September 3: Storm | @jegulus-microfic | Word Count: 107

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.

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.

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

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

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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.

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