For You Jegulus Fans

Peter: what if we get expelled?

Sirius: no one gets expelled Peter, Barty crouch jr hasn’t been expelled and he’s part of the death eaters

James: i say that’s probably why

Regulus: Is Potter…reading?

Barty: (shrugs)

*James scribbles in the margin of the book, grinning to himself.*

Regulus: Did he just…annotate?

Pandora: (grabs wrist) Regulus, leave it.

Regulus: Is it hot in here all of a sudden? (fans face)

Evan: Bit much, mate.

Regulus: (hyperventilating) What did he write? I need to know!

James’s notations: Imagine if hamsters had wings! Dumpling supremacy. Such a wanker! Shag already.

Alright! So I finished hand binding Crimson Rivers by @mayzarbewithyou :) this was my first time bookbinding so excuse the mistakes I am far from great, but all in good time! This fic basically changed the trajectory of my life so I thought I’d give it the love it deserves! the spine is regulus standing looking up at the tree and he is purposely put on the last book because he finally learned how to climb and grow. I’m so emotional over the end of the fic so this is very emotional to me. I did the typeset myself and there are some cool details I’ll try to put in another post, but basically I added all of Zar’s end notes as footnotes to the specific scenes he talks about! All very fun and the dingbats match the theme for the books and the backs each have quotes the correspond. I split it into 5 just because it didn’t feel right to have the epilogues in the same book as the war. They were two completely different parts of the story so I separated them. Anyways I’ll make another post. This was a labor of love and I hope I did it Justice :)

(thank you @padfootastic for the brain assistance with this and giving me the headcanon that harry definitely calls Sirius by his proper title to annoy him)

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"It's fine, Sirius," Harry said for the third time and Remus snorted behind his cup of coffee.

"You tripped getting into bed last night, Harry."

"I trip all the time!"

"Over clothes? That should be not on the floor?" Sirius pointed out and Harry rolled his eyes as he pushed back from his chair at the kitchen table. Lunch disrupted by a disagreement.

"I mean, sometimes. It's my space! You said it's my choice how it looks and everything, and I say its perfectly clean!"

Sirius sighed and looked at Remus for the slightest bit of assistance. Harry's door had been left open that morning and Sirius had happened to walk by, immediately wishing he hadn't. Wishing he was just oblivious to the disorder of his godson, and the pile of dishes on his nightstand. The curious case of the missing spoons had been solved in a single moment, glancing at the leaning tower of midnight ice cream bowls in Harry's room with accompanying utensils.

"I don't pretend to be the neatest person," Remus started, "But I do know that...you're verging on unsanitary territory."

"Am not! It's f--"

"It's not and this is finished. Dishes come down here, all of them, pick up your floor, laundry goes in the hamper or in your dresser. Got it?" Sirius told him firmly in a tone that didn't leave space for argument, Harry's eyebrows immediately knitting together, "When was the last time you wiped your bathroom counter?"

"...Do you want to know the answer to that or is this a rhetorical moment?" Harry asked, having the decency to look a little sheepish at the claim Sirius had made.

"I'm not expecting perfection, I'm just--"

"Yeah okay," Harry rolled his eyes, "Whatever you'd like your Highness. Your grace, Your majesty.."

"I'm serious," Sirius attempted to continue through mild annoyance, especially as his godson began bowing.

"No, no, don't be modest, you're Lord Black, of the House of Black, most Noble and Ancient, ruler of--" Remus snorted again, his mouth turning up at the corners.

"Knock it off, Harry, I'm asking for a little bit of effort here."

"Of course, Lord Black. I only live to serve, to appease you!" Harry responded with a bow, "I am banished to my quarters until they shine like the top of the Ministry Fountains!" Harry threw his hands into the air, flourishing them dramatically as he exited the kitchen. Sirius inhaled deeply and looked at his husband who was smirking still.

"Am I being unreasonable about this? He's going to have mold growing--"

Remus gasped, "Mold! Oh no! We can't have that in the Most Noble and--"

"Oh, fuck right off, Moons."

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About an hour later, Sirius heard the door to his godson's room open, followed by the bang of a firecracker, and a horn sounding off. Sirius jumped flat off Remus's lap at the sound, Remus immediately moaning at an elbow that landed in his stomach.

"Watch where you put those things, baby," Remus muttered

"What--"

"LORD BLACK, I HAVE FINISHED CLEANING MY CHAMBERS AND IT IS AWAITING YOUR INSPECTION!"

"Can I punish him for being obnoxious? Is that forbidden?" Sirius asked Remus, "Can I give him extra chores just for annoying me? Or will that get my Worlds Greatest Godfather trophy revoked?"

"Revoked."

"Damn.

"AHEM--IT IS AWAITING INSPECTION FROM THE LORD, SO THAT ONE MIGHT BE ABLE TO ENJOY THEIR RUDDY SATURDAY WHILE THE SUN IS STILL OUT!"

Sirius shook his head, apparating up the stairs to meet Harry who was standing outside his bedroom door. Sirius immediately hooked an arm around his godson's shoulders, messing up his hair roughly.

"HEY, STOP IT, NO FAIR--"

"Plenty fair, maybe you should hit the weights more," Sirius released Harry from the hold, grinning as he looked around the much neater room. Harry had even made his bed.

"Is my room up to par, Lord Black?" Harry asked teasingly, "Shall I fix anything that isn't up to your standards? Post-haste?"

"Post-haste?"

"It means--"

"I know what it means, nutter," Sirius said nudging Harry with a small grin, "Thank you for cleaning, it looks much better."

"Anything to appease the Master of the House," Harry said with a cheeky smile back, though he let Sirius palm the back of his head without pulling away.

"I know...I can be a little paranoid about cleanliness," Sirius said, catching Harry's eyes, "And I hope I haven't made you feel like you need to...keep up to that standard. My standard because sometimes I'm not even clean enough for my standard. I don't want you to feel like that, yeah?"

"I was taking a piss, Sirius. My room was gross. I'm just stubborn."

"Mm. Thought so," Sirius said and kissed him on the side of the head, "Go enjoy the rest of your ruddy Saturday."

"I HAVE APPEASED LORD BLACK, MASTER LUPIN. I HAVE BEEN GIVEN PERMISSION TO SEE THE GREAT OUTDOORS FOR THE REMAINDER OF THE AFTERNOON, A JOYOUS DAY!" Harry shouted and Sirius cracked a smile, shoving Harry just hard enough to send him off balance.

“remus lupin is the coolest marauder” i say into the mic

everyone claps. no backlash. its a fact.

James: *punching tf out of someone*

Regulus: why am I into this?

Regulus: *verbally abusing the life out of someone*

James: why am I into this?

tell me it’s not true, i dare you 👊🏻😢

c: starchaser.wolfstar on instagram

“Prongs?” Sirius questions with a mouthful of bacon, scrunching up his nose in confusion as James slumps next to him on the bench. “Why is your tie green?”

James immediately sits up in his seat. His hand goes straight to his tie, lifting it up to examine the color and cursing himself when he finds it green, not red. James suddenly finds it hard to breathe as he looks over at his friends, each of them curiously glancing over in his direction and waiting for a response.

“Um…” James trails off, trying to make up a believable explanation. “Oh! A Slytherin must’ve charmed it! To get back at us for last week's prank.” He nods feverishly, trying desperately to appear sincere.

It seems to work as Sirius makes a disgruntled noise, rolling his eyes as he reaches for another piece of bacon. “Those slimy snakes.” He shoves the bacon into his mouth, chewing on it angrily. “Don’t worry, Prongs. We’ll get ‘em back.”

Peter nods across the table in agreement, and the two immediately delve into a conversation about hair dye and explosions. James tries not to seem conspicuous about his relief, though a tap on his shoulder lets him know he was unsuccessful. James sighs in defeat.

He should’ve known nothing gets past Remus Lupin.

“You don’t suppose the Slytherins also pranked Regulus Black, now would you?” Remus whispers, nodding over to the Slytherin table. James follows his gaze to where Regulus is scowling, his face as red as the tie around his neck while his friends laugh hysterically around him.

James chokes back a laugh, trying to disguise it as a cough at the last second. He swipes a piece of toast off of Remus’ plate, taking a big bite before smiling sweetly at him. “I don’t know what you mean, Moony.”

Harry: you need to stop running away from your feelings.

Draco: what makes you think I’m running away.

Harry: you’re climbing out the window as we speak.

Draco, one foot out the window: okay fair, but so are you.

Harry, also one foot out the window: fuck.

Am I a person? Or am I a bunch of things my comfort character does?