#25 days of Jegumas

[marauders-brain-rot]

Jegumas - Day 16: Ice skating - 892 words - @noblehouseofgay

Regulus was practically buzzing with excitement. Harry was at the age where he was walking steadier on his feet, he was talking, he was growing more and more into a person every day. While parts of knowing that fact terrified Regulus beyond comprehension, there was one thing he was excited about the prospect of now that he’d reached this milestone: ice skating. 

It had been the one thing his mother had done for him that he’d actually learned to appreciate. She’d done it to get his balance and coordination better because he’d been falling over a lot, you know as toddlers tend to do, but he’d learned to love it over the years. There was a certain freedom when he was on the ice that he couldn’t find elsewhere, 

The water had finally frozen through enough to skate and Regulus was determined to see if his son took to it like he had, though his husband was less thrilled with the idea. Despite the fact that they’d fortified the ice, added cushioning charms and Regulus had already tested it, James was still nervous. 

“What if he falls?” He whispered anxiously as Regulus walked carrying Harry on his other side. They’d tried to keep Harry from noticing James’s anxiety about the situation, if their little empath caught wind that he was on the edge of a nervous breakdown they’d be dealing with a meltdown. 

“I’ll be right there with him,” he answered for the millionth time. The edge of the lake was coming into view and Regulus was preparing himself for the hardest part of this endeavor, getting Harry onto the ice without a meltdown from either him or his overly-terrified father. “Okay Harry, we have a surprise for you!” 

“Prise?!” He exclaimed excitedly, bouncing up and down on Regulus’s hip. He put him down a few feet from the edge of the ice and knelt down to his level. 

“I’m going to show you something, and if you want to learn I’ll teach you. Okay?” He asked slowly and watched as slow determination came over his son’s face. He nodded one, his most serious of faces on, and watched Regulus intently as he put on his skates before stepping out onto the ice. He skated around in easy lines and circles, losing himself in the moment until he was doing tricks he’d taken years to master. When he’d gotten it all out of his system and returned to where the ice ended and land began, he noticed it was to an excited child and a shocked husband. 

“Try! Try! Try!” Harry shouted as he made grabby hands towards the ice. Regulus chuckled before conjuring skates in Harry’s size and starting to exchange his shoes. 

“He’ll be able to do that?” James asked in awe. 

“One day, if it’s something he keeps up with,” Regulus shrugged. He was happy to get to share something like this with his son, but he would never make him do it if he didn’t want to. He finished getting his skates laced up and conjured the last thing they needed. “This is for you to hold onto since you’re new at this. You have to learn.” 

Harry nodded seriously and followed Regulus’s every instruction as carefully as he could. He was kind of perfect in that way, he’d somehow combined Regulus’s careful and cautious nature while still managing to be a ball of sunshine and energy. The two stepped out onto the ice, Harry taking a moment to acclimate. Regulus stood there with him, one hand gently on his son’s back as he instructed him on what to do. Slowly over time Harry managed to skate a few feet and his balance was getting a lot better, but Regulus didn’t want to exhaust his son so after a while he told him it was time to be done for the day and they’d come back again tomorrow. 

When they made it back to James, he was standing there with tears brimming in his eyes and a look of pride on his face. He scooped his son into his arms and buried his face in his curls. “You did such a good job, little love.” 

Regulus went about replacing his skates with shoes while James did the same for Harry before they walked back towards the house together. 

“What did you think?” He asked when the house was nearly in view. 

“I think you looked wonderful together,” James answered immediately, a softness in his voice Regulus had only ever heard directed at him and Harry. 

“Would you like to learn too?” 

“I think I’m happier watching, love,” he answered lowly. Maybe one day he’d change his mind, but Regulus knew he was serious about it for now. He knew what it was like to want to soak up every minute of watching his husband with their son as he learned and grew. There were things he couldn’t wait to watch James teach Harry as he got older. The little family made their way into the welcoming warmth of their home where the two men settled in together and watched their son play across the room. 

Regulus basked in the glow of joy and peace that settled over him as he and his husband watched their son, his life turned out far better than he ever could’ve hoped for. 

[bradleysass]

Stories - @noblehouseofgay - word count: 707 - 25 Days of Jegumas

The cottage was quiet except for the crackling fire in the hearth. Snow swirled outside, blanketing the garden in white, but inside, everything was warm and cozy. Regulus Black sat in an armchair, his legs crossed, a book open in his lap. James Potter stood by the kitchen doorway, drying his hands with a dishcloth and watching the scene before him with a fond smile.

Harry, their three-year-old son, sat on the rug with a stuffed stag clutched in his hands, looking up at Regulus with wide, curious eyes. His glasses were slightly askew, and his messy hair stuck out in all directions, just like James’s.

“Can we have a story, Papa?” Harry asked, his voice small but insistent.

Regulus glanced over the edge of the book, raising an eyebrow. “We?”

Harry nodded enthusiastically. “Me and Prongslet!” He held up the stuffed stag for emphasis.

James stifled a laugh. “You’ve been promoted, Reg. Better make it a good one.”

Rolling his eyes, Regulus closed his book and set it aside. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “All right, Harry. What kind of story do you want?”

Harry scrunched up his nose, thinking hard. “An adventure! With animals.”

Regulus leaned back in his chair, his lips twitching into a small smile. “Very well. Let’s see... Once upon a time, in a far-off forest, there lived a brave lion and a clever snake.”

Harry’s eyes widened with excitement. “What were their names?”

Regulus tilted his head as if considering. “The lion’s name was... James.”

Harry giggled, looking over at his dad. “Daddy’s a lion!”

James grinned, walking over and plopping himself onto the sofa. “Of course I am, Harry. Gryffindor through and through.”

“And the snake’s name,” Regulus continued, his voice softening, “was Regulus.”

Harry tilted his head, puzzled. “Why a snake?”

Regulus reached out and gently tapped Harry’s nose. “Because snakes are clever, quiet, and good at solving problems. Just like me.”

Harry seemed to accept this explanation, snuggling closer to his stuffed stag. “What did they do?”

“Well,” Regulus began, his voice taking on a storyteller’s rhythm, “the lion and the snake were unlikely friends. They lived in the same forest, but they were from very different parts of it. The lion came from the sunny meadows, where everything was loud and bright. The snake came from the cool, dark glade, where things were quieter and hidden.”

James chimed in, unable to resist. “But one day, they met while chasing the same butterfly.”

Harry gasped. “Did they catch it?”

Regulus shook his head. “No, but they caught something better. They caught each other’s attention. From that day on, they decided to go on adventures together, protecting the forest and everyone in it.”

Harry beamed. “Did they have a baby?”

Regulus chuckled, glancing at James. “Eventually, yes. A little stag, who was the bravest of them all.”

“That’s me!” Harry said proudly, hugging his stuffed animal tightly.

“That’s right, little stag,” James said, leaning down to ruffle Harry’s hair. “And do you know what the lion and the snake always told the stag?”

Harry looked up at him expectantly.

“They told him he was loved,” Regulus said softly, his gaze warm as he looked at Harry. “More than anything in the whole forest.”

Harry’s grin was wide enough to light up the room. “Tell it again!”

James laughed, pulling Harry into his lap. “Tomorrow night, Harry. It’s time for bed now.”

“But I’m not sleepy,” Harry protested, though his yawn betrayed him.

Regulus stood, smoothing down his robes. He leaned over, pressing a kiss to Harry’s forehead. “Goodnight, little stag.”

“Goodnight, Papa,” Harry mumbled, his eyelids already drooping.

James carried Harry upstairs, his small head resting against James’s shoulder. As he tucked Harry into bed, Regulus lingered by the doorway, watching with a softness that James loved more than he could put into words.

“Good story,” James whispered as he turned to join Regulus.

Regulus smirked. “It was true, wasn’t it?”

James slung an arm around his husband’s shoulders as they headed back downstairs. “Every word.”

And in the quiet of the night, the lion and the snake sat together by the fire, watching over their little stag and the life they had built together.

[ultravioletbrit]

“allergic” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 543 words

“buying gifts” - 25 Days of Jegumas - Day 4 - @noblehouseofgay

“It’s not that I’m bad at buying gifts. It’s just that James is so good at it. And I really want to get him something special, I just don’t know what that is.” Regulus is sitting on Barty’s couch and drops his head in his hands.  

“We could just go to the mall and walk around and see if you get any—" Barty starts to suggest.

“No!” Regulus cuts him off firmly. “We are not going to the mall.”   

“Oh, sorry, I forgot you’re allergic to social interaction.” Barty says sarcastically.  

“You say that like it’s not true. I would break out in hives, and you know it.” Regulus tells him. “Plus, the mall this time of year sounds like my worst nightmare… and yours.”

“Okay, fair point.” Barty agrees.

“And I don’t think I would find anything there anyway. Nothing that would be good enough.” Regulus sighs.

Barty flops down on the couch, clearly done with this conversation. “Just sign him up for a Wine of the Month Club and be done with it.”

“What the hell is a Wine of the Month Club?” Regulus asks.

“I don’t know. I guess they send you different wines every month so you can try ones you’ve never had.”

Regulus looks at him incredulously for a moment. “That sounds ridiculous.” He says dryly and Barty just shrugs. “You are no help at all.”

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Regulus is sitting on the floor in front of James biting his lip nervously as he watches James read the card he gave him. James furrows his eyebrows slightly then slowly looks up at Regulus.

“Love… I’m not sure what a Date of the Month Club is?” James asks gently.  

“It’s a stupid name, I know. But I couldn’t think of anything else to call it.” Regulus say quickly.

“Okay.” James chuckles fondly. “But I still don’t know what it is?”

Regulus is quiet for a moment but eventually he takes a deep breath and says, “Okay, so next year, once a month, every month, I’m going to take you on a surprise date and each one is going to be something we’ve never done before, so we can… try new things together.” Regulus explains hesitantly, avoiding eye contact with James. With every word he says he’s becoming more and more anxious as he realizes this was a ridiculous idea.  

Evidently, James feels the same way because he hasn’t said a word and just keeps looking from the card to Regulus and back again. After a long moment, Regulus can’t take the silence anymore.

“I’m sorry.” He blurts out. “Is this stupid? This is stupid. I’m sorry. It’s ridiculous. I know it’s—"

“I love you, so much.” James says slowly cutting off Regulus’ rambling.

“What?” Regulus finally makes eye contact with James.

“This is amazing!” He tells Regulus. “This is so cool! Oh, I am so excited! We are going to have so much fun!—” Now it’s James’ turn to ramble.

“Really? You like it?” Regulus asks quietly.

“Reg��” James reaches out and pulls Regulus onto his lap, wrapping his arms around his waist. “I love this.” James leans in and kisses Regulus. James pulls back to look into Regulus’s eyes. “Thank you.” He whispers.

Regulus has a small, sheepish smile when he whispers, “You’re welcome.”     -

[noblehouseofgay]

Christmas came early this year!!

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To celebrate 600 followers (truly I don't know why there's so many of you), I present to you:

25 days of Jegumas!!

A prompt list for December 1st to 25th!! I'm posting it today so you have a month to start preparing and getting into the holiday spirit!

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The rules are very simple:

- you can submit pretty much anything as long as it goes along with the prompt. I want to see whatever you come up with! Art, writing, headcannons, whatever!

- make sure to put what prompt/day your submission is for on your post and make sure to tag it with any warnings it may need (nsfw, trigger warnings, etc)

- obviously it has to be jegulus centric but you can include whatever and whoever else you want

- it doesn't have to be just Christmas! Feel free to include other holidays in your work! We're all about diversity and inclusion!

- and tag me at @noblehouseofgay and tag #25daysofJegumas !!

- if you have questions my inbox is open

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See you all this December <333

[fictionalsimp09]

Reindeer

Jegumas Day 3 - @noblehouseofgay - 324 words

“I hate you,” Regulus bites out as he looks in the mirror, adjusting his fake beard. 

“You look beautiful, love,” James says sincerely. 

“Look at my stomach, James!” 

He gasps, “Are you insinuating that fat people can’t be beautiful?” 

Regulus sighs, “You know that’s not what I meant.” 

“I know.” James wraps his arms around his husband, resting his chin on his shoulder and locking eyes with him through their reflection. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” 

“No, I want to. For Harry.” 

“You sure?” 

“Let’s just do this before I change my mind, alright?” 

James grabs Reggie’s gloved hand, kissing it softly as he murmurs, “I love you,” and leads him to the garden, covered in a small layer of snow which is sure to increase as the month progresses. He calls out to Harry and turns into Prongs, allowing Regulus to place a glowing red ball on his nose. Lily leads their son outside, who lets out an excited shriek when he sees them. 

“Mummy, look! Santa! Rudolph!” 

He runs towards them, hugging Regulus’ - or Santa’s - leg, explaining that he’s been good all year (debatable) and everything that he wants for Christmas. Soon his attention turns to Prongs. “Can I pet him?” he asks hesitantly. 

Regulus puts on the best jovial voice he can manage, “Why of course you can, little one.” 

Despite the many times he’s been around Prongs, Rudolph is a completely different animal in his eyes, so he is careful when he reaches out, but it doesn’t take long for him to be petting and hugging him too. “Who’s a good reindeer?” 

“Want to ride him?” Regulus asks. 

Harry jumps up and down. “Yes, yes, yes!” 

Regulus laughs and though he may hate James for suggesting this, he can tell by the smile on his face that he doesn’t regret it. Nothing makes either of them happy more than their son’s joy. 

[astronomyth-art]

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25 days of Jegumas day 13: party - @noblehouseofgay

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Snowball Fight - @noblehouseofgay - Word Count - 234 - 25 Days Of Jegumas

James and Sirius had been running around the yard throwing snow at each other for an hour now. Regulus was sat on a bench - one James had cleaned the snow off for him - for the entire time they had been doing this.

"You two are stupid" Regulus huffed out. His hands stuffed in his pockets trying to keep them warm as he sat there.

Regulus moved his hands and pulled them up to his mouth to blow warm air onto them. However Regulus had missed the look between the two boys. Missed the look of secret conspiring.

For someone who was always noticed everything, he also had missed the way the boys pat the snow into their hands and smirked toward Regulus.

"Why are you looking at me like that" Regulus asked, his head tilting to the right.

Suddenly multiple snowballs were barreling toward him. He tried to get up but instead got hit with multiple packs of snow on his arm. He let out a yelp, bending down to pick up his own pack of snow. Unlike them making sure it was stiff so it would hurt.

"Uh Oh Reg come on no" Sirius laughed backing up with his hands in the air like he was a criminal. "Hit James not me" He yelled as Regulus through the snowball at Sirius

James was manically laughing as Sirius rolled on the ground in dramatics.

[iwriteasfotini]

Diyas

A Christmas themed excerpt for @noblehouseofgay 25 Days of Jegulus. Day 17 - Candles

Diyas are small oil lamps with a cotton wick often used in South Asia during worship and religious ceremonies and are lit during the festival of Diwali to symbolize prosperity in the New Year.

James POV, fifth year/fourth year for Regulus Rating: Teen 576 words

There was a knock on the door and James said, “Eṉṉa?”

Effie poked her head round the door. “It is ready.”

James had to admit, he was a bit giddy. It was not often his parents surprised him like they used to when he was a child. Abandoning their pie plates on the floor, James and Regulus hurried to the door. 

The hall was dark and there were small flickering diyas all along the perimeter of the floor. James sucked in an excited breath. He was never home during Diwali, as it was celebrated at the end of October and beginning of November. In the past, they had gone to Madurai to celebrate James’ favorite Indian festival, the Festival of Lights. 

James walked to the living room and saw the furniture had been cleared away leaving a large open space for a huge rangoli display, a beautiful lotus with ample geometric designs. There were diyas all over the floor, as part of the rangoli and on the few remaining surfaces in the room. 

“It is for Regulus,” said Effie. Regulus was blinking very quickly and rubbed his nose. James grabbed his hand. 

“Thank you,” Regulus whispered.

“Traditionally, rangoli is done outside the entrance to a house and represents happiness, positivity, and liveliness. It welcomes the Hindu goddess Lakshmi, the goddess of wealth and good luck.”

Effie went to stand before Regulus and held out her hands. James let Regulus’ hand drop and watched his mother hold both of his boyfriend’s hands in hers. She was dressed in a deep purple sari, which had intricate gold embroidery on it. 

“Regulus, you are part of this family, as long as you want it. James loves you, and we love you.”

James looked over and watched a tear track down Regulus’ cheek. Regulus couldn’t wipe it away as Effie was still holding both his hands. 

“You don’t even know me,” he whispered. 

“We know you. Sirius talks about growing up with you and James tells us about spending time with you at Hogwarts. We have had you in our home for five days now. I have watched James grow and mature as he has dated you. And to see the two of you together, you light each other up. So we wanted to give you some light of our own.”

Regulus didn’t say anything—just nodded—tears still flowing down his cheeks. Effie pulled him into a tight hug. James watched Regulus wipe at his cheeks over his Am’mā’s shoulders. 

Monty also wanted to hug Regulus, which Regulus permitted. 

“Thank you for being such a light in our son’s life,” said Monty as he released Regulus. And James caught his father’s eye, smiling shyly.  

They all sat down and soaked up the warmth from the tiny flickering lanterns, while James and Regulus exclaimed in awe over the intricate workmanship of the rangoli lotus. 

“Magic helps,” laughed Effie. “When I was a girl, my Am’mā made us daughters do it by hand until we were well into our school years. But I simply do not have that kind of time.”

“It is breathtaking, Effie,” said Regulus. “Can you leave it?”

Effie gave a sad smile, “It is only for tonight love. The short lived joys always leave the greatest impression. Because we know they are going to fade, our minds remember more of the details. Then we can keep coming back to the memory.”

��“I will remember this forever,” Regulus said softly.

...

This is an excerpt from the one-shot I posted today, in celebration of the holiday season. Happy Holidays All!

[thenerdwithadhdanddeppression]

Jegumas (day 2)

Regulus was drowning drowning drowning, the inferis claws on him. He couldn't think, couldn't even breath. God he was so stupid, how did he ever think this could work?

Then he saw a hand. His sun? God had James finally come for him? He reached out his numb finger tips, feeling warms hand grasp around it.

He erupted from the water, coughing and splattering and-

"James," it came out as a sob, a desperate plea. His sun had come for him. It had come to shine down its pleasant warmth, so who was he to avoid it?

"I'm here, love. I told you I'd come back for you" James had said, wrapping his strong arms around him. His voice sounded sniffly- God was he crying?

Regulus shakily looked up at him, using a trembling hand to wipe away his tears

"I-I'm sorry, Jamie- I should have never left your side , I should have never-" He was cut off by warm lips. He kissed him back. His Jamie was back, and he would never leave the light of the sun for the shadows again.

[noblehouseofgay]

Aaaaaa effieeeeee she's so sweet

Jegumas - Day 2 - cookies - @noblehouseofgay - word count: 313

"James, no! This is silly! James-!" Regulus protested in a whisper as his boyfriend walked determinedly through a hall, grinning and completely ignoring his pleas.

"Can't hear you, love!" was all he called as he continued to gently guide him.

James had been completely obsessed with this idea for days. Ever since he and Regulus had sat in front of the flickering fire of the Gryffindor Common room while talking about Christmas traditions, and Regulus had confessed he had never baked Christmas cookies before.

And now, somehow, Regulus found himself kidnapped snuck from Hogwarts Castle and Flooed to Potter Manor.

It wasn't that he was against cookies, per say. It was that now, he had to meet James's mother. And he was completely unprepared.

But it was far too late for that, he supposed, as James continued to lead him down a hall toward an admittedly lovely smell.

"Mum!" James called to a short, beautiful, long-haired woman as he burst through the door of a giant kitchen.

The woman lit up in a stunningly familiar smile. "James! What a surprise! I supposed I shouldn't ask how you got here, eh?"

"That'd be best," James chuckled, winking. "I remembered from your letter you said you'd be baking tonight while Dad was away. I thought you could use a few extra sets of hands. This is Regulus."

The woman's eyes turned toward Regulus, who blushed. "Hi, Mrs. Potter. I hope you don't mind our intrusion. I-"

But he found himself interrupted as he was swept into a bone-crushing hug.

"Call me Effie," Effie corrected him with a smile. "It's wonderful to meet you, Regulus. Thank you for making my son so happy."

Regulus smiled softly, glancing at James, who was blushing bright red.

"Now. James. Get this boy an apron!" Effie ordered, gesturing happily to Regulus and turning back to the dough she was mixing.

[marauders-brain-rot]

Jegumas - Day 18: Stories - 626 words - @noblehouseofgay

Harry was refusing to sleep, he was too excited for the next morning when he would get to see his uncles Pad and Moon (he was still struggling with some sounds and most names ended up coming out shortened or different) to help them pick out a tree for their place. Sirius wanted a real tree, he was absolutely determined to have one this Christmas for whatever reason. Regulus on the other hand wouldn’t allow one in the house because of all the upkeep and mess. Instead he’d opted for a fake tree enchanted to look and smell real, ‘because we have class’ he’d said. 

Regardless, their son was beyond excited at the prospect of picking out a tree, cutting it down and bringing it home to decorate and was refusing sleep. They’d tried everything to convince him, they’d told him it would come sooner if he slept, they’d tried a glass of warm milk, they’d even tried driving around the block a few times to look at Christmas lights (which usually put Harry to sleep within two streets), but he was holding out. They’d finally managed to get him into bed but now he was demanding stories. 

“Papa, tory,” he demanded as Regulus sat at the edge of his bed. 

“Another story, little star?” He cooed, happy to indulge his son. He’d never tell James, though he was sure he knew, that difficult bedtimes were somehow Regulus’s favorite. 

“Pwease,” he pouted adorably. 

“Fine, one more story little one and then off to the skies with you,” he acquiesced as he always did. “What story do you want?” 

“Dada!” He exclaimed, wiggling excitedly. He wasn’t sure how, but one night Regulus had told Harry how he and James had met and since then it had become his favorite bedtime story. 

“All right, settle in,” he hummed happily as he fixed the blankets around the small boy. “It all started because of your uncle Padfoot.”

He told the story of the day he’d first met James and how he’d already decided he didn’t like him, but how over time and through the years he realized that hadn’t been true at all. He whispered secrets to the boy of how he’d tried for ages to figure out what was so special about James Potter of all people that eventually he realized he was special to him too. By the time he was finished Harry’s eyes were long since shut and small snores were falling from his lips. Regulus smiled softly at his son, kissing his forehead gently before standing to leave the room and seeing his husband standing there, his hand to his mouth and tears in his eyes. 

“How long have you been there?” He asked quietly as he got closer, a questioning brow quirked. 

“Long enough to know that you think I’m special,” he smirked, reaching his hand out to grab Regulus’s when he was close enough. 

“I married you, of course I think you’re special,” he scoffed, trying to brush off what he’d said as James pulled him against his chest. 

“You had a crush on me,” he smiled softly, cupping Regulus’s face in one hand. 

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, I hated you for years,” he rolled his eyes even as he melted into James’s touch. 

“And I loved you enough for the both of us,” he bent down and kissed him softly then, it was sweet and full of all the love they felt between them. “Let’s go to bed, love.”

He led them to their room where they fell into bed, locked together in a loving embrace. The following morning Harry would go with his uncles leaving James and Regulus alone, Regulus was already planning on how they would spend that time. 

[bradleysass]

Candles - @noblehouseofgay - word count: 650 - 25 Days of Jegumas

The frosty air bit at James Potter’s cheeks as he and Regulus stepped into the Bath & Body Works. The store was a sensory explosion: twinkling fairy lights strung along the shelves, festive music blaring from the speakers, and a staggering array of candles lined up in perfect rows.

“Alright,” James declared, clapping his hands together. “We’re here to find the perfect Christmas candle. Something warm, inviting, and appropriately festive for when the gang comes over. Easy, right?”

“Easy,” Regulus repeated, though his tone was skeptical. He tucked his hands into the pockets of his sleek black coat, surveying the store like a general strategizing before a battle.

James wasn’t intimidated. Candles? Candles were fun. He grabbed Regulus’s hand and led the way to the first display.

It didn’t take long for the trouble to start.

“What about this one?” James asked, uncapping a jar of Frosted Cranberry and taking a deep whiff.

The scent hit him like a rogue Bludger. The sweetness was cloying, the tartness unbearably sharp. His Animagus senses—which turned his nose into something far too canine at times—amplified the smell to an almost nauseating degree.

“Oh, Merlin.” James stumbled back, nearly knocking over a display of Winter Candy Apple lotions. “Why is it so strong?!”

Regulus quirked an eyebrow, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. “You didn’t think to account for your overly sensitive sense of smell?”

“No,” James admitted, pressing a hand to his forehead as he tried to regain his composure. “I didn’t think Bath & Body Works would be my downfall.”

Regulus sighed, taking the jar of Frosted Cranberry and sniffing it with far more restraint. “It’s not bad,” he said. “But it’s too fruity for Christmas.”

“Agreed,” James mumbled, leaning heavily on Regulus’s shoulder. “You’re in charge. I can’t do this. It’s like being trapped in a room full of scented fireworks.”

Regulus rolled his eyes but didn’t shrug James off. Instead, he gently guided his overwhelmed boyfriend through the store, deftly navigating past crowds of shoppers.

“Here,” Regulus said, plucking a jar of Fresh Balsam from a shelf. He opened the lid and held it up for James, who recoiled instinctively.

“I’m not sniffing it!” James declared, dramatically throwing an arm over his eyes.

“Fine, I’ll describe it,” Regulus said, his tone dry but affectionate. “It smells like a Christmas tree. Woodsy, crisp, just the right amount of pine. Not overpowering.”

“That sounds nice,” James admitted, still clinging to Regulus for dear life.

“Good, because it’s going in the basket.” Regulus dropped the jar in, his movements efficient as always. “Let’s find one or two more and get you out of here before you pass out.”

The next stop was the Holiday Bakery section. Regulus picked up a jar labeled Vanilla Bean Noel and uncapped it. “Smells like sugar cookies,” he reported after a cautious sniff.

“Sold,” James said weakly. “If it smells like food, it’ll make Sirius happy.”

“You’re lucky you have me,” Regulus teased, though there was warmth in his voice as he tucked James closer.

“I really, really am,” James agreed, letting Regulus lead him toward the register.

By the time they left the store, James was clutching a bag of candles like it was a victory trophy, leaning heavily on Regulus for support.

“We’re never doing that again,” James groaned.

“Agreed,” Regulus replied, though his smirk suggested he’d found the whole ordeal amusing. “Next time, we’re shopping online.”

As they walked back to their car, the first snowflakes of the evening began to fall. James looked up, his nausea already fading as the cool air cleared his senses.

“Hey, Reggie?”

“Yes, James?”

“You’re the best boyfriend ever.”

Regulus chuckled, slipping an arm around James’s waist. “Don’t forget it, Potter.”

And with that, the two of them headed home, their Christmas candles in tow, ready to make their house smell like the coziest holiday ever.

[noblehouseofgay]

LMAOOO eating up all the prongs content I'll get today

James is so dumb I love him

Jegumas day 3: reindeer @noblehouseofgay

word count: 351

James was sat in the living room, barely paying attention to whatever Christmas movie marathon Regulus put on to distract him as he worked in his Potions room James built special for him.

So, James sat, half asleep on the couch and bored out of his mind, decided to maybe pay a little bit of attention. He fixes his glasses and sits upright. A short animated film of Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer is playing. James furrows his brows in interest, slowly reaching over to call Sirius.

“Hey, Pads… can you come over real quick?” James asks hesitantly, pausing the short film on a scene with a close up of Rudolph.

“Yeah, Prongs? Is something the matter?” Sirius’ voice sounds from over the phone

“No, but I got a really good idea and it’d piss off your brother,” James replies with a growing smile. He can practically hear how Sirius leaps up, eager with the opportunity to fuck with Regulus.

“I’ll be there in 5,”

“Bring something red, round, and the size of your palm. The shinier the better,” James says excitedly.

Less than 5 minutes later, Sirius is creeping through the door, careful to not alert Regulus, even though the Potions room is soundproof inside and out. Sirius pulls out a shiny red rubber ball and throws it to James.

“Perfect. Right, see that deer on the telly? Yeah, it’s name is Rudolph, it’s a muggle reindeer tale. So when I turn into a stag and all, you’re gonna magick the ball onto my nose so I look like Rudolph, and then you’ll call Reg out and he’ll be so confused,” James explains, hands moving animatedly, gesticulating heavily as he talks. Sirius nods along excitedly, waiting for James to transform.

Sirius grabs the ball, casting a temporary sticking charm to the ball as James turns into a stag. Sirius carefully places the ball on James nose, calling out “Regulussss!! Come down here!”

Regulus emerges from the Potions room, stopping at the top of the stairway as he catches sight of James in his stag form.

“What… the fuck… is this?”

[noblehouseofgay]

Jegumas day 2- cookies

Super fucking short

Fluff

Jegulus, wolfstar, black brothers

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Regulus had organized all of the sprinkles, frosting, and cutters on the counter perfectly. Everything was in order and had a place to sit. He was quite proud of it actually.

This was his first Christmas sharing a home with James and he was sure to make it perfect. They would spend the day making cookies and decorating them, occasionally sneaking a taste here and there.

Or at least, that was the plan.

Because now Regulus stood in the kitchen with James, Sirius, and Remus. The floor was covered in sprinkles, someone had gotten frosting on the wall, and cutters were thrown all around.

And yet? Regulus could only laugh. Today didn't have to be picture perfect. It was perfect enough being with his husband at all. Anything with James was everything he wanted and more.

[marauders-brain-rot]

Jegumas - Day 8: Holiday Music - 712 words - @noblehouseofgay

Cw: trans pregnancy

“Frosty the Snowman was a jolly happy soul,” Lily sang quietly as she set the table for dinner. 

“Who was what?” Regulus asked, astonished. He’d never heard this song before and was half convinced Lily had been making it up. 

“Frosty the Snowman,” she said in her ‘duh, wizards are stupid’ voice she used sometimes. 

“And what were you singing about him?” Lily giggled and finished setting the table before joining Regulus at the kitchen island. 

“He was a jolly happy soul,” she said once again as if it were obvious. 

“Who is Frosty the Snowman?” 

“He’s from a muggle play, it’s just a silly song.” She shrugged before a look crossed her face that he couldn’t decipher. “Do you not have holiday music?” 

“God Rest Ye Merry Hippogriff,” he offered, it was the only song he could remember at the moment and that probably had something to do with James and Sirius drunk singing it the night prior when he and Remus had come over for dinner. Lily giggled and shook her head. 

“I always forget how silly wizards are until I’m told something like that,” she sighed, wistfully looking out into the yard where Pandora and James were chatting and gathering firewood. 

“Why? What holiday music do muggles have?” He’d become enamored with the different ways to spend the holidays since he’d started living with James. Sure he and his friends always celebrated, but everything felt different with James. There was an energy that clung to the air in their home from Halloween until after New Years, only to be renewed come Valentine’s Day. There was something in him that wanted to make sure their holidays were always sweet and full of love, especially since they’d be having a family. 

“Frosty the Snowman, Jingle Bells, Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer, I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus, Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer. Silly stuff,” she shrugged casually as if she hadn’t just said one of the most baffling sentences Regulus had ever heard. He was going to ask her to explain some of them when Pandora and James came bustling into the house, bringing a burst of cool air into the otherwise warm room. The four of them spent the night after that eating and talking and laughing in ways Regulus only ever could around his chosen family. 

When he and James were finally alone again he couldn’t get his mind off what Lily had told him. 

“Jamie?” He asked as they cuddled up on the couch together where it sat in its new spot just feet away from the fireplace. 

“Yes love?” He hummed, his fingers running lazily through Regulus’s hair. 

“Have you ever listened to muggle holiday music?”

“I have, why?” 

“I never have before, Lily was singing one of them.” He paused before turning to look at James. “I want our child to have the best of both worlds.”

“Whatever you wish, my love,” James answered with another soft kiss. “I’ll get all the holiday music I can find and you can pick all the ones you like best.”

“Okay.” He sighed happily. “But Jamie?”

“Yes, love?”

“No songs about mommy kissing Santa Claus, that just doesn’t feel appropriate.” He replied, tucking himself into his husband’s side tighter. 

“Got it, no songs about mommy kissing Santa Claus.” 

“We can have the one about grandma getting run over by a reindeer, we’ll tell our child that’s what happened to my mom.” 

“Sounds like a plan,” James answered with a soft laugh. They slipped into a comfortable silence as they sat cuddled together in front of the crackling fire and, not for the first time, Regulus thought about how lucky he was to have someone like James Potter love him. He’d managed to find an all-consuming love that would last the rest of his lifetime, someone who was willing to find every bit of holiday music between two worlds and listen to them all so they could find the right ones for their family to listen to year after year. The kind of man who put thought and care into every decision he made, who always made Regulus feel safe and loved.

James Potter was perfect and he would spend his life hoping to deserve the love he gave. 

[bradleysass]

Feast - @noblehouseofgay - word count: 827 - 25 Days of Jegumas

The Potter kitchen was a war zone. Flour dusted every surface, a half-melted stick of butter lay abandoned on the counter, and the air was thick with the smell of roasting chicken, freshly baked bread, and something suspiciously burned. James Potter, his glasses fogged and his hair sticking up more than usual, stood in the middle of the chaos, holding a spatula like a wand in the middle of a duel.

“Right,” he muttered to himself, staring at the recipe book propped up against a jar of marmalade. “Roast potatoes go in next. Or was it the stuffing?”

The truth was, James Potter didn’t cook. Ever. He had grown up in a house where magic handled most chores, and Euphemia Potter’s cooking was legendary. But today was different. Today, he was determined to do this himself—no magic, no shortcuts, no excuses.

Because it was for Regulus and Sirius.

The Black brothers never talked much about their childhood, but James didn’t need them to. He’d seen the sharp edges in Sirius’s grin, the way he laughed too loud and acted too wild, as if he were constantly trying to drown out the echo of whatever had haunted him in Grimmauld Place. He saw it in Regulus too, though his pain manifested differently—quieter, colder, buried under layers of control.

They didn’t talk about it, but James saw it. And he didn’t know how to fix it, but he knew how to love.

And love, in James’s book, meant food.

The door to the kitchen creaked open, and James turned to see Sirius leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed and an amused grin tugging at his lips.

“Prongs,” Sirius said, surveying the disaster in front of him. “What in Merlin’s name are you doing?”

James puffed out his chest. “I’m making dinner.”

“For us?” Sirius asked, raising an eyebrow.

“For you and Reg,” James corrected. “Now shoo! You’re not supposed to see it yet.”

Sirius laughed. “Mate, I appreciate the effort, but if you’re trying to kill us with food poisoning, you could just use a hex.”

“Out!” James demanded, brandishing the spatula like a weapon.

Sirius left, still chuckling, and James returned to his culinary battle.

Hours later, the dining table in the Potter family home was unrecognizable. Every inch was covered with food: roasted chicken, crispy potatoes, steamed vegetables, buttery rolls, a bowl of homemade gravy, and even a slightly lopsided treacle tart for dessert. It wasn’t perfect—some of the vegetables were a little overcooked, and the gravy was suspiciously thick—but it was his.

When James finally called them in, Sirius and Regulus both hesitated in the doorway.

Regulus, in particular, looked utterly out of place. He was still wearing his tailored, buttoned-up robes, and his expression was unreadable as he stared at the table.

“What’s this?” Regulus asked, his voice soft.

“Dinner,” James said, grinning. “I made it for you. For both of you.”

Sirius clapped a hand on James’s shoulder. “Prongs, you absolute lunatic.” But there was something in Sirius’s voice—a crack in his usual bravado.

Regulus didn’t move at first. His gray eyes flicked over the food, then to James, and then back to the table.

“You didn’t have to do this,” Regulus said quietly.

“I know,” James replied, his tone just as soft. “But I wanted to. You deserve it.”

Regulus blinked, and for a moment, James thought he might argue. Instead, he stepped forward and sat down, his movements stiff, as if he didn’t quite believe this was real. Sirius followed, plopping into his chair and immediately reaching for the potatoes.

The meal started awkwardly. Sirius cracked a few jokes, but Regulus stayed quiet, poking at his food as if he expected it to vanish. James tried not to push, letting the warmth of the firelight and the smell of good food fill the space between them.

But then, slowly, something shifted.

Regulus took a bite of the chicken and murmured, “This is... good.”

James beamed. “Told you I could cook.”

“You didn’t,” Regulus replied, but there was the faintest hint of a smile on his lips.

By the time they reached dessert, the room was filled with laughter. Sirius was telling some exaggerated story about a prank he’d pulled at Hogwarts, and even Regulus looked more relaxed, leaning back in his chair with a glass of wine in hand.

When the last plate was cleared away, Sirius leaned back with a satisfied groan. “Prongs, I’m never doubting your cooking again.”

“You better not,” James said, grinning.

Regulus didn’t say much, but as they lingered at the table, he turned to James and said, “Thank you.”

It was quiet, almost imperceptible, but James heard it.

And in that moment, as he looked at the two brothers—one loud and brash, the other quiet and guarded—he felt a warmth that had nothing to do with the fire.

“You’re welcome,” James said, his voice full of love. “Always.”