#James and regulus

[my-castles-crumbling]

Castle - December 22nd - Jegulus - @stag-microfic - word count: 385

They haven’t really talked about it. The fact that in one short month, Regulus will return to Hogwarts and James will not. But the fact eats at Regulus like acid, making him wake up at night in cold sweats. 

He knows he and James will make it, yes. But James has become his safe place. The idea of only seeing him once in the next eight months is terrifying. 

So when James and Sirius sit him down on his seventeenth birthday he is a bit distracted and off. 

“We have something for you,” James begins, looking from Sirius to Regulus and back. “And…you have to promise to give it back. When you’re done with it.”

“A present I have to return?” Regulus asks with a raised eyebrow. “How kind.”

James chuckles fondly while Sirius rolls his eyes. 

It’s Sirius who hands him the parchment. “Here.”

Regulus is deeply confused for a moment. Until he looks down. “What the bloody hell…?”

It’s a map. A map depicting all of Hogwarts. The grounds, the castle, and several areas Regulus has never seen.

“We made it,” James explains softly. “Started in our third year. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, it was a group secret…”

Regulus is too impressed to care. “You made this?” He asks, looking to where a little dot labeled with Dubledore’s name is pacing in his office. 

James looks pleased by his response but Sirius rolls his eyes. “Don’t be so shocked.”

But Regulus is more focused on James’s next statement: “You can use it to sneak out and see me…if you want. I can meet you in the village.”

James’s tone is nervous but Regulus immediately sees the possibilities. And suddenly, the knot that has been tight in his stomach eases. “I…I want,” he mumbles, holding back tears. 

He doesn’t have to go months without seeing James. Fuck, he could kiss him, right here, in front of Sirius.

“Well you can visit with me too!” Sirius says, his voice both amused and annoyed.

But Regulus is too busy hugging James close.

[norry-yippee]

mlm ships are not to blame for misogyny in the fandom, it you who only sees purpose in Lily as a character when she is with a man, it’s you who won’t read wlw ships even though they are just as complex and well written.

[moonyswarmsweaters]

James: *points to Reggie's suit* What color is this?

Remus: *confused* Grey...?

Sirius: It's definitely grey.

James: *stares at Regulus* Now tell them what color you said it was.

Regulus: *mutters* Dark white...

[inlovewithmyhyperfixations]

@half-shadowgalra i feel like i could be either depending on the time

tell me i’m wrong

[lulublack90]

Prompt 25 - Pillow

@jegulus-microfic December 25, Word count 164

Previous part First part

James was having quite the night. First, he’d kidnapped Regulus for a date. Then he’d dragged him behind a tapestry and made out with him while hiding from Filch. Bumping into Peter hadn’t been ideal, but hey, ho. And now he was making out behind a tapestry for the second time that night. In James’s opinion, it was the best night of his life, and to think he’d been dreaming about his pillow less than an hour ago. 

He brought himself back to the present to focus on Regulus, whose tongue had just found its way into his mouth. He groaned into Regulus’s mouth and wished this night would never end. 

Regulus pulled away, slightly breathless, and asked him. “Have you ever heard of the come-and-go room?” James shook his head no. Regulus’s lips curled up into a smile. “Oh, you’re in for a treat,” He said, grabbing James’s hand and leading him back out of the tapestry and up to the seventh floor. 

Next part

[sunnysaystuff]

"jegulus raising harry" where is lily. where did she go what have you heathens done to her. WHERE IS MY WIFE

[thatoneangryduck1]

James would prob reply with smth like "no, I'm being james" and Regulus would hex him

James: I just heard about the titanic, why would they get on the boat after seeing the movie?

Regulus: ...

Regulus: I genuinely cannot tell if you're being serious or not

[underwxrldprincess]

Marius Pontmercy is actually Jegulus's son

[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]

Collarbone - December 26 - Jegulus - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 185

It starts on a completely normal Thursday morning. Hogwarts serves eggs and sausage for breakfast, the sun is shining, Barty and Evan are grumpy by the early hour- nothing is different. 

Until someone notices the small mark on James Potter’s collarbone and the school erupts in chaos.

Who did it?

That’s the question that plagues the entire school. 

It couldn’t be Lily Evans, who is now dating Pandora. And though many girls try to claim credit, Potter himself swears that it wasn’t any of them. Still, many others are in tears about the undeniable evidence: James Potter is seeing someone. Not only that, but he seems happy. He wears the mark with pride, grinning and blushing when people ask, eyes shining with pride. 

And even though he knows he’s pushing his luck, Regulus can’t help but look up when Barty comments on it, too.

“Oi, Potter!” Barty yells that evening as the older boy walks by. “When did you turn into such a slag? Who was it, eh?”

But Potter doesn’t look at Barty. He looks directly at Regulus, who holds eye contact as his entire body goes hot and his heart skips a beat. 

“Someone perfect,” Potter says, his voice wistful, a grin making his eyes shine.

Regulus has to turn away to hide the way he smiles. 

[whydousernamesevenexist]

Regulus would definitely pick Sirius's long hair off James's clothes and say "who is she?" every time as a joke

[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.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 26 - Haircut

@jegulus-microfic December 26, Word count 320

Previous part First part

Regulus knew that it had been his idea, but he couldn’t quite believe that James Potter’s hand was in his, and he was happily following Regulus up to the come-and-go room at nearly midnight. As though he could sense Regulus’s slight nervousness, James gently squeezed his hand, and all his bravery returned. He quickened his pace and hurried towards the seventh-floor corridor.

He dropped James’s hand, leaving him against the wall opposite where the door usually materialised, and began pacing back and forth, thinking hard about a place where he and James could be alone. On his third pass, a simple wooden door appeared. It looked like any of the numerous broom cupboards dotted about on every level of the castle. 

James was staring at it wide-eyed. Regulus closed the distance between them and stood in front of James, watching his reaction carefully, attempting to judge his reaction before he made his next move. 

James’s mouth curved into a soft smile as he looked down at Regulus, and he slowly lifted his hand to tuck a wayward curl behind Regulus’s ear. Regulus touched his hair and winced. 

“I need a haircut,” He said. His hair was longer than usual and would need to be cut before he saw his parents again or his mother would crop it all the way to his scalp. James looked at him horrified. 

“Please don’t, I love it at this length,” James’s voice was quiet as he moved his hand into Regulus’s hair and cupped his head while his thumb stroked the soft curls. Regulus leaned into the caress and let out a small pathetic noise. He couldn’t take it any more. Regulus took James’s free hand and, walking backwards, reached out and turned the doorknob, letting the door swing open easily, revealing a cosy bedroom. That hadn’t been what he’d expected, but clearly, the room knew what he deeply desired. He swallowed, took James’s hand and led him into the room, shutting the door behind them.