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OMG CAN THIS BE A WOLFSTAR FIC PLEASE I BEG.
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11/09/2025, @wolfstarmicrofic, prompt 11 - zonkoās joke shop, word count: 296,
āI know it was you lot that made the tables reconstruct into dollhouses, it has your magic written all over it.ā
Sirius mimes zipping his lips. āWe can neither confirm nor deny.ā
āHow did you do it?ā the question is directed at Remus, whoās dutifully finishing his essay. He looks up, the picture of innocence, and meets Regulusā sharp gaze. āYouāre asking me becauseā¦?ā
Regulus tuts, pulling out another reference book. āI hazard a guess youāre behind these demonic ideas.ā
āActually it was all Sirius on this one,ā Remus says mildly, a gentle smile playing on his face. āThe dollhouses were just some backups from Zonkoās, originally charmed to trap people. Sirius tweaked the magic a bit, and it was quite a difficult altering spell he pulled off.ā
Regulus narrows his eyes. Thereās somethingā¦sweet about Remusā tone. Regulus isnāt particularly well-versed with the emotion, but he detects affection in his eyes, the way they seem to soften when he looks at Sirius, who is currently cosplaying a tomato, tugging at his necklace nervously.Ā
He frowns, trying to figure out if this means something or if itās just hormones, when it strikes him. Itās a quiet oh of realisation, and his brain back-pedals, he remembers the time Sirius defended werewolves ferociously at a family dinner when their eradication was in discussion, the way he seems to get excited whenever Regulus asks about Remus specifically, the way his eyes light up the moment he spots him on Platform 9 Ā¾.Ā
He bites down on a smile. Heād sooner die than tell his brother heās happy for him, though he gets the hunch that Sirius genuinely has no fucking idea heās arse over head for Remus.Ā
That night, Regulus exits the library, for the first time, hoping for love.Ā
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also the cosplaying a tomato is based off a post i cant remember but it was too good
āRegulus is not having a good dayā
A line I have read many times
I don't know if anyone is feeling like a dose of Sirius and Regulus being loving brothers in the midst of a war but my current work The Ones Who Bore the Mark has lots of this in both what is posted and what is to come.
There is also a heady dose of Jegulus angst. Really, it's like a big angst fest until the end when James and Regulus get married. *SPOILER!*
This is a canon-esque series and follows the canon timeline. Sorry not sorry.
Regulus tried to regain his temporary serenity, but it eluded him. Regulus stared at the sky, trying to read the storm. He was trying to chase it, he had to focus. He was doing this for Pandora. Whenever Regulus tried to remember his reason for doing this he was hit with an overwhelming wave of guilt that made his stomach churn. Regulus swore he felt the bile rise in his throat.
That was the unfortunate moment that James Potter came strolling over. Regulus promptly vomited on him. For a moment Regulus just stared at the mess of his stomach contents that had managed to end up all over Jamesā shoes and felt mortified.
āWell, thatās one means of an introduction.ā James mumbled.
SNIPPET FROM EYE OF THE STORM
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Prompt 17 - Dimple
@jegulus-microfic May 17, Word count 486
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The phial seemed to almost glow in the darkness. Regulus removed the mandrake leaf from his mouth and carefully put it into the phial, and then he reached up and plucked a hair from his head and dropped it in after. He pushed the stopper back on, and they were done.Ā
Regulus looked over at the whomping willow. He was one step closer to being an animagus and joining James and the others on their moonlit runs. Plus, having the ability to turn into an animal at will, with no one knowing he could, opened up other doors to him as well.Ā
He couldnāt help the grin that spread across his face when James took his hand and pulled him in for a kiss. It had been one month exactly since Regulus had done basically what James was doing now.Ā
It had been a spur of the moment thing. It may have been James's first kiss, but James had been taking full advantage of being allowed to kiss him since. It may have been James's first kiss whenever he wanted, within reason. They still kept their distance when in public. It wouldnāt do for the main populace to see him consorting with Gryffindors. He had a reputation to uphold after all. Not that he particularly liked that reputation or what it would bring the second he finished his schooling.
James broke their kiss, which brought Regulus out of his thoughts. James reached up and prodded his cheek.Ā
āYou know I never knew you had a dimple until recently when you started smiling around me.ā James continued to stroke the spot where Regulus knew the little divot was. He looked up at the pure pleasure on Jamesās face from being allowed to touch him. How had no one snapped him up? James was a catch. Not that he would tell him, the boy's ego was inflated enough as it was.Ā
āShall we go put the phial away and go to bed?ā He asked. Heād snuck up to Gryffindor tower a few times over the last month. They hadnāt done much more than kissing, but heād slept in Jamesās arms, and he'd found that to be the most wonderful place to be.Ā
Sirius had kicked up a fuss about Regulusās continued presence in their dorm, but Regulus had pointed out he really didnāt have a leg to stand on, as they all knew he hadnāt slept in his own bed for months.
Thank Salazar for silencing charms, though. He didnāt know, nor did he want to know, what Remus did to his brother, but Sirius's level of dishevelment when he emerged from behind the curtains in the morning was off the charts. But right now the dorm was empty. He and James would have the whole night together undisturbed.
He sighed as James led him back to the castle, wrapping them in the invisibility cloak as they went.Ā
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november microfic snippet
Day 8: cider + corn maze + sweater + burn + cinnamon [read it here on AO3]
When the door shuts behind James, Regulusās breath rushes out of him, and he slumps onto one of the stools for sale. He presses a fist to his mouth, trying to keep his smile at bay.
He feels lightāhopeful, even. James is handsome and funny in an honest, self-deprecating sort of way, with strong hands and a sharp grin that makes him want to kneel at Jamesās feet. Everything is shaping up to beĀ moreĀ than he could have imagined, better by far than his first impression of this town.
Itās what he thinks people mean when they say āhomey.ā Itās a hidden gem, itās inviting, itāsā
Itās entirely too quiet.
Regulus rushes to his feet and peers around the corner: nothing. No movement, no sound. His heart picks up speed. āDraco? Harry?ā He looks behind the counter, down each aisle, in the loft upstairs, the hammock, the storage room, the back porch where James and Monty exited.
Nothing.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuuck.
He needs to get Sirius.
"You're going to be okay, Reggie." Sirius said, combing his fingers through Regulus's hair.
"How do you know that?"
"Because I am." Sirius said simply, "I'm okay, so you will be too."
"We're not the same... not anymore."
"We never were." Sirius said, "You and I- we... we were never the same. You just admired me a lot, and stole my clothes."
"Yes, well..." Regulus cleared his throat, "I much preferred your trousers over my bloody dresses."
"Shame I don't fit into your old clothes anymore." Sirius smiled at Regulus through their reflection, "We could have swapped wardrobes. You did have some lovely dresses... do you remember that black velvet one mother made you wear to Cissa's engagement party?"
"Yes." Regulus frowned, "Vividly."
"Yes, you looked quite shit." Sirius said with a teasing grin, "I would have looked much better in it."
Regulus rolled his eyes, "You know what? As much as I hate to admit it, you're right."
"Thank you." Sirius said proudly, "I'm taking all that I can get with you, Reggie- Is that still what you'd like to be called?"
"Yes." Regulus nodded his head and let Sirius dab a wet cloth under his nose some more, "I like my name... it's the one good thing father has given me."
Sirius huffed, "I can gladly say the same."
"Ouch." Regulus winced as Sirius' bony finger bumped his tender nose, "Careful, wanker."
"Oh, he rebels more!" Sirius declares, "First you become one of those people, and now you call me unsavory names? Grandfather would be rolling in his grave."
"Good." Regulus nodded, "I hated that wanker."
Sirius laughed, "Didn't we all?"
Regulus smiles.
"So." Sirius nodded, standing behind Regulus now, her hands on his shoulders, "What would you like?"
"Not too short." Regulus nodded, lifting his hand to show the shape, "I want length on the top, but no longer than my ear, I'd say... and have it fade up from the bottom- but don't do that stupid shit where it's so short you can see skin through it. I still have class."
"Obviously." Sirius nodded and ran his fingers through Regulus's hair again, "We've swapped."
"Yes, we have..." Regulus nodded, "And thankfully. You look dumb with short hair."