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Sokka: Look, I know you think I canât think straight because I like Zuko a little bit.
Katara: Well yeah, thereâs nothing straight about it.
james: harry, can we talk?
harry: *thinking he got caught sneaking out* sureâŚ
james: im just not sure how to tell regulus
harry: *really panicking* pls donât
james: *heartbroken* what
harry: i wonât sneak out again, just please donât tell him
james: i- i was wondering how to tell him i wanted to renew our vows
harry: oh, then-
james: no no letâs go back to the sneaking out bit
what if i said people close to regulus knew he loved them with much more certainty than people close to sirius did
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regulus being happy. giggling. taking photos of his hairstyles. going to cafes to try some sweet drinks. dancing in the kitchen. painting his nails. doing selfies with his cat. watching some shows with a bowl of ice cream. buying plushies that he likes.
just imagine him in his healing era.
â"I think Mary thinks we're sleeping together."
â"We are sleeping together," Sirius mumbled, his chin hooked lazily over Remus's shoulder. They were on the common room sofa, and despite the fact that they were the only ones sitting on it, Sirius was pressed practically into Remus's lap.
â"We share a dormitory," Remus corrected, trying to ignore the solid warmth of Sirius against his side. "That is not the same thing."
â"She asked me how long we've been in love."
âRemus stopped breathing. The crackle of the fireplace suddenly sounded very far away. "And what did you say?"
âSirius shifted, finally dropping his feet from the coffee table to turn and face Remus completely. He didn't hesitate. "I told her since second year."
âRemus's heart slammed against his ribs. "You lied."
â"Did I?" Sirius asked softly. His hand moved up, his thumb brushing over a faint scar on Remus's cheek. "Tell me I lied, Moony, and I'll go tell Mary she was wrong."
Remus stared at him, the silence roaring in his ears. The weight of it was too much. Sirius was too close, too warm, and looking at him like that.
The fight completely drained out of him. With a shaky exhale, Remus just let his head drop forward, burying his face in the crook of Sirius's neck.
He felt Siriusâs breath catch before both arms wrapped around him, holding him tight against the cushions.
"Mary is entirely too nosy."
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front row - jegulus - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 260
âMister Black, can I speak with you for a moment?â Professor McGonagall asked him with an odd expression, interrupting his low conversation with Barty, Evan, and Pandora.
Looking up nervously, Regulus nodded.
Pulling him to the side of the group of Hogwarts graduates, McGonagall began to whisper. âMister Black, I just wanted to let you know that we had to move your family from the front row. They wereâŚermâŚcausing a bit of a commotion, and some other people complainedââ
âMy family?â he gaped. Never in a million years would he have predicted that Walburga and Orion would show up to his graduation, not after their falling out at the end of last year. They were here? What awful things were they doing? He tried not to panic, clenching his fists.
Unaware of his terror, McGonagall continued. âYes. Potter, Lupin, and Sirius were setting off fireworks already, I think they have a whole display planned for when you walk the stage. Even Euphemia and Fleamontââ
Shocked, Regulus couldnât help but interrupt. âTheyâtheyâre all here?â he asked, amazed.
She paused. âWhyâyes. Of course. Who did you think I meant?â
A small smile formed on his face. Heâd thought James could come, maybe Sirius. But Remus? Jamesâs parents? He couldnât stop smiling. âNo, Iâsorry. Okay. Tell James if he doesnât get his act together Iâm staying at Remusâs for the summer.â
The Professor grinned. âI think that will be very convincing.â As she turned to leave, though, she looked back. âCongratulations, Mister Black. On the diploma and everything else.â
He beamed. âThank you.â
Curl || Jegulus Word count: 1,039
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Regulus notices it first because James is talking.
James always talks with his handsâwide, reckless gestures that nearly take out three ink bottles and Siriusâs elbow in the processâbut this time Regulusâs attention drifts somewhere else entirely. Specifically, to the curl of Jamesâs hair falling forward over his forehead.
Itâs damp.
Which is odd, considering theyâve been sitting in the common room for nearly twenty minutes.
âYouâre not listening,â Sirius says lazily from the sofa, not even looking up from the magazine heâs pretending to read.
âI am,â Regulus replies automatically.
âYouâre staring at Prongsâs head.â
James freezes mid-sentence. âMy what?â
Regulus exhales slowly through his nose. Sirius is insufferable.
âYour hair,â Sirius clarifies, finally glancing up with a grin thatâs much too sharp to be friendly. âMy brother appears fascinated.â
James instinctively runs a hand through it, making the curl worse instead of better. It springs back stubbornly over his forehead.
Regulus looks away before he can smile.
âItâs wet,â he says instead.
James blinks. âYeah. Shower.â
âThat was before dinner.â
âSo?â
Regulus gestures vaguely at the offending curl. âItâs still damp.â
Sirius snorts. âReg, you sound like youâre conducting a scientific investigation.â
James laughs, warm and easy. âAlright then, Professor Black. Whatâs your conclusion?â
Regulus hesitates.
The curl moves when James tilts his head. It catches the light from the fireplace and looks softer than it has any right to be.
Regulus has known James Potter for five years. Heâs dated him for three months.
This is somehow worse.
âYouâre doing it again,â Sirius says.
Regulus pointedly ignores him.
James leans forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees. The movement makes the curl bounce again.
âI didnât dry it properly,â James offers. âHappy?â
âImmensely.â
Sirius makes a gagging noise.
âMerlin,â he mutters. âYou two are revolting.â
âWeâre sitting three feet apart,â James says.
âYes,â Sirius replies darkly. âAnd somehow itâs still unbearable.â
Regulus considers hexing him.
James notices the look and grins. âDonât. Heâll cry about it for weeks.â
âI would not.â
âYou absolutely would.â
Regulus allows himself a small smile before glancing back at James.
The curl is still there.
It shouldnât be interesting. Itâs hair. Jamesâs hair has always been a messâsticking up in odd directions like it refuses to obey gravity or basic grooming principles.
But the curl is different.
Itâs deliberate in the way chaos sometimes is.
âAlright,â James says suddenly.
Regulus raises an eyebrow. âWhat?â
âYouâve been staring at it for five full minutes.â
âI have not.â
âYou absolutely have.â
Sirius lifts his magazine without looking up. âSeven, actually.â
Regulus refuses to dignify that with a response.
James leans even closer now, close enough that Regulus can see the tiny droplets still clinging near his hairline.
âGo on then,â James says.
Regulus narrows his eyes. âGo on then what?â
James gestures to his own head.
Regulus stares.
âYouâre curious,â James explains.
âI am not curious.â
âYou are visibly curious.â
Sirius sighs loudly. âJust touch the hair, Regulus. Merlin.â
Regulus turns slowly toward his brother. âYou are remarkably invested in this.â
âI want peace,â Sirius says. âAnd right now the room is full of tension because youâre both pretending you donât want to do something incredibly obvious.â
Regulus looks back at James.
James shrugs, looking amused rather than embarrassed.
âItâs just hair,â he says.
Thatâs not the point.
Regulus reaches out before he can overthink it.
James goes very still.
Regulusâs fingers brush the curl.
Itâs softer than expected.
Not styled, not controlledâjust thick, slightly damp hair that immediately tries to spring back when Regulus presses it between his fingers.
James makes a small noise.
Regulus pauses.
ââŚWhat was that?â
âNothing.â
âThat wasnât nothing.â
James clears his throat. âYou surprised me.â
Sirius lowers the magazine again and looks deeply entertained.
Regulus continues examining the curl with what he hopes appears to be academic detachment.
âIt does that naturally?â he asks.
James huffs out a laugh. âYeah.â
Regulus twists the curl lightly.
It springs back again.
Jamesâs shoulders tense just slightly.
âOh,â Regulus says.
Sirius leans forward.
âOh?â he echoes.
Regulus ignores him.
He does it againâslowly this time, winding the curl once around his finger.
James inhales.
Regulus finally looks up.
James is staring at him in that particular way he does when heâs trying not to look too pleased with himself.
âProblem?â James asks.
âNo.â
Regulus unwinds the curl.
It bounces back into place.
Jamesâs mouth twitches.
Sirius drops the magazine entirely.
âIâm leaving,â he announces, standing up. âThis is somehow worse than watching you two kiss.â
âWeâre not kissing,â James says.
âYet,â Sirius replies darkly, heading for the stairs. âBut if I stay another minute, Iâll have to witness whatever weird hair-flirting ritual this is.â
Regulus waits until Sirius disappears.
The common room grows quieter without him.
James sits back again, but the curl still hangs over his forehead.
Regulus studies it.
âYou liked that,â James says.
Regulus lifts an eyebrow. âDid I?â
James nods toward his hand. âYouâre still holding it.â
Regulus glances down.
He is.
His finger is still loosely hooked around the curl.
He lets go.
It springs free.
James grins.
âYouâre ridiculous,â Regulus says.
âYou started it.â
âI was observing.â
âObserving.â
âYes.â
James leans closer again, voice softer now.
âGo on then,â he murmurs. âObserve some more.â
Regulus should say no.
Instead he reaches up again, brushing the curl back from Jamesâs forehead this time.
It doesnât stay.
It falls right back into place.
James laughs quietly.
âSee?â he says. âHopeless.â
Regulus tilts his head.
âNot hopeless,â he says thoughtfully.
He curls it once more around his finger.
Jamesâs breath catches again.
Regulus notices.
Interesting.
He releases it slowly.
The curl falls perfectly back where it started.
Regulus smiles faintly.
âI see the appeal,â he admits.
James blinks. âOf what?â
Regulus leans back in his chair, finally satisfied.
âYour hair,â he says calmly.
James runs a hand through it again, making the curl worse.
âYouâre strange,â James tells him.
Regulus considers that.
âYes,â he says.
Then, after a momentâ
âYou make a very specific sound when someone touches that curl.â
James chokes.
Regulus allows himself the smallest, most satisfied smile.
The curl bounces again when James triesâand failsâto flatten it.
Regulus is already reaching for it.

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A promise is a promise - a jegulus microfic
@jeggyverses-jegulus-microfic - December 6: Snake - Words: 246
âI want this oneâ, Harry pointed with all his six-year-oldâs assertiveness.
âOhâ, James swallowed and rubbed his neck awkwardly. âMaybe we should look at some othersâŚâ
âSure, if you want to.â Harry agreed. âBut this is the one I want.â
James quickly grabbed Harryâs hand and dragged him away through the store. Regulus chuckled quietly behind them.
âLook at all those colourful birds. Arenât they pretty?â
âI guess.â Harry shrugged.
âHe knows what he wantsâ, Regulus sing-songed behind them.
James pulled Harry towards another section of the store. âWhat about those turtles? Turtles are cute.â
âIn a way.â Harry said diplomatically.
âHeâs not going to change his mindâ, Regulus whispered smugly in Jamesâ ear.
âMaybeâŚâ James started after they had looked through more or less the entire animal store. âMaybe we should go home and think about this.â
He was met with two sets of crossed arms and disappointedly raised eyebrows, but it was Regulus who spoke.
âYou promised Harry that if he was brave at the doctor's, heâd get to choose whatever animal he wanted, granted you werenât allergic.â
âI know but⌠a snake? Really?â
âDo you have a snake allergy?â Regulus asked sternly.
James sighed and glanced at the wall were the nasty repulsive creatures crawled in their terrariums.
Regulus crouched to Harryâs level. âWhat do you say? If dad show us how brave he is by giving you a snake, weâre buying ice-cream on the way home?â
Harry nodded with a big smile.
regulus waking up and snuggling up to jamesâ back thinking he is still asleep but as soon as he makes contact, he feels a full body shudder go through his husband.
âjames? whatâs wrong? are youâŚare you crying?â
regulusâ heart breaks when thereâs only a sob in response.
âbaby? tell me whatâs wrong. what happened, jamie?â regulus sits up, leaning over jamesâ body and inspecting his tear stained face for any hint of what caused him to wake up like this.
james shakes his head, smiling sheepishly through the wetness on his face. âiâm okay.â
regulus frowns, feeling helpless. âdonât lie to me. youâre obviously not okay.â
âno, really, iâm fine. i promise. â james turns so theyâre facing each other, reaching up to place both hands on regulusâ cheeks, releasing a sigh filled with contentment.
âbut why are you crying?â
at this, james giggles bashfully. âitâs just that we have such a beautiful life, regulus. no one understands me like you do. no one loves me like you do and no one ever could love me like you. weâve invested so much effort into making this house perfect for us.â
âour wedding was a dream come true. not to mention, weâre raising the coolest and smartest people iâve ever met in my life. i never get sick of it honestly,â james tells regulus, sighing again and moving into his personal space in order to rest his head on regulusâ thigh.
regulusâ chest feels warm at the honest love in jamesâ voice. he slips his fingers into his husbandâs hair, softly detangling the knots from sleeping. âi donât understand. that makes you sad?â
james closes his eye as he says, âiâm just so happy. so grateful to have met you.â
regulus feels nauseated with the amount of affection that wells up inside of him at jamesâ candid words. heâs not even trying to smooth talk regulus, he truly feels this way.
shit. now, regulus wants to cry.
âiâm really happy too,â he whispers, still petting jamesâ curls.
âyou are?â james asks, not disbelieving but wanting confirmation all the same.
regulus smiles even though james cannot see. âvery happy.â
âgood,â james hums. âthank you.â
âfor what?â
âfor respecting me and trusting me. for caring for me and making me a better person.â
james sighs a third time as regulus digs his fingers into his scalp the way he likes. âfor loving me.â
âit has, and will continue to be,â regulus says, mirroring jamesâ conviction, âand honor to love and be loved by you, james potter.â
Regulus Black was never emotional.
Not when his mother deemed him too old for stuffed toys.
Not when Sirius left him in that hell-hole of a house.
Not when Andromeda's name was blasted from the tree for marrying tonks.
Not when his mother put him under the cruciatus curse for not being pristine enough.
He thought he had forgotten how to cry.
That lasted until James Potter stood in front of him with a completely annotated version of "The Picture of Dorian Gray", all because he had mentioned once how romantic it would be if someone annotated a book he liked for him to read and know their thoughts- That was an year ago when they first started going out together. James had remembered and had done it for him.
Regulus cried then, in the comforting arms of his boyfriend, thankful that for once he didn't have to be strong and would be loved for who he was.
Inherit - Jegulus - @jeggyverses-jegulus-microfic - word count: 412
âI canât do this anymore,â Harry groaned, slumping against the back of his chair. âWeâve been doing this all day, Papa, please.â
Regulus shot Harry a look. They were currently cleaning every magical item the Black Family ownedâthe safer ones, at least. Regulus had gotten rid of each and every Dark Artefact ages ago. Unfortunately, the safer ones were still extremely volatile and sensitive to magic, so they had to clean them the Muggle way.
The house-elves had done the job for centuries, but Regulus decided to take the burden off Kreacherâs shoulders starting this year.
âWeâre halfway done, Harry,â Regulus said, meticulously brushing the dust off the chalice he was holding. âContinue with the orb, will you?â
Harry pouted, but he took the artefact back into his hands.
James entered the study, holding a tray of tea and biscuits. He laid it down on the desk, then ruffled Harryâs hair. Harry made a sound of protest, muttering something about being fifteen already. James ignored it.
âNo offense, Reggie, but we could always throw them all out,â he suggested, looking at the way Regulus pored over the object in his hand. âI know you said all these are sort of lucky charms for the Black family, but neither you or Sirius has plans for children, so there wonât be anyone to need that luck afterââ
âWhy wouldnât there be?â Regulus frowned. âHarry will inherit it all.â
James blinked. âHarry?â
âMe?â Harry asked, his mouth stuffed full of biscuits.
Immediately, Regulus regrets saying those words. Of course. Heâd overstepped, yet again. Harry wasnât a Black. He already had the Potter fortune under his name. Yes, Regulus had raised the boy since he was six, and Harry had called him Papa since he was ten, but maybe there were still a few steps of distance between themâŚ
Before Regulus could spiral any further, he noticed James getting teary-eyed.
âJames?â Regulus asked, alarmed.
âIâm going to need aââ James wiped his eyes, looking overwhelmed with pride and joy. âA moment. Excuse me.â
He walked out of the study, leaving Regulus staring at the closed door in confusion. He could hear James sobbing as he headed down the hall.
âBrilliant, youâve made him cry, Papa,â Harry said, looking quite entertained by the whole situation. âWill I inherit the Black fortune, though?â
âIâŚâ Regulus blinked. âThat is my plan, yes.â
At the confirmation, Harry beamed. âBloody hell, I might just become the richest teenager in Britain!â
cuddles - jegulus - discord server microprompt challenge - word count: 362
âReggie. Love, I have to go,â James murmured weakly into messy curls, not moving a centimeter as he enjoyed the warmth of the boy he was currently holding in his arms.
âNnph,â a small, sleepy voice mumbled from under a blanket. Two arms moved to quickly wind their way around his waist and grip him like a vice.
A few months ago, James might not have understood what that meant. But now, having been Regulus Blackâs boyfriend for almost half a year (half a year, oh Merlin!) he spoke sleep-Regulus fluently.
âYeah, love,â he whispered, his heart cracking in two. ââVe got practice. But Iâll see you later, yeah?â
âNnph, sâhere,â was the garbled reply that made James smile even more. Gods, he loved Regulus like this. When coherent, the Sytherin would of course rather die than be needy. But half-asleep? He clung onto James like a koala, demanding cuddles like they were the only thing that could sustain him.
âBaby, Iâll stay over again tonight, okay? Iâll even bring you your favorite chocolate, yeah? I justâŚI really have to goâŚâ he nearly-whined. He didnât want to be the one to break Regulusâs hold. The thought of doing so made him want to cry.
The bribe of chocolate, though, seemed to be enough to reason with sleep-Regulus. The arms around him loosened.
ââVe fun,â the boy mumbled, rolling over. âLove you.â
James froze, still as a statue, his eyes wide as saucers.Â
Neither of them had ever said that before.
âIâŚReg? Whatâd you say?â he asked, heart hammering so quickly against his ribcage he wondered if such a thing could bruise. âYouâŚyou what, my love?â
But the next noise out of Regulusâs mouth wasnât a word. It was a soft snore.
Jamesâs tense body slowly relaxed onto the mattress. He lifted himself up onto his elbow to look at the boy next to him. Smiling and pressing a gentle kiss to Regulusâs cheek, he murmured, âI love you. So much.â
Then, he rose and began to creep from the room.
It was only once he got to the door, he heard a very awake Regulus say, âPotter, what did you just say?â

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"Dramatic" - Jegulus microfic - 313 words
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âWhereâs Reg? You two are normally together on weekends,â Sirius questioned.
âI think heâs angry with me,â James replied with a shrug. âHeâll tell me why when heâs ready.â
Sirius scoffed at this, but didnât question further, until the boy himself seemed to appear in front of them, his face contorted in a scowl and his arms crossed. James just smiled up at Regulus.
âGo away,â Regulus told Sirius. âI need to talk to James.â
âNo,â Sirius replied defiantly. âYou donât get to tell me what to do.â
Regulus glared but did not attempt to force him any further, instead turning to James. âWhy didnât you tell me you and Evans are doing a project together? Hiding something?â
Knowing this act all too well, James put his hands on Regulusâs hips and pulled him forward so he was standing in between Jamesâs legs. âNothing at all, angel. It just slipped my mind.â
Regulus considered this for a moment before nodding, hesitantly leaning down to kiss Jamesâs forehead. James beamed up at him, causing Regulus to roll his eyes. It didnât convince James, though, as he could see the smile twitching at Regulusâs lips.Â
âAstronomy tower later?â James whispered. Regulus nodded again, mumbling an âI love youâ before walking away.
âMerlin, heâs dramatic,â Sirius commented.
James did not say anything for two reasons. One, he did not want to point out how hypocritical that was coming from Sirius Black; and two, he knew that Regulus was not actually angry. Regulus had a very deep-rooted fear of his own vulnerability. It was much easier for him to disguise it as something stronger, something angrier, instead of things like worry and jealousy. James didnât mind, though he would still assure Regulus every day that he never had to hide anything, that James would listen to every word and emotion and thought and kiss it all better.
Regulus,fishing for compliments: soo?
James,grinning like a lovesick idiot: wow babyyy!! You look great.
Regulus,blushing furiously: shut up, you stupid git. I hate you.