#James and regulus

[sunseekerchild]

Incorrect quotes based on my friend group.

Regulus: I really like this guy, but I don’t think he feels the same way.

Remus, staring at Regulus dressed head to toe in James’ wardrobe: Yeah… no, he’s definitely not interested.

[oh-phoenixx]

"Roar" - Jegulus microfic @into-the-jeggyverse - 544 words

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“Angel, breathe,” James said calmly and held back a chuckle. “It’s just for a few hours.”

“I’ve never been alone with her! I don’t know how to take care of children! It’s not like I had a great frame of reference, did I?” Regulus worried.

James was torn between the humour of watching Regulus race around nervously and the ache in his heart knowing Regulus didn’t realise how good of a parent he could make one day. He took a step forward and held Regulus’s waist, not tight enough that he couldn’t move away if he wanted to, but enough that he knew James was there for him.

“Firstly, you won’t be alone, I’ll be there,” James reasoned. “And secondly, you’re great with Nymphadora. If you weren’t, Andromeda wouldn’t be trusting you to take care of her. Why do you think she asked you instead of Sirius?”

“Sirius is incompetent, anyone would be better than him at taking care of a child,” Regulus replied, but melted into James. James knew this hadn’t fully stopped him from panicking. At least he wasn’t visibly shaking anymore.

When the two of them arrived at Andromeda and Ted’s house, the couple were rushing around, dressed up for their date but clearly not ready to go. “We may have misjudged how far away the restaurant is,” Andromeda explained as she did her makeup. “We’re running a little late.”

“You look so pretty, Mummy!” Nymphadora exclaimed, tugging on Andromeda’s dress.

Andromeda crouched down once she had finished her makeup. “Thank you, mon amour. Daddy and I will be back in a few hours, okay? But James and Uncle Reggie will be here with you.”

After Andromeda and Ted left, Regulus stood there nervously for a moment before sitting next to Nymphadora on the sofa, where she was drawing and clutching a dinosaur teddy. “Er, I like your teddy, Dora. What’s his name?”

Dora made a ‘roar’ sound, and Regulus bit his lip to hold back a laugh. “That’s his name?” Dora agreed proudly, to which Regulus gave a serious nod. When she looked away, Regulus smiled widely, a look reserved for James and James only.

James sat beside him and looked between the two, unable to keep the hope that bloomed at the sight. For a long time, Regulus had sworn he would never be a parent, sure that being raised the way he had been would make him terrible with children. This was not a dealbreaker for James, of course, who would have given up every dream he had ever had for Regulus’s sake. He just wished that Regulus’s aversion to parenthood did not stem from the thought that he could ever be anything like his own mother and father.

Later that evening, once Nymphadora was asleep and James and Regulus were waiting for Andromeda and Ted to get home, Regulus spoke quietly. “James? Do you…Do you think I could be a good parent?”

“I think you would be an amazing parent, angel,” James answered truthfully.

“Okay,” Regulus said, and did not ask anything more. James knew that he was still scared, terrified that he would end up just like his parents. But he was slowly coming around to the idea of children, and that was enough for James.

[notenoughdramaaa]

Regulus huffs as he fights with the buttons of his white shirt, his fingers slipping in his rush. He’s already missed two, and the fabric sits uneven against his chest, but he doesn’t bother fixing it. His tie is missing, and he doesn’t have time to care.

He drops to his knees, peering under James’s bed, searching blindly for the tie that will make him look put together, even if he doesn’t feel it.

From above him, a laugh.

"What exactly are you looking for?" James’s voice is thick with amusement.

Regulus sighs, lifting his head slightly. "My tie."

James, propped up on his elbows, grins down at him. "I don’t think it’s under there, love."

Regulus rolls his eyes. "Oh? And where do you think it is, then?"

James doesn’t answer right away. He reaches toward his nightstand, his hand curling around the familiar green textile, and holds it up triumphantly.

Regulus rises, stepping forward to take it, but just as his fingers brush the fabric, James tugs him down instead, hard and unexpected, dragging him back into the bed. Regulus lets out a sound of protest as James throws himself over him, his weight solid, his warmth all-encompassing.

"James," Regulus warns, but his voice lacks conviction. "Let me go. I need to..."

James shakes his head, burying his face into the crook of Regulus’s neck. "Bullshit," he murmurs. "You don’t need anything. You don’t need anyone. Just, just stay for a minute. Just breathe."

Regulus stays still. James's eyes, warm and dark, are watching him now, and in them, he sees himself reflected back, whole and unguarded. It’s a rare thing, being held like this, being seen like this. James isn’t asking him for anything, isn’t demanding or expecting. He just wants him.

James brushes his lips against his, the softest touch, barely there. His arms tighten around Regulus, holding him close, just for a little longer.

Regulus stares up at James, his heart hammering against his ribs. This moment, tangled up together in warm sheets, it feels like the perfect time to say it.

To tell James how he feels.

The words sit heavy in his throat, but they aren’t enough. I love you is too small, too overused, too inadequate for the way his heart aches with the weight of it. It’s not just love. It’s James. It’s the way James sees him, holds him, pulls him back when Regulus tries too hard to keep moving forward. It’s the way James wants him, without expectation, without conditions.

James watches him, his gaze softening like he can hear every unspoken thought running through Regulus’s mind. Then he lowers his mouth again, not to kiss him, but to whisper in his ear.

"Just stay, love," James murmurs. "Let's just stay in bed, wasting time."

Regulus exhales sharply. He wants to answer, wants to say what’s clawing at his chest, but he doesn’t. Instead, his fingers brush lightly over James’s bare shoulder, and he whispers back,

"If I lay here, if I just lay here… Would you lie with me, and just forget the world?"

James pulls back just enough to look at him, surprise flickering in his expression before it shifts into something impossibly fond.

And then James smiles, like Regulus just handed him the whole bloody universe.

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

i think my problem with jegulus is that i can't see it in a non-romantic context. from the most fucked up ships to the lovey dovey ones, there's a relationship that is held outside of them fucking but i've never, ever seen james and regulus being portrayed as friends, and if they are it's because of sirius and that doesn't count because it's not grimstarchaser it's just james and regulus and james and regulus don't have a relationship not built on either sirius or sex

[tenaciousmilkshakecandy]

Jegulus Microfic- Regs' first "I love you." (Be kind, This is my first time writing on here)

Its Monday, which means Regulus is at home as he has no classes on Mondays. He should be studying, really he should be but he's busy thinking about James.

James is at work and won't be back until 5pm, this sucks for a number of reasons, the first being Regulus is busy thinking about the many things they could be doing if he was home.

The second and arguably the most important is the fact that when James left early this morning he, as per usual, said to Reg "Love you, see you later" emphasized by a kiss on Regulus' forehead, the problem with this is that Reg didn't say it back, he never does.

This has never bothered James, but it's bothering Regulus because now he wants to say it, he just doesn't know how. He has tried before but the words always seem to get stuck in his throat. He chokes on them every time. He has been practicing non-stop for the entire day and when the clock hits 5 he believes he's as ready as he'll ever be.

"Hey baby," James says when he finds him on the couch.

"Hey" regulus replies

After a moment of James looking at him because somehow he always knows when something is up with regulus. He decides to bite the bullet and just spit it out.

"I need to talk to you," he says, visibly nervous

his boyfriend replies with a simple "Ohky"

"James I..." the words once again die in his throat

He clears his throat and tries again " James, I love you"

Regulus obviously expected a reaction from James but not this one because James is crying literal tears, and he has his arms around Reg in a matter of seconds and is busy murmuring his love and appreciation for the other boy, he keeps on saying that he is happy he finally said it and Regulus thinks in the corner of his mind that this reaction was worth all of the practice and he's a bit upset with himself because he didn't say it sooner

[lulublack90]

Prompt 8 - Attitude

@jegulus-microfic March 8, Word count 386

Previous part First part

James was used to having Sirius in his bed, but knowing it was really Regulus made everything seem off. Sirius was taller than Regulus, and his hair was a lot longer. The way he held Regulus was a lot more intimate than he’d ever held Sirius. He tried to ignore how odd it felt, but he struggled to fall asleep. 

“NO, PLEASE, NO!!!” James was groggy when he was dragged from sleep by Regulus’s nightmare. “NO, PLEASE!” 

“Reg, love, it’s a nightmare. You’re safe, love. Reg,” James tried to shake him awake, but it only made it worse. Regulus let out a blood-curdling scream and was promptly snatched from James’s grip. 

“Shhh, Reggie, shhhh. The knarls in the bushes, snuffle, snuffle. The owls in the trees rustle, rustle. The moons in the sky and the stars all twinkle. So go to sleep and listen to the rain tinkle.” Sirius’s words had a childish air to them, and James guessed he’d made up the tune when they were younger, but the sweet little melody calmed Regulus before Sirius had even finished. 

“Siri?” Regulus mumbled, his voice barely audible. 

“I’m here, Reggie, don’t worry, I’m here,” Sirius replied, his attitude the complete opposite of what it had been only a few hours before. 

The sound of footsteps on the spiral staircase broke the strange spell over them all. “Quick the cloak!” Sirius hissed, lifting Regulus back onto James’s bed. James threw the cloak over him and laid back on his bed beside him. Sirius went over to his and sat down, holding his head in his hands. 

“What is going on in here?” Professor McGonagall asked sternly.

“Sorry, Professor. I had a nightmare,” Sirius’s voice was shaking, and James could imagine what he looked like. 

“I’m sorry to hear that, Mr Black,” McGonagall’s voice was softer now. “Mr Potter?” James popped his head through the curtains. 

“Yes, Professor?”

“Good,” was all she said before she turned and left. They waited for the sounds of her footsteps to fade away and then let out a collective sigh of relief. Sirius slipped back into Remus’s bed, and James pulled the invisibility cloak off Regulus. He was fast asleep. James put the cloak away and curled up around Regulus. He still looked like Sirius, but right now, James couldn’t care less.

[ilyregulus]

You Keep Me Up At Night – Part 2

rosekiller band au

Summary: Where the famous singer Barty Crouch Jr gets caugh making out with his photographer Evan Rosier.

Warnings: don't forget to click on the photos so you can see the whole chat!

Note: i probably won't be able to update this weekend but i'd love to hear your thoughts abt how this is going :)

links:

the characters

part 1

— we can fix that:

— interesting choice:

— from his point of view:

— lets all date this band:

— so desperate:

[moonyswarmsweaters]

Regulus (whispering to Remus): Good job on the test today.

Remus (whispering back): Thanks shorty. Why are we whispering?

Regulus (still whispering): I want Sirius to think we're conspiring against him. Please look at him when you reply.

Remus (looking at Sirius): Messing with my boyfriend? Fun .

Regulus (also looking at Sirius): I'm glad you agree.

Sirius, sweating in fear: What are they talking about?

James, who overheard them but doesn't want to ruin their fun: Stabbing

[stareggie]

sirius: everyone lies.

james: not me. i never lie.

sirius: oh yeah? did you fuck my brother?

james: none of your business and that’s the truth.

[i-need-of-a-hobby]

sirius black would NEVER ask an angry girl if it's her time of the month.

he DOES, however, ask his boyfriend and brother constantly, and has been kicked by both for asking

[not-rab]

James *out of curiosity*: How did all four of you even befriend Regulus?

Evan: I helped fix his wand after I broke it

Barty: I stole his broom and refused to give it back unless he was nice to me

Pandora: I stalked him

Sirius: I'm his only biological brother and there's no refund button

[my-castles-crumbling]

(Based on the TikTok trend that’s had me rolling)

Sirius and James: We listen and we don’t judge.

Sirius: One time in third year I ate the last of Moony’s chocolate and I blamed it on you because I didn’t want him to be mad at me.

James: 😒

Sirius and James: We listen and we don’t judge.

James: Sometimes I use your toothbrush when I can’t find mine.

Sirius: 🤨

Sirius and James: We listen and we don’t judge.

Sirius: Over the summer when I stayed at your place, I accidentally broke Effie’s favorite mug and blamed you because I didn’t want her to hate me.

James: She made me to extra chores for a week!

Sirius: 😬

Sirius and James: We listen and we don’t judge.

James: Sometimes I take your stuff while you’re asleep and then when you try to find it, I pretend to help you look for it.

Sirius: Prongs, my good quill?

James: I needed to do my homework!

Sirius: 😪

Sirius and James: We listen and we don’t judge.

Sirius: Sometimes I hide your glasses on purpose when I’m annoyed at you because I think it’s funny.

James: What the fuck, mate?

Sirius: 🤷🏻‍♂️

Sirius and James: We listen and we don’t judge.

James: I regularly meet up with your brother and snog him senseless.

Sirius:

James: We listen and we don’t-

Sirius: Oh no, we’re fucking judging now.

[ecstarry]

@into-the-jeggyverse // out // 245 words (old prompt but it worked)

“I just feel so fucking clingy.” James said, collapsing on the bed. 

“So?” Regulus replied. He tugged at James’ shirt, but the brown-eyed man resisted Regulus' gesture. 

“This is the part where you reassure me and tell me that I'm not clingy.” James pouted.

“But you are.” Regulus laughed. 

He pulled James harder this time. James rendered under his touch but refused to look at him. 

“Really?” His mouth downturned in an instant. 

“That’s not a bad thing, love.” Regulus’ hand reached for James’ chin, brushing his thumb carefully across his jaw. “I like you like that.”

“Clingy?” James’ eyes remained closely pressed together. 

“Yes.” Regulus promised. “I missed you this week.”  

James opened his eyes and pressed himself closer to Regulus, as if there was a magic comfort that only his boyfriend’s chest could provide. 

“So you don’t get annoyed?” 

“No, James.” Regulus said, running his fingers through James’ hair. 

“Not ever?” 

“Baby.” Regulus said, even softer this time, letting the love that only James was privy to linger on his tone. 

“Not even right now?”

“Let me repeat it.” Regulus took the back of James’ hand and pressed a gentle kiss. “Not-” he continued kissing James’ hand until he reached the tip of his index finger “- ever.” 

James moaned as Regulus’ tongue touched his finger, swirling around it. Regulus always knew how to get James out of his own head. 

“Can you keep repeating that?” James pleaded. 

“As much as you want, love.”

[notenoughdramaaa]

Friday is upon us, and I just dropped updates on my fics so check it out

This week in The Dying Swan, James learns more about Regulus and his eating disorder. Plus, I rant about pointe work and explain why you should stop adding pointe shoes to your Pinterest mood boards about Jegulus Ballet AU.

In Black Velvet, James finally meets Walburga Black, and we all get the pleasure of hating her just a little bit more, but now it's 1950 so the drama's got a whole new flair.

And in Takeout For Two and Other Things I Forgot, we get to celebrate Regulus' birthday in a pub because nothing says 'special day' like cookies and questionable company.

[rhetorical-conscience]

James: So, what are you in the mood for today?

Regulus: World domination.

James: Love, we've been over th-

Regulus, interrupting: You're my world.

James: Awww, Reg!!!

Regulus:

James:

Regulus:

James: OH.