#flustered Regulus black

[hitmewithsomebooks]

@jegulus-microfic Jan 18 - glasses

274 words

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“Salazar’s sake, James, how do you see out of these things?” Regulus asked incredulously, looking around with James’s too-large glasses on his small face and squinting.

“Well of course they wouldn’t work on you, you have perfect vision.” James grumbled, making a swipe for his glasses and missing.

“It’s ridiculous how horrible your eyesight is.” Regulus commented, before taking them off. “It kind of hurts.”

“Great, then you can give them back!” James chirped, grabbing for them again. Regulus snatched them away, catching James’s chin with his free hand.

“But your eyes are so pretty.” He pouted, staring admiringly into the hazel irises. James’s hand dropped, body gone limp, staring back up at Regulus. Regulus grinned, a slow, satisfied thing. He leaned forward, gave James a quick kiss, then bounced up to stand on the bed.

“Hey!” James cried, floundering to stand up with him while Regulus watched, amused. James lunged forward, but Regulus just hopped to the other end. He cackled mirthfully.

“C’mon, Reggie.” James wailed, leaning against the bedpost as though worn out. Regulus stood at the head of the bed, smiling victoriously.

“What do you need your glasses for, anyway?” He asked, twirling them between his fingers. “You’re half-blind even with them.” It was then James took one giant step forward, pinning Regulus against the wall.

“To see your pretty face, love.” He grinned, plucking his glasses from a suddenly flustered Regulus’s fingers. James pressed a kiss to the boy’s parted lips, then ran out of the room.

Two seconds later he heard footsteps following him, accompanied by a screeched “James Potter! You can’t just say things like that!!”

[sexymoonmansslut]

gym bro james ‼️

and ofc reg was just stating the whole time

[moonyswarmsweaters]

Regulus: Okay, you and I. Well, there is no you and I. There’s a professional situation and I just need you-

James: See, you need me.

Regulus: we need you because you’re the one—

James: I’m the one.

Regulus:

James: You’re adorable when you’re flustered.

Regulus: I-I am not flustered!

[stars-by-the-pocketfuls]

💫 03/09/24 💫 @rosekillermicrofic 💫 prompt: dressed 💫 word count: 171 words

Barty wouldn’t be caught dead in a suit. But Regulus threatened to kill him if he didn’t look presentable at his wedding so he was actually caught alive in a suit much to his humiliation. He’d do anything for Reg, and he was using that to his advantage, the manipulative bitch. James Potter had agreed to a small gathering of everyone they knew which meant just under 500 people but hey, who was Barty to judge? If Barty ever got married he would have the most overly extravagant wedding just because he could. But he wasn’t about to get married anytime soon.

“Merlin Bee you’re in a suit! That’s a day for the history books!”

Oh. Oh wow. Maybe Barty would get married. Evan had his locs tied back with a silver ribbon and little silver rings were studded through his hair. And his suit sharpened his shoulders and his waist, and Barty’s gaze.

“Look at you Rosie all dressed up,”

“I’d look better dressed down,” he smirked quietly, “wanna see?”

[chasingthestarss]

James: *in regulus’ room for the first time* I love what you’ve done with the place.

Regulus: *trying to hide pictures on the wall* you aren’t supposed to be in here.

James: is it because of these pictures of me? They’re good did you get this one from my mom?

Regulus: no! shut up!

Sirius: He got it from me!

Regulus: SHUT UP!

[galaxostars]

Regulus and Luna on an ice cream date <3

inspired by a scene in hide your fires by @starsworth

[stxrrnightjxr]

Barty definitely LOVES to try his hardest to get Regulus flustered in public.. like they’d be in class and something and he’s just sitting there for a good five minutes trying to come up with something to whisper in Regulus’ ear… just to get ignored at the least, or a glance and an eyebrow raise at the most. And it frustrates him so much, because ‘why can’t he just react?’

And then Barty’ll sit there for a good few minutes.

Until there’s a folded piece of parchment on his desk. ‘When’d that get there?’ Barty had not been taking notes. And lo and behold, it was Regulus, who’d written something so uncharacteristically flirtatious, that Barty just turned to look and stare at him, face flushed and eyes wide. Because Regulus was still just sitting there, all prim and proper, writing his stupid notes in his stupidly neat, loopy cursive handwriting. Completely unbothered.

Barty just has to sit there, now. ‘Why couldn’t he come up with that?’ Goddamnit. And he’d try to pay attention to the professor, but now all he can think about is Regulus, and his stupid notes.

[james-sunshine-potter]

James took it as a compliment when Regulus got drunk and made fun of the way he talked.

[number1abbasupporter]

jegulily but it’s james and lily tag teaming regulus when he’s sitting out by the lake alone

[elysianymph]

regulus being called pretty boy

[hitmewithsomebooks]

@jegulus-microfic Jan 10 - lake

160 words

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“James Potter I swear to Merlin, if you don’t stop right now I will drown you in the Black lake.” Regulus threatened, but it didn’t quite have the same effect when his cheeks were flushed a pretty pink.

James grinned at him, all pearly white teeth.

“…and I love your ears, they’re just so cute I don’t know why, I love that freckle right below your bellybutton, the way you play with my fingers when you’re bored, your affinity for flowers, oh, and your voice when you first wake up, and—”

Regulus groaned, dropping to the floor with his face in his hands. James laughed, sitting down next to him and playing with his hair as he continued on.

*

“What’s wrong with my brother?” Sirius asked, concern and confusion coating his voice.

“James is telling him all the things he loves about him.” Remus answered.

“Oh. Sappy prats.” Sirius scoffed, rolling his eyes and setting his head in Moony’s lap.

[residentrookie]

heyyy so here’s an @jegulus-microfic prompt from september 13th that i never got around to posting :D

9/13 prompt: water; wc: 950 (the one where jegulus has an elevator meet cute :))

It’s 7 in the morning and Regulus Black is royally fucking pissed off.

He has a right to be, in all fairness. Anyone has the right to be pissed off when their alarm never goes off and instead they wake up to the sound of water leaking through their ceiling, dripping out a staccato rhythm on the wooden floors. He’d had enough time to kick a metal mixing bowl under the stream of water and send a strongly worded email to his landlord before he had to rush away for work, already half an hour late.

The elevator creaks now as it descends to the ground floor, just one more thing that needs fixing in this ancient fucking building. He should have known not to rent out such an old apartment, but the wooden floors and incredible view from the massive windows in his living room had ultimately swayed him. This is what he gets for choosing aesthetic over someplace practical.

“Have you heard about the leak on the 14th floor?”

The voice behind him makes Regulus jump, sending his phone clattering loudly to the floor. Before this exact second, he’d been clueless to another person being on this elevator with him.

“Holy sh—” he smothers his curse and turns his head in time to catch the stranger bending down to retrieve the phone that had landed near his feet.

“Sorry about that,” the stranger laughs, dimples fully on display as he straightens. “Didn’t mean to scare you. I thought you knew I was here.”

Regulus blinks and recognition quickly floods his brain.

Oh god. It’s him. Elevator Guy. The hot tenant that lives somewhere above Regulus, seeing that he always stays on after Regulus reaches his floor. Every time Regulus found himself in an elevator with this man he was immensely grateful for the plethora of reflective surfaces so he could look and look as much as he pleased without ever being caught. God, the dark eyes, the broad shoulders, the way he so often leans up against the railing with his hip, headphones dangling from his ears…

Regulus comes to his senses, realizing he’s staring like an idiot. He reaches to take the phone that’s still extended to him.

“It’s… fine.”

They’re talking. They’re actually talking and it’s the one fucking morning that Regulus doesn’t have his shit together. Right now is the only time they’ve been in this tiny metal chamber together that Regulus hasn’t planned out a script in his head just in case they happen to bump arms or go for a button at the same moment. Something witty or dry, just short enough to make the stranger want more.

“So… the pipe?” Elevator Guy asks, his face looking more concerned the longer Regulus continues to stare blankly. “Apparently they sent out a memo to let us know a water pipe burst.”

“Yeah I got that memo in the form of water pouring from my ceiling,” Regulus replies darkly, realizing too late he probably sounds entirely off putting. The stranger doesn’t seem to mind, instead shaking his head.

“Shit, that’s unlucky.”

As are so many things this morning, it seems.

Regulus sighs, facing forward to stop himself from ogling the poor man. “That’s what I get for living on the 13th floor.”

“Oh?” the stranger asks and Regulus is quick to fill in the blanks.

“Yeah, they’re uh, supposedly haunted. And the ghosts in this building seem to take their jobs very seriously.”

The stranger laughs, drawing Regulus’ eyes back to him in time to see his whole fight light up with his smile. “Oh my god, they really do. My bathroom door literally never stays shut. Like I’ll intentionally close it at night and by the next morning it’s wide open. I swear it’s like some kind of paranormal anomaly, but my parents just think there’s a draft I don’t know about. Maybe I’m the crazy one.”

“You’re definitely not,” Regulus interjects with a frown. “This building is like 150 years old. Sometimes I lay awake at night and wonder how many people have died in my bedroom.”

Fucking hell, Regulus sounds like a freak. He’s blowing this, he is totally blowing this.

“Mm. Probably dozens,” the stranger replies with an easy smile. Regulus notices suddenly how close they’re standing and tries to stay still, savoring the proximity. “But I bet there’s hundreds of them floating around this whole place, causing mayhem where they can. Or I don’t know, maybe they’re benevolent ghosts,” his eyes slide over the Regulus. “Maybe I should be thanking them.”

Regulus is incredulous and more than a little flustered. “T-thanking the ghosts? Why?”

“Because I’ve been trying to get you alone in an elevator for months and that pipe bursting is the first thing to make it happen for me.”

He’s not, he knows he’s not, but Regulus might as well be in a fucking freefall down the elevator shaft. That’s what it feels like anyway, like his stomach has bottomed out and all his organs are rising up to his throat, the swooping sensation nearly overwhelming.

Before Regulus can begin to fetch the fleeting thoughts from his absent brain, the elevator dings, a signal that it’s reached the ground floor. The stranger steps out easily, like he hasn’t ripped the rug right out from Regulus’ feet. He turns, a sly smile on his face.

“I’m James,” he says. Then he holds out his hand. Regulus, in a haze, nearly takes it, but before he can, something small and white is dropped into his palm. He looks down with a startled blink.

“My number,” James provides. “In case you didn’t believe me before, I’ve had that in my pocket for almost two months now.”

[sexymoonmansslut]

sketch dump :))

aka a bunch of jegulus bc i love them

also yes harry is jegulus’ kid. i’ll say it for teddy and ill say it for harry. they are wizards. they can have bio children. (i love lily do not take it the wrong way pls)

[the-smarter-black-brother]

But you are toooo

I—

I am not!

Shut up!

[5-trans-aliens-in-a-trench-coat]

Okay so I really can't draw but I was bored so I drew flustered reggie as James walks by without a shirt on (and barty in the backround who's fed up of this behavior and is waiting for them to get together) 😂 again I really can't draw, and I also don't do it much so just ignore this. Idk. Might delete this post later 🤷‍♂️

[chasingthestarss]

Cheat

@jegulus-microfic Cheat Words: 1147

Summer at the Potter house was full of fun and laughter. Regulus loved that the most. He liked to sit in a little chair with a cup of tea and a book while Sirius and James yelled at each other about who was better at quidditch. Remus would sit next to him and talk about how he hated quidditch and comment on the muggle book Regulus would be reading.

But it was different today, because Regulus was asked to join in on their little quidditch match because Peter was there and Remus refused to play teams. Usually Fleamont would, but they wanted Regulus to. Regulus could never say no when both Sirius and James were asking something of him. So of course he agreed.

Regulus was put on a team with Sirius because he didn’t know Peter well enough to be teammates with him and James and Peter were practically raised together. It made it fair. Except Sirius was under the impression he should be the captain, and that frustrated Regulus. Regulus was better at quidditch than Sirius, it was a known fact.

They were doing a stupid play and Regulus knew that they would lose, but he let it fly. Of course he did. Because his favorite thing about being at the Potters was seeing everyone happy. Watching Sirius lose happily was a new thing for Regulus. But after losing four times in a row, Regulus was getting tired of losing. James was getting cocky.

Regulus needed to show James that he was better than him. Because he was. So he made a plan in his head. If Sirius wasn’t going to let him take charge of the play, then Regulus was going to have to play dirty to make goals. Because James wasn’t letting the quaffle through. But Regulus could work around that.

When the match started Regulus took off straight and caught the quaffle. Peter was actually a very good flier, Regulus thought he should be on the team. But Peter never tried out so Regulus wouldn’t push the boy. He didn’t want more competition for Slytherin.

Regulus flew at the goals dodging Peter until Sirius could distract the boy. When Peter was off of him, Regulus set his plan into action. He got ready to throw the quaffe and James got ready to block it.

“I’ve never noticed how hot you look on a broom, I wonder if you could ride me that well,” Regulus commented looking directly at James with a quirked eyebrow.

James fumbled on his broom and Regulus through the quaffle, earning the first point of their match. Regulus smirked at James before flying over to Sirius to continue the game. James still seemed very distracted when Sirius made the next goal. Regulus couldn’t help but feel pride from that. Maybe it was the Slytherin in him, but he was quite enjoying this.

“James! Get your head in the game! What are you doing?” Peter called watching James stutter in his flying when Regulus winked at him.

“Sorry, guess I’m just distracted!” James called back.

Regulus got a hold of the quaffle and began flying to the goal, where peter was now blocking the rings. James was on him in a second. Sirius was getting into a position for Regulus to throw the quaffle so he could make a goal.

“I think I was wrong before, I don’t want you to ride me. I think I want to ride you. The buff chaser arms are doing something for me, if you catch my drift,” Regulus teased before throwing the quaffle at Sirius.

“I- you could,” James muttered weakly.

“Jamie, I could do whatever I wanted with you and you would thank me,” Regulus flirted flying a bit closer to James.

“Yes,” James nodded.

Regulus laughed and flew back to the center of the field, because Sirius just scored a goal.

Sirius was confused by the turn around of the game. Regulus could tell because he kept shooting concerned glances at James, who was struggling to not fall of his broom as he flew past Regulus.

“Should we call it? James seems kinda out of it,” Sirius asked.

“We’re winning though?” Regulus responded.

“Well yes, but I don’t want to keep playing if James could get hurt. I’m worried. He was kicking our asses not even thirty minutes ago. What happened?” Sirius muttered more to himself than to Regulus.

“I may have said something to him,” Regulus offered, with no explanation.

“What did you say?” Sirius demanded, flying close to Regulus. 

“You don’t wanna know,” Regulus answered honestly. Because his big brother definitely did not want to know that he had been flirting with his best friend. Definitely didn’t want to know that Regulus meant it.

“Why not? Was it cruel? I though you were changing? What is wrong with you? Just so you could win-” Sirius rambled.

“No! It was not cruel. For your information I told him that I would like to ride his dick because he has sexy chaser arms. I didn’t think my big brother would want to hear that,” Regulus interrupted.

“WHAT? WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT?” Sirius exclaimed.

“It was true and now we’re winning. He won’t fall of his broom. Lets win so he might actually let me do it,” Regulus said then flew to the center of the pitch.

Sirius grumbled as he followed but didn’t stop the match. He even let Regulus fly right up to James in the match. Maybe Sirius actually did want to win. Because he was actively letting Regulus flirt with James, Sirius’ best friend of all time. 

“You have a very kissable face. And neck. And everything. I think I could just eat you. Would that be okay Jamie? Could I eat you?” Regulus asked about to throw the quaffle.

“YOU ARE SUCH A CHEATER!” Peter exclaimed from behind Regulus.

“Whatever do you mean, Pettigrew? Me? I would never cheat!” Regulus exclaimed lamely.

“You so are! You can’t flirt with the competition! That is against the rules! That’s why we’re losing,” Peter retorted.

“Oh but Jamie doesn’t mind. Do you Jamie?” Regulus turned to James, fluttering his eyelashes as slowly and innocently as he could.

“Well it depends, did you mean it?” James inquired.

“Of course I did. In fact I was hoping we could make good on the plans at the end of this match,” Regulus answered.

“Yeah no complaints from me,” James nodded eagerly to Peter.

“This is unbelievable! I hate you guys! This is why Remus doesn’t like to play!” Peter exclaimed.

“I actually think Remus would love flirty quidditch,” Sirius commented.

Regulus flew close to James and smirked at him, knowing he was going to win this game because James was a flustered mess without Regulus saying anything. 

He would win even more after the game too.

Sometimes cheating was actually a good thing.