#is what got regulus

[tenaciousmilkshakecandy]

When James and Regulus had their first fight in a relationship Regulus thought James was going to break up with him and James had to sit down and comfort him cause "people in relationship sometimes don't see eye to eye but it doesn't mean they're breaking up"

[betweendyingstars]

Artist Regulus painting his lovers

This is a DTIYS I’m hosting on instagram to celebrate 1k, so if you’d like to join go find me on there!

[ecstarry]

@jegulus-microfic / trophy / 198 words / first kiss

“What do you want? A trophy?” Regulus scoffed.

“Something like that, yeah,” James took a step closer, a smirk on his face. 

“I’m not patient enough to guess, James.”

“A kiss, Regulus,” he said teasingly. 

Regulus felt a blush creeping up his cheeks and quickly responded before James could notice, “Whatever, get it over with.”

It was like slow motion—he watched as James leaned down, felt his hands finally touch the back of his neck, one hand tangling in his curls, the other gently holding his face. And then, James' lips pressed softly against his. 

Oh.

They had been driving each other mad for months, swearing they couldn’t stand one another. Maybe it had always been this—the denial, the frustration, all building up because deep down, this was what they both wanted. Regulus knew it now, maybe he’d known from the first moment he laid eyes on James Potter, or perhaps from the first time he heard him laugh. But now, tasting him, feeling him this close, there was no denying it. 

James pulled back slightly, their lips still barely touching. “Regulus,” he whispered.

“Not yet, don’t stop,” Regulus breathed.

He wanted James. He wanted all of him.

[starchaserwrites]

James: I’ll love you forever, Regulus.

Regulus: You will?

James: Yes, that’s the problem.

[suncchaser]

I can’t believe the fandom has made it so that criticising death eaters is somewhat of a crime and offensive.

In the books, death eaters were blood supremacists who wanted to create a regime that would oppress and murder muggleborn witches and wizards as well as muggles. It was a terrorist organisation, which means that every single member who joined are… guess what? Terrorists and blood supremacists. This is not speculation or opinion. This is facts. It was in the books.

Now, you can choose to ignore this and give these canonical terrorists all the sob stories you want to justify their actions, but remember that those are your personal headcanons, not facts. It’s fanon, not canon.

So, don’t camp under people’s posts who are speaking about canon versions of characters and criticising them for who they were in the books because you headcanon them as helpless baby boys.

The same way people are allowed to disregard canon to build their own perception of these characters, people are also allowed to care for who they were in the books.

[the-sun-is-also-a-star]

guys. guys i just recreated the art heist, baby painting. wtf

[lilithofpenandbook]

Seriously how can M*r*uders stans like random Slytherins (who tf are Evan Rosier, Pandora (is that Luna's mum and why tf is she Evan Rosier's twin in half of these), and I don't even want to discuss Regulus) and make them Actually Misunderstood Good People Who Were Forced Down That Path when at least one of them *coughreguluscough* was obsessed with Voldemort

And then turn around and make Snape an awful person?

[courfee]

@into-the-jeggyverse | "under" | wc: 592 | cw: suicide

“Promise me you’re not going to do anything like this again.”

He doesn’t give a reply.

“Regulus, promise me. Please.”

Regulus pulls his arm sharply out of James’ grip, staring up at him defiantly. “It’s none of your business what I do with my life. Not anymore.”

“It is when you’re trying to fucking drown yourself,” James snaps. “You can’t do that.”

“I could have, if you hadn’t dragged me out of the lake again,” Regulus mutters.

James huffs, his eyes burning with fury and pain and desperation. “This isn’t funny.”

Regulus can’t argue there.

He doesn’t get it, why would James care now? It’s not like he’s cared about him at any point during the past two months. It’s not like anyone has.

James’ expression softens ever so slightly. His voice is quiet when he speaks, the anger gone, now breaking from something else. “I need you to tell me when it gets bad again.”

“Why?”

“Because I care about you.”

“Why?” Regulus repeats.

James frowns. He doesn’t know the answer either. Regulus doubts he even knows if what he’s said is true at all. “Just, please. When it gets this bad... Tell me.”

Regulus fights with himself, tries his best to stay afloat, but he never knew how to deny James anything when he looks at him like this, eyes huge and glassy with the first idea of tears. So he grinds his teeth and nods.

“Do you promise?”

Another nod.

“You swear it?”

“Under the Unbreakable Vow, if you want,” Regulus says.

And James’ face splits with relief and desperation sets in as he extends his arm towards Regulus, a silent plea to stay true to his word. It’s the first time in months they really touch when Regulus accepts his hand, and when James pulls his wand and speaks the incantation, it’s the warmest Regulus has felt in months, too.

When the magic wraps around their joined hands Regulus knows this is the closest their souls will ever be intertwined again.

Regulus still dreams of drowning. He dreams of the gentle sway of the ocean pulling him in, the soft sounds of waves against his skin, closing in above his head, lulling him in and drawing him down. A lullaby just for him, the gentle rocking back and forth before his eyes close a final time.

Regulus dreams of drowning under the sun.

At night, under the stars, he dreams of different things. He dreams of hands extending out to him, magic tying souls together, lips on his lips, hands in tousled hair.

He dreams of living only when he closes his eyes.

Regulus wonders if he should feel guilty about it. Should feel guilty about using James’ naivety against him, his need to help and his blinded desperation. He supposes he should. If it wasn’t James who had promised him a forever, no matter what, only to take his words back when Regulus followed the path he was always destined to go.

He supposes it doesn’t matter in the end.

James broke his promise. It is only fair that Regulus breaks his too.

The right thing to do, James had said. The only right choice.

This, too, is the right choice. The only right thing to do.

When the hands take hold of him and pull him closer, holding onto him cold and wet in places where once the sun had held him, Regulus doesn’t know if it is the water embedded in his lungs or the vow tied around his soul that claims his final breath.

[lexithwrites]

moonwater but its (trans) regulus frist time

so in the moonwater fic i wanna write regulus is a virgin so i wont write an entire scene as fingers crossed i'll write it in that haha but i do have headcanons i wanna share okay okay (nsfw below):

regulus isn't really a dating person, like he has crushes and likes being the mysterious hot guy but he's too chicken shit to actually flirt with anybody lmao so he's never slept with anyone, only kissed people (mostly his friends aka mostly barty) at parties or for dares and stuff

remus on the other hand is the guy who wants to find the love of his life, he's a secret romantic and loves with his whole heart, but he's only dated maybe four people so far, so that's his experiance, he becomes a master at one person then has to relearn another and he just wants to be with one person forever ya know

i can picture them both talking about their experiances in the way of remus telling reg that he hasn't really been with someone that's wanted him to feel pleasure, like people tried but no one really bothered too hard compared to him who always put in 110% every time

reg wants that BAD

he wants someone obsessed with him, that makes him feel comfortable and wants him to want them back, he wants to touch and learn and taste and feel and he wants it with remus

so when they do eventually get together he's excited but then he's like oh fuck we're a couple i have to DO things he gets nervous

remus doesn't expect sex,,,,ever, he isn't asexual exactly but sex isn't that big of a deal to him, he's used to the other person wanting it more so he's just happy to be with reg whilst poor regulus is having a crisis over when they need to have sex

it starts slow, touching each other's skin and just exploring, they're sweet and giggly and just taking in the fact they're together and it's sparks flying and they've both never felt this kind of connection before

basically, not only are they deeply in love, but they are so desperatley horny for each other and neither of them know how to express it

remus makes the first move and knows reg is trans, he truly doesn't care because he's had experiance with both kinds of genitals, he just wants to make reg feel as good as possible, and the first time he goes down on him it's in his bed at night and regulus has to desperatley cover his mouth because it feels so fucking good he's shaking

like no amount of touching himself will compare to remus' tongue and fingers on and inside him like,,,it's pure ecstasy

and reg is addicted after that he's dragging remus off to the black family library to make out and grind against each other and he touches remus but remus is still really nervous about finally being touched but one night they're out in the garden and regulus asks if he can just jerk him off, blowing is a lot for him since he's never done it, and remus is a MESS bro he's had handjobs before but regulus is curious and watching his every reaction and using it to learn and remus cums so hard he almost passes out

once again, both become obsessed with touch

their actual first time is silly and sweet, they're alone for once, no family or friends to possibly walk in on them, and they take their fucking time

it's hours of foreplay and smiles and nervous breathes and then remus is putting a condom on and regulus is clenching his fists but remus kisses him so softly that he melts, he tells him they can stop at any time, that if it hurts they wont do it again until regulus is ready, and so he pushes in and of course it feels weird, it kinda hurts a little as the stretch is a lot, but then remus is moaning in his ear and kissing his neck and telling him how gorgeous he is in the moonlight and regulus starts to feel it

remus goes DEEP and thats what reg figures out he likes, not girth but depth (and he's correct) so he starts begging remus to go deeper and just rock inside him and he's hiccuping out these noises that drive remus insane

then reg gets confident and asks to go on top and they're both done for basically, it gets them both off from just staring into the others eyes and panting and moaning together and when they both cum they just laugh and smile together because all of those nerves for this amazing moment????

so fucking worth it

[florsial]

Modern Jegulus au but it's just them working at a restaurant together and Regulus won't stop smacking James' across the head with his notepad when the other is flirting with him and James sneaking up on Regulus every so often while the customers tease them

[calamitoustide]

singer Regulus and music producer James who makes it his mission to someday make Regulus write a love song with him (he didn't think it would be for him but that's a big bonus)

[emryyyyyss09]

I HAVE READ AS FAR AS I A CAN IN THE GOLDEN KING (by maladaptivewriting on ao3, it's very good and currently unfinished but with regular updates) AND HOLY SHIT. IT'S BEEN ONE. HUNDRED. AND. NINE. TEEN. CHAPTERS. AND WOLFSTAR ONLY JUST GOT TOGETHER AND JEGULUS IS NOT. I THOUGHT I'D NEVER KNOW THE TRUE MEANING OF PAIN AND SLOW BURN UNTIL I READ THIS JAW-DROPPING, IMPOSSIBLE-TO-PUT-DOWN, WELL-WRITTEN PIECE OF NARRATIVE GENIUS.

WELL DONE, @maladaptivewriting YOU HAVE CREATED SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL

[actuallyregulusblack]

-> woke up at two am

-> listened to someone read Art Heist, Baby in the dark for five hours

-> wrote the most angsty Regulus yelling at Sirius shit ever

how's everyone else's 2025s going

[lulublack90]

Prompt 25 - Wizard

@wolfstarmicrofic September 25, word count 374

Previous part First Wolfstar part

Sirius walked up to Peter, and with Remus squeezing his hand, he made eye contact. He saw everything. The moment Peter first met Voldemort, and made a vow to him to spy on the order in return for protection after the war. He saw all the information Peter divulged in his meetings. Good people had died because of what Peter had shared with his precious master. The only thing stopping Sirius from surging forward and ripping Peters's throat out was Remus’s hand, grounding him, holding him back.

Regulus stood beside Peter with a collection of vials, and as Sirius forced each memory out, he caught the silvery liquid with the tip of his wand and deposited them into a vial to be used in a Pensieve at a later date. Sirius sped through Peters spying, picking out vital memories here and there before he paused on a meeting at Malfoy Manor. 

They were gathered in the grand dining room, the one reserved for large family events. Each of the thirty chairs was filled with a death eater. Peter stood in the corner, his head hooded and masked so no one could identify him. Sirius looked along the line of death eaters and could name every witch and wizard sitting there. 

“This one is important. It’s a meeting of a large group at Malfoy Manor,” He said as the memory slid from Peter's eye.

“I’ll take it to James’s to view and see if I can add any more names to the list,” Regulus said as he stoppered and sealed the vial, magically writing a label on it.  

When he came to the end of the memories, he pulled back out. He was exhausted. Prolonged use of Legilimency left the caster fatigued, and as Sirius hadn’t performed that bit of magic for years, he was very out of practice. Remus caught him as his legs gave out. 

“You did wonderfully, sweetheart. Let’s get you back to the tent to rest,” Remus said gently, gathering Sirius into his arms effortlessly. “Can you three keep watch between you for a bit?” 

“Sure, you take care of Pads, we’ve got Pettigrew,” James assured them, and that was the last Sirius heard as he fell asleep against Remus’s chest.  

Next part

[lupiinist]

regulus black and barty crouch jr don't know how to say i love you

but in different ways

regulus loves james, but he's afraid to say so because he doesn't believe he knows how to love, nor that he deserves to he loved. he starts warming up to james and to his own desire to love and be loved by doing small gestures. he buys james a candy, plays with his hair, fixes his ties, takes james to little dates at places he heard him saying he likes, tells james constantly that he likes to hear him talk, pays attention to everything and all about james. maybe someday, once he's ready, he'll be able to look into james' eyes and say he loves him

barty, on the other hand, has a problem with intimacy. he is used to things that others would consider intimate, but he doesn't, for him, most things ara banalities; except when it's about evan. evan flipped everything he knew upside-down for the second he made his heart beat faster. barty loves him, but would never tell him, and honestly, he doesn't need to, because evan knows. he knows in the way barty looks at him, in the way barty reacts to his touch, in the way he plays with his hair and rests his head on his lap, in the way barty hugs his waist and places his chin on evan's shoulder, in the way he enjoys kissing him, in the way he drags his nails across his skin and leaves fresh red marks. barty never tells evan he loves him, but he doesn't need to because evan knows.

neither of them know how to say i love you, but they both learn eventually, in their own ways

[strawberryloveyyy]

you know life is getting weird when you're the same age as your favourite characters

LIKE WHAT DO YOU MEAN I'M THE SAME AGE AS KATNISS EVERDEEN???