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Smitten - Feb. 17th - word count: 827 - @wolfstarmicrofic
Remus woke up, his head throbbing.
“Oh, hello, Mr. Lupin,” a woman said, hovering over him. “How are you feeling?”
“Where am I?” Remus asked, trying to sit up in his bed. The lady pushed him back down.
She must be a nurse, he realized, since she was in a nurse’s uniform.
“You’re in St. Mungo’s. Do you remember?”
Remus frowned. “Remember what?”
“What’s the last thing you remember, Mr. Lupin?” she asked, pulling a notebook out of her pocket.
Remus racked his brains. “Uh, not much,” he shrugged.
“And what does it feel like?”
He frowned, thinking of a way to phrase the sentence. “It feels like I’m supposed to remember something, but I don’t. Like there’s just… empty space and colors.”
“Interesting,” the nurse hummed. “Well, you must've been hit with something, since you still have practical memory, yes?”
“Yeah,” Remus sighed. “Yeah. I can do stuff, I just don’t remember how I learnt it.”
“And do you recognize faces?” she asked.
“Dunno,” Remus replied dully. “Are there any faces?”
“Oh, sorry. One second, Mr. Lupin.” The nurse left the room, letting the door click shut behind her.
A moment later, she returned, a gorgeous man in tow.
“Er, hello,” he mumbled, feeling his face heat up under the steel-colored scrutiny of the mystery man.
The man turned to the nurse. “Are you absolutely quite sure he’s alright, Beatrice? Has the confusion worn off?”
“Yes, Black,” the nurse said. “He’s just missing memories, that’s all.”
‘Black’ opened his mouth to speak, but the nurse cut him off. “No, Sirius,” she sighed. “It’s not permanent. It’ll be back soon.”
Sirius. What an interesting name, Remus thought. He’d heard that somewhere before…
“Good,” Sirius nodded, checking his watch. He cursed. “I have to go, the Curse-Breaking people need me. Sorry, I’ll be back.”
Remus frowned. He wanted to talk to the pretty man. He had such nice hair. Remus wanted to run his hands through the man’s hair. Would it feel nice?
Remus shook the thoughts out of his head. That man was probably off the market, considering the silver band on his finger.
~~~~~
There was a messy-haired man next to his bed, chattering on about his wife and son.
He showed Remus the pictures from his son’s fifth birthday, and he also reminded Remus of a place called ‘Hogwarts’.
Remus didn’t remember too much, but he did recall a big, moving tree, and three animal-shaped figures trailing after him. When he told the messy-haired man (James, his name was), he grinned.
“You remember that? That’s great, Moony!” he exclaimed. “Do you remember the names? Of the animals, I mean.”
“It was…” Remus trailed off, thinking. “Prongs, Wormtail, and Padfoot, right? And I was Moony?”
“Yeah!” James cheered. “I was Prongs, of course, since, well,” he leaned in conspiratorially. “I’m a deer.”
“Yeah, and… there was a kid called Peter, right? Which was he?”
James chuckled. “Oh, Pete’s Wormtail. He’s a rat.”
Remus tilted his head ponderingly. “So who was Padfoot?”
“Oh, easy. That was Sirius,” James said, smiling.
Remus gaped. “Wait. Sirius? Sirius as in the man who came earlier? That Sirius?”
“Well, he didn’t tell me he’d stop by, but yeah,” James shrugged. “Why?”
“Merlin, that man is so beautiful,” Remus sighed. “He just has the prettiest eyes, and his hair, and-”
“I’m going to have to stop you right there,” James frowned.
Remus’s eyes widened, head dropping to look at his sheets. “Oh, shit, right. He’s married, or engaged, or something. Sorry, I just-”
But James interrupted again. “No, no, shut it, Moony. I heard way too much of this from Sirius’s side during fourth year, and let me tell you-” he gave a full-body shudder. “I never want to go through you two pining again.”
Remus raised his head hopefully. “We were together?”
“Uh, yeah? Merlin, Remus, did you not see the wedding band on your finger?” James scoffed. “Smartest Marauder my ass.”
Remus elected to ignore the last comment and instead looked at his right hand, where a gold band was wrapped around his ring finger.
“Oh, shit, he’s my husband?” Remus asked, voice rising in pitch with every word.
“Duh.”
~~~~~
Remus sighed contentedly as Sirius curled into his side on their couch.
“So,” Sirius began. “Prongs told me what happened.”
Remus felt a cold trickle of embarrassment down his back. “What?” he asked cautiously.
“When you were in Mungo’s that time, remember?” Sirius looked innocently up at Remus. “When you forgot that we were married?”
Remus groaned. “Shut it. He did not-”
“Oh, but he did,” Sirius said. “He called it cute how you were acting all smitten about your husband. And then he said that if one of us ever lost our memories again, he wouldn’t be there.”
“Oh, yeah. What did you even say to that poor man in fourth year?”
Sirius grinned. “Well, I’m pretty sure I started off with how good you looked, and then-”
“Dear Merlin.”
st. mungo's - jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 360
"Move out of the fucking way!" Regulus nearly-screamed, pushing a nurse to the side as he ran to the service desk of the hospital floor and stopped short, glaring down at the bored-looking nurse sitting there.
"Name?" the man asked, voice completely deadpan and unamused.
"James Potter," Regulus said, trying not to hyperventilate.
Unconcerned eyes met his and the man tilted his head a bit. "Mister Potter already has someone in with him. Unless you're his family or his wife, you'll have to wait over there." He gestured to a row of seats where several stressed-looking people were sitting.
Regulus, however, was in no mood for this. "I'm his fucking husband," he spat, curling his hand into a fist around the handle of his wand, which lay in the pocket of his robes. "And unless you want me to find Head Healer Rosier, who I happen to be very good friends with, then I suggest you tell me what room I can find James in. Now."
For the first time, emotion flooded behind the nurse's eyes, and he looked toward a clipboard. "Er...So sorry, sir! R-room twelve!"
Not bothering to say thank you, Regulus looked around and saw that room twelve was only a few feet away. Scowling at the nurse, he slammed open the door, expecting to find his husband on his deathbed.
Of course, James always liked to surprise him.
"Heeey, Reg," James ginned at him as soon as he entered, looking over from where he was sitting up in his bed, Sirius sitting next to him.
Anxiety slowly leaving his body, Regulus felt himself relax a bit, shoulders lowering. "What the fuck, Potter?" he asked weakly.
"Just fell off my broom. Hit my head. Sirius brought me here to make sure I'm okay," the taller man grinned, and Regulus tried his best not to let James's smile make him melt. "I'm just fine, though, baby."
"That was real interesting though, Reggie. 'Don't make me call your supervisor!' You sounded just like Mum," Sirius grinned, a teasing look in his eyes.
"Oh, fuck off," Regulus groaned, sinking into a chair and giving his racing heart time to slow.
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effort - jegulus - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 394
“Shit.”
Regulus sat on his bed at the Potters’, staring down at his OWL grades, his brain echoing with the same angry voices and furious looks. His mother, screaming at him about his stupidity and lack of effort. His father, glaring at him as only he could–his fury outlined in the hard, cold edges of his face. Both of them implying what Regulus always feared– that he was nothing. That he would always be nothing.
He was so wrapped up in his own self-hatred that he didn’t even hear James come in.
“You got your scores?”
He cursed himself for not paying attention. If he had, he’d have been ready to turn away as James snatched for the paper, but he was caught unawares, and the older boy was able to grab the letter before he could properly react.
“I…it’s not…” he mumbled, head down.
“Reg, this is…” James said softly.
Ah, there it was. The disappointment. He wanted to throw up.
“...this is amazing! Fucking seven Outstandings?” the older boy gasped, making Regulus look up.
“And…two Exceeds Expectations,” he pointed out, stomach churning again.
“Exactly!” James exclaimed, eyes wide and uncomprehending.
Regulus waited a moment before shaking his head frustratedly. “They should’ve been all O’s, James! I…I could’ve done so much better! Merlin, I don’t know why I let myself slip like th–”
“Regulus,” James interrupted, kneeling so he could look into his eyes, his hands gently grasping Regulus’s face. “You…you have no idea how proud I am, do you?”
He blinked. He wasn’t sure of the last time he’d heard someone say that.
“Oh, baby,” James mumbled, pressing a soft kiss to his head. “I am…you are so amazing. You have no idea. I mean, you must know. I lo-”
But before he could get the words out, even as Regulus waited on tenterhooks to hear them, a woman’s voice interrupted. “Have Hogwarts letters arrived?”
James looked annoyed for a moment, but he perked up quickly. “Yes! Mum, you have to see Reggie’s grades, come look!”
It was the first time Regulus had ever had anything hung up in the kitchen by a proud parent. He tried to act normal about it as Effie beamed and posted it right next to a picture of herself and Monty, held to the Muggle refrigerator by a magnet, but inside, he was warm all over.
something that i dont see get mentioned enough when youre trying to get a diagnosis from your doctor is that you should be bringing a list of things you cant do/you struggle with because of your symptoms rather than just a list of symptoms
not only does this present a scale of how severe it is medically (is it background aching or is the pain preventing you from being able to walk long distances?) but it also demonstrates just how massive of an impact its having on your quality of life (i.e. turning 'i get really exhausted' into 'my exhaustion often means that i either have to hope ive got snacks in reach of my bed or starve because i physically cannot make the thirty-to-forty second walk to the kitchen, let alone make a meal, and ill often take two to three days in a week having to rest entirely in bed mostly napping just to recover from daily life')
i realise that for some people this would be common sense, but when i was first preparing myself to speak to my doctor i moreso focused on what i was feeling physically, rather than how it actually affected me day-to-day. it also actually really validated my own reasoning for seeking medical help because a part of me doubted (and is still doubting, tbh) whether i should just shut up and deal with it myself, but after laying it all out with the ways im literally being held down by my symptoms its made me feel a lot less dramatic and dumb for wanting help
Sometimes it blows my mind that there are people that don’t wear glasses/contacts. Like they can literally see with no aid. Like they wake up and just be out here seeing. What a wild concept.
And people say stuff like ‘lol don’t you hate it when you look up in the middle of the night and see a spider on your ceiling’ like bitch (!!) i could have Nicholas II last czar of Russia hangin from my ceiling fan and i would be none the wiser
"Boost" - Jegulus microfic @into-the-jeggyverse - 1074 words
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James had never struggled much with his self-worth, his view of himself. But he had not realised until recently how dependent his pride was on other people’s opinions. So, when James was studying alone with Regulus, and the younger boy did nothing but insult him, he needed a little boost to his confidence.
With a Hogsmeade weekend coming up, James was going to ask someone to be his date, and who—besides Regulus—could say no to a face like his? Now, James hadn’t intended to do this in front of Regulus, it just worked out that way. He spotted Tracy in the library, and realised that she was a girl, at the very least.
“Hey, Tracy,” James called. “Wanna come to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?”
Tracy smiled at him and nodded. “Sure.”
James Potter was back in the game, ladies and gentlemen. When he looked back to Regulus, James saw that he was fuming, clutching his quill with a grip hard enough to turn his knuckles white.
“What? Did you want to ask her?” James scoffed.
“No,” Regulus muttered. “Shut up.”
“Wow, great comeback. I’m wounded, Reggie,” James mocked.
Regulus did not say another word for the majority of the study session, simply glaring at James occasionally. James didn’t know what his problem was. The only reason James was studying with Regulus was as a favour to Sirius. Regulus had asked for Sirius’s fifth-year notes, but Sirius had thrown all of his away and knew that James still had some. Out of the kindness of his heart, and his love for Sirius, James had offered to go over them with Regulus, as his handwriting was somewhat…illegible. Despite his generosity, Regulus did not seem at all grateful that James was giving up his time to be here.
“What the fuck does this even say?” Regulus muttered. “How can you possibly have handwriting this awful?”
“Sorry, Mr. I-Write-In-Cursive-Because-I’m-A-Pretentious-Git,” James grumbled. He took the page. “That clearly says unicorn blood!”
“How was I supposed to read that?” Regulus whisper-shouted. “The ink is smeared across the page!”
James frowned at the parchment. “Yeah, I reckon I wrote this one with my left hand.”
“Why would you do that?” Regulus questioned, eyes narrowed as if James was losing his mind.
“I’m ambidextrous,” James said with a grin, though he knew realistically it wasn’t a brag. He was ambidextrous in the sense that both hands were equally as shit.
Regulus just groaned and took back the parchment, continuing to try to decipher James’s handwriting, as he refused to just have it read to him, because ‘I’m not a toddler, Potter. I don’t need a bedtime story’.
On Monday evening, when the two next studied together, James felt somewhat uncomfortable. Strangely, it had nothing to do with Regulus, but with Tracy constantly looking over and smiling at him. James did not like to be this person, he hated being in this position, he hated when people liked him and he didn’t like them back. He felt guilty about leading them on and guilty about breaking it off or rejecting them. There was nothing wrong with Tracy; she was nice, funny, and smart. James wanted to like her back. But his mind seemed occupied, and he didn’t know why.
“For Merlin’s sake,” Regulus sighed. “You could just go if you’re so occupied.”
“Huh?”
“That girl is eye-fucking you,” Regulus mumbled, face hidden by his hand rubbing his forehead as he wrote.
“No, she’s not,” James muttered. “And I’m not interested, anyway.”
Regulus, for some reason, seemed to relax a little at this. They got back to work and James tried his best to ignore Tracy. But, on the way out of the library, Tracy stopped him to talk about the next time they could see each other.
James had a small, minor, tiny problem with wanting everyone to like him all the time. Sure, they were exceptions, like most of the Slytherins. He was a Gryffindor, of course they weren’t going to like him, it wasn’t anything personal. But he had a genuine and all-consuming fear of disappointing people. So, he did the most logical thing. He said: “Uh, sorry, I realised I’m, uh, gay.”
“Oh.” Tracy’s face fell, but she quickly put on a smile. “Good for you, James. Sorry for bothering you.”
As she walked away, Regulus raised his eyebrows. James winced. “I didn’t want to hurt her feelings!”
“You know if you ever date another girl she’ll realise you were lying,” Regulus pointed out.
“I wasn’t lying, per se, I was…obscuring half the truth,” James defended. “I’ll just have to find a good guy, then.”
“Too bad Lupin’s taken, I think he’s the only datable person in your entire friend group,” Regulus scoffed.
“Hey, I have very fuckable friends,” James protested, then grimaced. He had a strange instinct to protect all of his friends, though he wasn’t sure any would be happy to hear that he thought this, except maybe Sirius. “Ooo! You could pretend to-”
“No.”
“You don’t even know what I was going to say!”
“I could pretend to be your boyfriend?” Regulus asked, eyebrows raised. When James nodded, Regulus shook his head. “First of all, that’s an awful cliché. Second of all, fuck off.”
James groaned and followed after Regulus as he started to walk away. “Come on, you owe me one.”
“I didn’t ask for your help,” Regulus said.
Now, James didn’t want to get too arrogant or anything, but he was a very persuasive person. He was confident that he could get even Regulus Black, certified-grumpy-piece-of-shit, to listen to him. And, sure enough, after delivering a long and charming monologue about all of his good qualities (Regulus had called it pestering, but potato whatever), Regulus gave in.
So, that evening, Regulus and James walked into the Great Hall together. Regulus turned and left a chaste kiss on his cheek, and oh. Oh, this would be a problem. James stuttered out a goodbye, his face almost seeming to burn where Regulus’s lips had been.
“Bye, Jamie,” Regulus bid. Of course, James knew the nickname was just for show. But, fuck, that didn’t change the way his stomach flipped. He suddenly understood why they called them butterflies.
James sat down at his usual spot, right next to Sirius, face red and realising a lot of things at once.
“What the fuck was that?” Sirius hissed.
“I think I’m in love with your brother,” James answered dumbly.
