chest was bare and Regulus could see the droplets of water clinging to his skin. His swim trunks clutched his thighs in a way that made Regulus suddenly envious of anyone who’d ever had the pleasure to touch them.

James plopped down next to Regulus and gazed meaningfully at him.

“Why are you not swimming?”

For whatever reason, Regulus couldn’t find it within himself to lie to the man, and he told the truth.

“I-I don’t know how…” he muttered, avoiding James’ eyes.

James’ hand grabbed Regulus’ face gently and tilted up to face his.

“I can show you,” he said earnestly. “It’s quite easy once you get the hang of it.”

Regulus hesitated. For years his worst fear in the world had been anything related to swimming. But how could he say no to James of all people?

“I guess-“

“Yes!” James blurted out, giving Regulus a quick peck on the cheek as some sort of celebration.

And that was how Regulus found himself swimming, waist held tightly by no other than James Potter.

Regulus should learn how to say no.

Reveals Day 9!

Happy Reveals Day 9!

As a reminder, please keep in mind that a lot of Conan's material (and the Marauders Fandom) can be angsty, so please mind all ratings and tags!

We're Lonely Dancers, Join me for the Night - by HuntersWithCellPhones

Regulus has just found out that Barty and Evan finally got together, but he isn't quite over Barty himself, so, in an effort to forget, he goes to one of the dances Hogwarts hosts every few months that no one goes to, and happens to find James Potter there, who is getting over a breakup.

Inspired by Lonely Dancers by Conan Gray

Disaster - by starwolfandmarauders

Remus and sirius are smitten with each other. They're just too oblivious to see it.

Or, wolfstar in 'disaster by Conan Gray' font

Astronomy - by riddenthestars

It’s astronomy. We’re two worlds apart.

Lily and Remus are broken. That much is clear. But broken together usually works better than broken apart. Guess how long the apart takes? Sew some seeds of doubt correctly and you can have a girl of flames screaming “Monster!” at the only person who understands her. Screaming her last words to him- ironically after he found a way to save her sons life. But she’s not the villain. In fact, she’s the reason he lived this long in the first place.

All that said, not everything dead is really dead, you know? Moments live. And damn they’ve had some moments.

Winners - by hidden_for_reg

Sirius ruined everything by running away. Regulus ruined everything by staying.

The Family Line - by Electric_Blue_Ghost

Please feel free to reblog, comment, kudos, and otherwise encourage the participants! They worked so hard!

September 11: abroad | @jegulus-microfic | word count: 234

James had been waiting anxiously in the airport for an hour.

Regulus was returning from a work trip abroad to Italy and he’d left James at their flat in London.

The thing was that James couldn’t see Regulus anywhere in the airport. He’d even made a special sign with his boyfriend’s face printed across it.

James missed Regulus SOFUCKINGMUCH. Like honestly, he didn’t think he’s ever missed anyone that much.

Just then, he got a text message from Regulus. In his excitement, he fumbled his password twice before unlocking his phone and reading the message that said:

omfg check behind you, jamie…

James spun around, nearly dropping his special sign, and finally laid eyes on Regulus, who was rolling his eyes and walking over to where James was.

James sprinted to Regulus and attacked with a hug so fierce that had made him drop his bags. He didn’t care. He’d missed him too much to care.

Regulus let out a soft airy laugh and hugged James back. He could feel Regulus’ hands tighten in his hair where he was grabbing at it.

James pulled back just enough to look into Regulus’ eyes. His eyes flicked down to his lips for an instant then back up to gaze into that familiar stormy blue.

“I missed you,” he whispered, cradling Regulus’ cheek gently.

“I missed you more,” Regulus sighed before capturing James’ lips with his own.

September 9: carry | @jegulus-microfic | word count: 190

“Jamie, pleeeease.”

“Reg…”

“I’ll break up with you if you don’t.”

“Reg!”

“James, I might die.”

James’ laugh almost bubbled over and spilled out, but he held it in stoically. Regulus would kill him for laughing at him right now.

Regulus gave James a death stare so intense others might have cried from. Not James though. James merely smiled and finally relented.

“Okay, yes, I’ll carry you for a bit,” James told his boyfriend, who had been dragging his feet through the amusement park for the last hour. 

“Finally,” Regulus groaned, hopping up on James’ back and swinging his legs to circle James’ waist.

James caught him and squeezed his thighs lightly. He loved carrying him around like this. And he knew Regulus liked to be carried. So it worked out pretty well for them.

“So which ride did you want to go on next, love?” James asked.

“The one with the snakes,” his boyfriend answered sweetly, angry tone completely evaporated now that he’d gotten his wish.

“That one’s on the other side of the park…” James said slowly.

“I know.”

God, James loved that man. Truly. Bless his soul.

dare I say otb Regulus

September 4: sign | @jegulus-microfic | word count: 208

Regulus was nervous.

Today was the semi-final Quidditch match between Slytherin and Ravenclaw. Today would decide who’d be playing Gryffindor in the Championship.

Of course Regulus felt a small knot of nerves in his stomach about the match, but he knew he was the best Seeker in all of Hogwarts so he wasn’t terribly worried.

He was more nervous because this was his first match that James would be attending since they’d started dating.

Regulus knew James had a tendency for dramatics. For all he knew, James could’ve planned a song and dance. It’d already happened before, much to Regulus’ utter horror.

So when the whistle blew and the Quaffle was tossed to start the game, Regulus sped away to hover above the players on the Pitch and to see what James did this time. 

After about 2 seconds of searching, he found James. It wasn’t hard at all actually. The man was painted head-to-toe in silver and green and was over enthusiastically waving a sign in the air.

Regulus flew a little closer to read what James’ poster read. 

He groaned out loud in exasperation when he read:

DON’T HURT THAT NICE ARSE OF YOURS, REGGIE!! 

At least James didn’t do another song and dance, Regulus thought.

september 3: storm | @jegulus-microfic | word count: 107

James loved Regulus so much. Loved every part of him. But the part James loved the most was his eyes.

He loved the stormy grey depths and the just barely-there hints of blue mixed in. 

He loved Regulus’ thick, dark eyelashes that framed his eyes perfectly.

James adored the way Regulus’ eyes glowed after any time James said “I love you”. 

He especially loved the intensity in  Regulus’ gaze when they were tangled up in each other. 

But above it all, there was nothing in the world that could match the pure joy and love in those stormy eyes when James had knelt down on one knee.

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The difference between Sirius and Regulus is that Sirius writes for Wattpad, and Regulus for AO3

SAME 😭

I am dying! This is hysterically funny! 😹

For those that don’t know, Tom Moorcroft played Regulus Black in HP. Art mimicking life.

Remus Lupin 🤍

august 23: stomachache | @jegulus-microfic | word count: 255

Finally a Part 2 for the Game Night au!

Part 1

“PRONGS?”

Both James and Regulus’ heads snapped to look at Sirius, who had just let himself in through James’ front door. 

Sirius gaped at the pair of them and set down the six pack of drinks he was carrying.

“Since when were you friends?” He asked, narrowing his eyes suspiciously and taking out a drink for himself.

Regulus blinked innocently up at Sirius from where he and James were sat on the couch. “We just met,” he told his brother. Regulus put a hand on James’ chest. “He was just explaining how to play Blackjack.”

James’ skin tingled from where Regulus touched him and he felt his cheeks get hot. He could tell Regulus was trying to work up Sirius. 

Kudos to him because, frankly, it was working. A vein in Sirius’ temple was visibly straining and he was gripping his drink so tight his knuckles were white.

Sirius cleared his throat and asked, “James- a word in the kitchen?”

James nodded and extracted himself away from Regulus. He heard a small whine in the back of the younger man’s throat and he felt like he could have collapsed right there. As soon as Regulus’ hands weren’t touching him anymore, James felt a cold absence and longed for them to come back.

Surely having thoughts like this about your best friend’s younger brother isn’t normal, right?

He looked back at Regulus before stepping into the kitchen and his heart skipped so many beats he had a small stomachache.

Nope. That definitely wasn’t a normal feeling.

...

James and Regulus watching the Barbie movie in the cinema, then ‘What was I made for?’ starts playing. As soon as the lyric “I’m sad again, don’t tell my boyfriend, it’s not what he’s made for” sounds through the movie theatre, James leans over and whispers in Regulus’ ear,

“It’s exactly what I’m made for.”

"wolfstar is canon" I say into the microphone. the crowd boos. I sigh and begin to walk off stage. "she's right" a voice says, I turn and there he is. David Thewlis.

kinning regulus black but not because we look or act alike but because I, too, would fold like a lawn chair for james potter

james and regulus getting detention together.

james and regulus cleaning trophies together.

james and regulus talking about quidditch together.

james finds it personally offensive that regulus has never heard of elvis presley.

james summons a record player (with a silencing charm, obviously) and puts on jailhouse rock and starts dancing around the room.

regulus watches in awe.

james extends his hand to regulus and they start spinning around the room together.

this becomes a thing for them, but overtime it evolves from spinning around the room to jailhouse rock to slow dancing to can't help falling in love.

several years later, james can't bring himself to listen to can't help falling in love. his friends don't understand the significance behind it. what was once his favorite artist, now holds so many painful memories.

I love that so much!

the only way reg is letting james paint that wall is if james lets him put his fairy lights in every room

The rainbow decorations remind me of the subtle rainbow items in Brooklyn 99.

august 11: home | @jegulus-microfic | word count: 289

“James, I am not letting you ruin our home!”

“Baby—“

“Not another word,” Regulus hissed at his husband, “we are not painting the walls of this house red.” 

Regulus glared at James who was  giving him puppy dog eyes and clasping his hands together.

Regulus raised an eyebrow at him.

“James, I don’t understand what you find so… cool about a bright red wall,” Regulus sighed as James came over to him and hugged his waist tightly. He instinctively brought his arms up to hug James’ neck.

James pressed a gentle, lingering kiss to Regulus and mumbled into his mouth, “I never said bright red, love.”

Regulus shook his head softly. “Red is such a…” Regulus looked at his husband’s eyes instead of his mouth and decided to bite back his retort. “Red is a very… bold color,” he said.

Regulus moved to kiss James again but his husband pulled back. 

James instead went to peppering little, tiny kisses all over Regulus’ neck. 

“Just one wall, love.” 

“I—“

“It can be in my office so people don’t see it.”

Regulus thought about it for a moment while James continued kissing.  He couldn’t see a good enough reason why not.

Regulus pulled James’ head away from his neck and brought it down so their foreheads were touching. He cradled James’ cheek with one of his hands.

“Okay.”

James immediately pulled back and did a leap in the air with a shout of “YES!”

Regulus put a hand on his husband’s shoulder and pointed a threatening finger at him.

“But only in your office, mon soleil.” Regulus fixed him with a glare. When James tried to lean in for another kiss, Regulus pulled away. “I mean it, James, just your office.”

Firstly, when you get this, you have to answer with 5 things you like about yourself, publicly. Then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool)!!

ahhh Thank you for including me in this!! ❤️

now for 5 things i like about myself:

my music taste. I like all music and playing my music for people is indeed a love language

My handwriting

my eyes

I don’t have any control over it but my default is optimism and I like that about myself

my friends ❤️ not technically “me” per se but they all make me who i am so, to me, it counts!

thanks for tag @lulublack90 ❤️ i guess here is an out of context snippet or writing 😬

“--Pads. Pads. Pads.”

Sirius blinked.

Where was he?

He glanced around quickly. Saw him holding Remus’ hand. Saw they were in an empty compartment. 

His throat dried. How had he gotten here?

He blinked again and swallowed. 

“Sorry, Moons,” he rasped, giving him an apologetic grin. “What’d you say?”

Remus smiled back, slipping his arms around Sirius’ waist to tug him to rest against his chest. It was one of Sirius’ favorite places and he made sure people were aware. Sure, sometimes it had earned them some dirty looks from people, but Sirius was oblivious to the world when he was in his boyfriend’s arms. 

no pressure @samynnad102687, @monachopsisindefaultmode

Out of context snippet from a super secret thing I’m writing for @marauders-spookfest

Thank you @ohyou-pretty-things for the follow tag <3

Remus came to IKEA for specifics: new towels, a bedside lamp for late night reading, and a set of matching mugs he wouldn’t be embarrassed to hand to guests.

That was four hours ago.

No pressure: @sweetstarryskies @lulublack90 @a-pine-cone