#james potter x regulus black

[my-castles-crumbling]

baby - Jegulus Microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 355

"Regulus doesn't get embarrassed," Sirius argues, rolling his eyes as he sips his drink. "It's infuriating. As his sibling, it's my job to embarrass him, but he just gets all...huffy and disappointed."

"Well, you are rather disappointing, acting like an idiot," Regulus drawls from his spot on the other side of the loose circle of friends, sending Sirius a smirk.

"But it's inhuman! I mean, I've tried everything! Embarrassing childhood stories, yelling at you in front of a crowd, sex jokes, everything!" Sirius whines, leaning into Remus's side dramatically.

"It's true," Barty nods emphatically. "I don't think I've ever once seen him blush. Even that time I gave him a lap dance during breakfast! It's like he's made of stone or something." He grins for a moment, "Or maybe he liked it."

"I certainly didn't like that," Regulus snorts. "I just didn't care. You were the one being obnoxious, not me. I'm not going to be embarrassed by your antics, that's your job."

But James decides he needs to set the record straight. Because Regulus certainly does blush. "I'm sorry, but Regulus blushes all the time!" he says loudly, grinning at bit as everyone looks at him.

"James," Regulus hisses, immediately frowning, looking like he wants to kill him. "No, I do not."

Sirius, however, is grinning from ear to ear. "Oh? What gets Ickle Reggie to blush, then?"

And, spurred on by the challenge, James crawls slowly over to Regulus, who is giving him a death glare, and leans to whisper in his ear, making sure to speak so quietly nobody can hear him.

"Hi, baby," he murmurs lowly, allowing his breath to tickle Regulus's skin. "You look gorgeous today."

The effect of the pet name is instantaneous. Immediately, Regulus turns bright red and lets out a little noise, stammering as he looks down to the floor. James laughs as he pulls back, grinning triumphantly, and Sirius yells out, "What did you say to him?"

But he'll never tell. "Nothing," James grins, already heading back to where he was sitting, enjoying the fact that he's the only one that can make Regulus Black blush.

[sage-black-or-remus-lupin]

Just Imagine at a karoke night

James to Sirius: Siri here's the truth you're not only one on my mind I wanna be best friends but I don't want to pretend the I have behaved is a crime. Oh Stacy I've to tell you. I'm in love with Little brother ohh

then Remus imediantly afterwards to Regulus: Reggie heres' the truth you're not only one on my mind I wanna be best friends but I don't want to pretend the I have behaved is a crime. Oh Stacy I've to tell you. I'm in love with Little brother ohh.

Regulus and Sirius sitting there both confused :What the fuck

Remus: Fuck! Regulus I'm dating Sirius and Sirius, James is dating Regulus.

Sirius: Prongs I'll fucking kill you if you impregnat him

Regulus: I dont have a vagina, Sirius?

James: Then get pregnant padfoot

Remus: Neither black brothers have vagina's what the fuck

Don't know if it's been said or not but do you think somewhere in the afterlife James Potter is screaming crying pulling his hair because his son called Regulus less handsome than his brother?

[moonyswarmsweaters]

Lily: Are any of you straight?

Remus:

Sirius:

Barty:

Evan:

Regulus: *raises hand slowly*

James: *grabs Regulus’ hand, interlocks their fingers and brings it back down with a smirk*

[ecstarry]

@into-the-jeggyverse / crime / 446 words / @velanavis

It had to mean something, right? James thought to himself. 

An hour ago, their knees had brushed, and Regulus hadn’t moved away. Then, fifteen minutes later, Regulus had leaned in slightly, and their thighs had touched too. Ten minutes after that, their elbows had even pressed together.

James knew he was overthinking it, knew how ridiculous it sounded to interpret these gestures as something meaningful. But this was Regulus.

The same Regulus who, just last year, couldn’t even look James in the eye when he visited Sirius. The boy who took months to seem comfortable being alone in the same room with him.

And now they were here, in Regulus’ room. Both sitting at the edge of his bed, close enough that their knees were bumping and their thighs were touching. Sharing a pair of wired headphones while Regulus passionately explained why it was an absolute crime that James only knew “Creep” by Radiohead—a lie James told just to hear him ramble.

“This one is still pretty famous but I never get tired of listening to it,” Regulus explained in a quiet voice, even with the music playing they were close enough they didn’t need to raise their voices to hear each other. 

James couldn’t help but feel slightly guilty about lying just to get Regulus rambling about something. He loved it. James had picked up on what subjects got Regulus talking. Music was by far the easiest one.

When the last song of the playlist ended, Regulus carefully removed the headphones and began rolling them up.

James panicked. He couldn’t let this end, not yet. His mind scrambled for another band to feign ignorance about.

“Mr. Brightside is the best The Killers song,’” he blurted out.

Regulus chuckled and turned to him, his gaze softening as the blush creeping up James’ neck betrayed him. 

“You don’t have to lie,” Regulus said, his voice as gentle and genuine.

James stuttered, his cheeks flushing hot, but Regulus interrupted before he could form a coherent response.

“I know my brother got his music taste from you. It’s kind of cute that you’re doing all this, but you don’t have to.”

“Why did you play along then?”

Regulus shrugged, the corners of his lips curling into a small smile. “I could never pass up an opportunity to nerd out about Thom Yorke.”

“Right,” James replied, trying to mask the tinge of disappointment in his voice. For a fleeting second, he’d let himself believe Regulus might admit he enjoyed this, enjoyed him.

“And this is nice,” Regulus confessed with a soft smile.  

James froze. “Oh, really? Spending time with me?”

Regulus bumped his knee one more time before standing up, “Don’t push it, James.”

[marauding-almond]

James: How do you want your coffee?

Regulus: As dark and bitter as my soul

James: *hands him a vanilla latte with cream and sugar*

Regulus:

Regulus: that’s very sweet of you but this is shit coffee

[rooislost]

regulus looking up at the sky and seeing the leo constellation one last time before going into the cave

regulus seeing the leo constellation and feeling his heart tug in the direction of where james and sirius are laying on the grass and staring up at the sky at the same time

sirius feeling something in him snap a few hours later but not knowing why until he sees a news paper a couple of weeks later

james seeing the headline about regulus being presumed dead on the same day that he learns lily is pregnant with harry

[finnrosey]

james would buy one if those blue star build a bears for him and reg and when he gets to name a star bc he bought the bear he names the star reg

[pages-and-1nk]

⁺₊⋆ Saltwater and Chlorine ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊ (FIC)

It's currently 2:42 am, I've been up for two hours finishing this chapter off, and so I now present to you... Chapter 6!

Link to the newest update: 6 Link to the first chapter: 1

[notenoughdramaaa]

I can't even explain how much Starchaser coded this song is so, I had no choice but to write this.

@jegulus-microfic

April, come he will. When streams are ripe and swelled with rain

James as he huddled under the eaves of the castle, squinting at his watch. He sighed, the water dripping from his hair onto the glass, blurring the time. Late. He was always late.

The sound of hurried footsteps pulled his attention, and he glanced up. A figure broke through the rain, running toward him. James couldn’t look away as the pale form grew closer, sharp and distinct even against the storm. Regulus.

He stopped short, just inches away. Rain traced rivers down his face, clinging to his lashes, and his chest rose and fell as though he’d run for miles. For a moment, neither of them moved. James watched as Regulus’s hand lifted—tentative, deliberate—and brushed the wet hair from James’s forehead.

“You’re soaked,” Regulus said softly, his lips curling into a smile that made the storm seem quieter.

James couldn’t answer, couldn’t think. His eyes trailed down to the white shirt clinging to Regulus’s chest, translucent and plastered to his skin. Freckles, faint and scattered like constellations, dusted his shoulders and arms. James’s breath caught, and he looked back up, meeting Regulus’s gaze.

God, he’s beautiful, James thought.

Regulus’s smile widened, as though he knew exactly what James was thinking, and that was it. The careful dam of restraint broke.

“I don’t care,” James murmured, the words barely audible over the rain. Then he moved, closing the space between them in one swift motion.

His hands found Regulus’s hips, gripping them tightly as he pulled him close, their bodies colliding like thunder. He kissed him hard, the rain pressing them together in a shivering, breathless blur.

May, he will stay. Resting in my arms again

James leaned back against a gnarled tree, his arms wrapped snugly around Regulus, who rested against his chest, a book propped open in his hands.

James could feel the steady rise and fall of Regulus’s breath, the way his body fit so perfectly against his own, as if they’d been made to fit together like this. He glanced down at the book, catching glimpses of dense text and intricate diagrams, a potion, something powerful by the looks of it. He didn’t give the book much thought. Right now, nothing else mattered.

For a moment, the thought flickered, someone might be looking for them. They’d been gone too long, and Regulus wasn’t one to slip away unnoticed. But James pushed the thought aside. He didn’t care. Not today. Not now.

He propped his chin on top of Regulus’s head, inhaling the clean, earthy scent of him, mint, chamomile and something distinctly Regulus. Closing his eyes, he pressed a kiss to the boy's dark hair, lingering as if he could anchor this moment in time.

James couldn’t remember the last time he felt so content, so whole. There was something grounding about holding Regulus, the weight of him, the way he melted into James’s arms as if he belonged there.

June, he'll change his tune. In restless walks he'll prowl the night

The air was heavy as James lingered in the shadowed corner of Grimmauld Place. It was late, past nine, maybe later, but he didn’t care. The street was quiet and James’s eyes remained fixed on the tall, dark figure moving toward the Black family’s door.

Regulus.

James’s heart pounded as he stepped out of the shadows, his hand darting out to catch Regulus by the wrist. Regulus froze, startled, his sharp intake of breath cutting through the stillness. His wide eyes, pale in the moonlight, darted to James’s face, and for a moment, he looked terrified, like he’d been caught doing something forbidden.

“What are you doing here?” Regulus hissed, his voice tight and barely above a whisper. Before James could answer, Regulus tugged him into a narrow alley, hidden between two old brick buildings.

“Regulus—”

“What are you doing here?” Regulus repeated, his tone edged with urgency. His grip on James’s arm was firm, and his gaze flitted nervously toward the street as though expecting someone to appear.

Instead of answering, James leaned forward and kissed him, desperate and unthinking. For a brief moment, Regulus kissed him back, his lips soft but hesitant. But then he pulled away, his hands pressing flat against James’s chest.

“What’s going on?” James asked, breathless, searching Regulus’s face in the dim light. Something was wrong. He could feel it. “You’re acting weird.”

Regulus avoided his gaze, glancing down at the cobblestones. “You’re crazy. People could’ve seen us.”

“I don’t care,” James said, his voice steady but laced with frustration. “You haven’t been answering my owls. I haven’t seen you since we left Hogwarts, and, Merlin, I miss you.”

Regulus flinched at the words, his shoulders dropping. He looked up at James for a fleeting second before turning his head toward the darkened street.

“My family’s been watching me,” he murmured, the faintest crack in his voice. “Things are… different now. Since Sirius left.”

James reached for him, gently resting his hands on Regulus’s arms, but the boy stayed rigid, as if bracing for something James couldn’t see. “What do you mean?”

Regulus swallowed hard, his face unreadable. “I don’t have the freedom Sirius had. They… they can’t lose another son.” His voice broke on the last word, barely audible. “It’s worse now. Everything’s worse.”

James’s heart ached at the sight of him, so fragile and closed off, and he fought the urge to pull him into his arms. “Regulus,” he said softly, leaning closer, “you don’t have to do this. You don’t have to—”

“I do,” Regulus interrupted, his voice sharper now, defensive. He looked up at James, something flickering behind his eyes, fear, maybe, or regret. “You don’t understand. I can’t just leave like Sirius did. I don’t get to be free.”

July, he will fly. And give no warning to his flight

The room felt too small, the walls closing in with the weight of their argument. James’s voice was sharp, cutting through the air like a blade. Regulus stood across from him, trembling, his pale face streaked with tears.

“Tell me it’s not true,” James demanded, his hands balled into fists at his sides. “Tell me Dorcas was wrong. Tell me you’re not with him.” His voice cracked, but the anger burned hotter than the hurt.

Regulus shook his head, his lips trembling as he tried to speak. “James, listen to me, please—”

“No!” James roared, stepping closer, his frustration spilling over. He grabbed Regulus by the shoulders, shaking him. “I don’t want your excuses. Just say it! Say you’re not a killer!”

Regulus flinched at the word, his breath hitching. Tears welled in his eyes, and for a moment, he just stared at James, his lips parted but no words coming out. His silence was deafening.

“Regulus!” James’s grip tightened, his voice breaking. “Say it!”

More tears spilled down Regulus’s cheeks, and he shook his head, his whole body trembling. “What if I can’t?” he whispered, his voice so soft James almost missed it. “What will you do if it’s true?”

James froze, his heart plummeting as if the floor had been ripped out from beneath him. His hands fell from Regulus’s shoulders, and he stepped back, staring at him with wide, disbelieving eyes. “I—I’d never forgive you,” he said, his voice hollow and raw.

Regulus let out a choked sob, his shoulders sagging under the weight of James’s words. He looked at James, shaking his head slowly as more tears fell. Then, with trembling hands, he reached for his sleeves.

“No,” James said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Don’t.”

But Regulus didn’t stop. He pulled his sleeves up, exposing the pale skin of his forearm. There, stark against his flesh, was the mark. Black and unmistakable.

James’s breath caught in his throat. “Reg—”

“Don’t,” Regulus interrupted, his voice sharp and broken all at once. He yanked his sleeves back down and took a shaky step back. His eyes met James’s for a fleeting moment, filled with a pain so deep it made James’s chest ache. “Don’t say anything. Just… don’t.”

James opened his mouth, but no words came. He reached out, his hand hovering in the space between them, but Regulus turned away before he could touch him.

“Regulus, wait—”

But Regulus didn’t wait. He didn’t look back. He walked to the door, his steps unsteady, and disappeared into the night.

August, die he must. The autumn winds blow chilly and cold

The knock was loud, frantic, and relentless, shattering the stillness of the night. James stirred, groggy and disoriented, fumbling for his glasses on the nightstand. He rubbed his eyes as he stumbled to the door, his heart already racing from the urgency of the sound.

When he opened it, Sirius stood there, his face pale and streaked with tears. His dark hair clung to his damp cheeks, and he reeked of firewhiskey.

“Sirius?” James asked, his voice thick with sleep as he adjusted his glasses. “What—what’s going on?”

Sirius didn’t answer right away. He stepped forward, his movements unsteady, and pulled James into a crushing hug. James froze, his best friend’s sobs shaking them both.

“He’s dead,” Sirius choked out, his voice cracking.

“What?” James whispered, his mind struggling to catch up. He pulled back just enough to see Sirius’s face, red and swollen from crying. “Sirius, what are you talking about? Who’s dead?”

Sirius’s lips trembled as he stared at James, his grey eyes filled with a pain that made James’s stomach churn. “Regulus,” he said, his voice barely audible. “He’s dead, James. My brother’s dead.”

The words hit James like a curse, stealing the air from his lungs. “No,” he murmured, shaking his head as if he could will it not to be true. “No, that—Sirius, that can’t—”

James felt his knees buckle, his legs suddenly too weak to hold him. His heart twisted painfully in his chest, and he couldn’t stop the tears that began to spill down his face. He clung to Sirius, his mind a haze of disbelief and devastation.

He thought of Regulus—Regulus in the rain, smiling at him as if he were the only person in the world. Regulus in the meadow, his head resting against James’s chest. Regulus whispering his fears in the shadows of Grimmauld Place.

And now, Regulus was gone.

“How—how could this happen?” James whispered, his voice trembling. “How could he just…”

“I don’t know,” Sirius said again, his voice hollow. He buried his face in James’s shoulder, his tears soaking through the fabric. “I don’t know anything anymore.”

September, I remember. A love once new has now grown old

James stood in front of the mirror, his chest tight as Euphemia carefully adjusted his tie.

“You need to smile, James,” she said softly, her voice warm with affection. “It’s your wedding day.”

James nodded, though the smile that tugged at his lips didn’t quite reach his eyes. The weight of everything still hung heavy on his heart.

The door creaked open, and Sirius stepped inside.

“Can I have a moment with him, Mum?” he asked Euphemia.

She smiled, brushing a stray lock of hair behind Sirius’s ear. “Of course, darling. I’ll be in the next room if you two need anything.”

When the door clicked shut behind her, Sirius leaned against the dresser, his eyes never leaving James’s.

“You okay?” he asked quietly, the concern in his voice raw.

James swallowed hard, nodding. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.”

Sirius didn’t seem convinced, but he didn’t press further. Instead, he straightened up and cleared his throat, a slight smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. “I heard an old superstition,” he said, voice light but with an edge of something deeper. “For good luck on a wedding day, the bride needs something old, something new, something borrowed, and something blue.”

James gave a half-smile, despite himself. “I’m not the bride, Sirius.”

Sirius chuckled softly, then looked at James with something almost wistful in his eyes. “I know, but I think you could use something old.”

Without another word, Sirius reached into his pocket and pulled out a small photograph. He handed it to James, who took it gingerly. The picture was worn at the edges, faded slightly, but still clear.

It was Regulus. He was smiling at the camera, his pale blue eyes sparkling with something carefree, his dimples on full display. The sight of him made James’s heart lurch.

The tears that had been threatening all day began to spill over, and James blinked them away, his throat tight.

Sirius, standing just a few steps away, reached into his own pocket and pulled out a blue handkerchief, holding it out to James.

“Here,” Sirius said gently. “This is your something blue.”

James took the handkerchief, his hands trembling, and dabbed at his eyes, trying to stop the flood of emotions threatening to overwhelm him.

Sirius stood quietly by just waiting.

When James finally looked up, his voice broke slightly, but he managed a small laugh through his tears. “You’re right,” he said, wiping his eyes. “This is exactly what I needed.”

Sirius’s smile was soft, almost sad. “Regulus loved you, James. He has forgiven you, I hope you know that.”

[myrows]

Sleeping beauties

[my-castles-crumbling]

🆘💃 - January 15 - jegulus - discord server microprompt challenge - word count: 398

"Sirius where the hell are you?" James hissed into his phone as he stood backstage. "You need to get here now!"

"I'm almost there, Prongs! Did you get in okay? I left the tickets-"

"At the door, yeah, I got in fine! But fuck, mate, you didn't tell me these dancers were so bloody fit," James whispered, blocking his mouth with his hands as he stared straight ahead at the most beautiful person on the planet.

The man in question was currently sitting on the floor, wearing a leotard and leggings, stretching while laughing with a few other dances. But even though all of the dancers were stunning, this man...he was perfect. His curly black hair was pulled back a bit in a tiny bun, but little tendrils fell onto his face and to the nape of his neck, only accentuating his pale skin and piercing gray eyes. Even as he laughed, James could sense a haughtiness about him that only made him more attractive. And though James prided himself on not just being attracted to people based on their bodies...well, the muscles that wrapped around his arms and legs, evidence of his dancing skill, only made James drool more.

"I mean I only see Remus, so-"

"Well, more for me, then," James murmured, still openly gaping.

But as he stared longer, he started noticing things. Little things. Little familiar things.

"Hey, Pads? Who did you say got us these passes?" he asked, stomach dropping to the floor as the man met his eyes, a smirk forming on his godlike face.

"Oh, my brother, Regulus! He's in the company, he should be back there somewhere.."

But as James panicked, he also started tuning Sirius out. Because the man was standing and walking toward him.

"It's rude to stare, you know." And oh, his voice was like silk, and his smirk cause dimples in his cheeks.

"I...couldn't help it," James admitted, staring into his eyes, far beyond coming up with a clever excuse. His breath, along with his ability to think, was gone.

"Hm," the man's eyes flickered over James's body and his skin heated as nerves and pleasure pooled in his spine. "Well, you're honest. Want to help me stretch, then?"

"Yes," he nodded feverishly, mouth going dry at the thought.

The dancer smiled. "Alright. I'm Regulus. And you are?"

"...Fucked," James answered honestly, already following Regulus away.

[iloveartinallitsforms]

regulus wakes up on a sunday morning and james is softly kissing his shoulder and he’s still half asleep and he calls james baby and they get up and make breakfast together and feed their cats and go on a walk but regulus makes james carry him on his back halfway through and they go home and lay on the couch and eat ice cream and doze for hours and they live happily ever after amen

[moonyswarmsweaters]

Your honor they are inlove James: I will not stand here and be insulted!

Regulus: Then sit down

James: *sits down* Well at least we're at eye level

Barty: Oh no

Sirius: Oh no

Remus: Oh no

Regulus: Guess who's going to die tonight!

[ecstarry]

@into-the-jeggyverse / discuss / 335 words

“I’m fucking freezing.” Barty took one more drag of his cigarette while the rest of the group nodded.

“We need to stop smoking,” Regulus said, shivering. 

The smoking area outside their building was packed. The weather was awful, but that had never stopped them—or the other twenty students crammed into the space—from starting their mornings with a cigarette.

They’d made a pact to quit smoking once, but it didn’t even last a week. Inevitably, they found themselves back in the same circle.

Remus joined them moments later, with Sirius right beside him. 

Regulus had gotten used to it by now, his brother and his boyfriend hanging out with his friends — at least in this setting. Sometimes Peter would join them, always rolling his own cigarettes like the pretentious bastard he was. Regulus hated to admit it, but they did taste better.

“Oh, there you are,” a warm, familiar voice came from behind him.

James. 

Even buried under an unnecessary number of layers James looked good. Regulus found himself distracted by his arms, his thighs, his—everything. His mind wandered, picturing all the ways they could keep each other warm.

“It’s freezing, I can’t believe you guys are too fucking addicted to tortute yourselves like this," James said.

In unison, everyone immediately told him to fuck off. Everyone except Regulus.

His friends, his brother, and even Sirius’ friends turned to him, eyebrows raised, waiting for the comeback they all knew was coming. But Regulus stayed silent.

One by one, they drifted away as they finished their cigarettes, leaving only Barty and Regulus behind.

Barty grinned knowingly.

“No. I won’t discuss this with you,” Regulus spoke before Barty opened his mouth. 

“Since when do you hold back?” Barty teased.

Regulus only shrugged in response. 

“Don’t tell me you want to fuck Potter.”

“Finish your cig. We have class,” Regulus replied, stubbing out his cigarette and turning away just in time to hide the blush creeping up his neck.

Actually, I will fuck James Potter, Regulus thought to himself.

[thundersarts]

regulus and james being the only single ones in their friend groups so every time they go out to parties they end up kissing and making out which eventually leads to hookups when nobody else catches their eye and that eventually leads to them going out and instead of looking foward to finding someone to kiss they're looking forward to each other. james dresses up in regulus' favorite colors and constantly wears a belt because regulus loves tugging on it and pushing him around and regulus throws around more rings than he usually wears because he knows how it drives james crazy and— they're both trying so hard to impress each other.

and all of their friends are just watching it from afar and betting on when they're finally gonna do something about it and get the fuck together already