#jeggyverse microfic

[ultravioletbrit]

“fake” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 469 words

“xmas cards” - 25 Days of Jegumas - Day 19 - @noblehouseofgay

Jamie <3: do you know how gorgeous you are? Regulus: What do you want? Jamie <3: just to tell you how stunning you are! Jamie <3: and how much i love you Regulus: James. Jamie <3: fine. marlene is bringing her good camera tonight because some people asked her to take pictures for their xmas cards Jamie <3: so i was thinking… Regulus: No. Jamie <3: i knew you would love the idea! Jamie <3: just wanted to make sure you had time to make your already perfect curls more perfect Jamie <3: love you! Regulus: No. Regulus: James. No. Regulus: Answer your phone, James. Regulus: JAMES!

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Regulus scowls at himself in the mirror. “I’m not doing it.” He tells himself as he finishes perfecting his curls. He takes that one curl in the front that never stays where it’s supposed to, “We’re not doing it.” He says to the curl before tucking it behind his ear. He gives himself one last look then leaves the bathroom with a heavy sigh to go find James.

“You look incredible, love.” James tells him the moment he steps in the living room. He walks over and wraps Regulus in a hug and Regulus’ arms instinctively wrap around James’ neck. When they pull back slightly, James smiles and tucks that stubborn curl back behind Regulus’ ear. Regulus rolls his eyes because that thing will never stay in place.

“James, I love you, but I’m not doing this.” Regulus tells him. James opens his mouth but Regulus cuts him off. “I look ridiculous in pictures like this. I always look stiff, and my smile looks fake and they never turn out good. Let’s just send the cards with the snowmen on them. You liked those!” Regulus tries to reason.

James’ bottom lip turns into an exaggerated pout and Regulus’ eyes are pleading for him to understand. They hold eye contact for several moments having a silence conversation before James eventually sighs.

“Okay.” James pouts. “Marls, Reg and I aren’t going to do pictures.” James tells Marlene, who Regulus didn’t even realize was in the room.

“Oh, I already got yours.” She tells them.

“What?” Regulus and James say at the same time.

“Here.” Marlene holds her camera out for them to look at the pictures. “This one’s probably my favorite.” She shows them a picture of James tucking that damn curl behind Regulus’ ear. James has a sweet smile and even though Regulus is rolling his eyes, he still looks fond as he leans towards James. It’s sort of perfectly… them.  

Regulus and James share a look then glance back at the picture. James’ eyes are practically twinkling with excitement when he turns to look pleadingly at Regulus. Regulus wouldn’t be able to say ‘no’ to those eyes even if he tried. And he has to admit, it’s a pretty good picture that he wouldn’t mind seeing on a Christmas card.

“Okay.” He smiles and rolls his eyes and quickly finds himself wrapped in James’ arms again.

[psychoticallykind]

Sleep

"Fake" - Jegulus Microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 283 words

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James was exhausted. He was drained, he was tired, he just wanted to collapse and sleep for a few dozen years.

But he had things to do, and those things took precedence over sleeping.

"What are you doing?"

James twisted in his seat, happily surprised to see Regulus behind him. "Tutoring. How's your day going?"

Regulus dropped into the chair beside him. "It was fine, until l came in here and saw you giving everyone the most fake smile I've ever seen."

James glanced around, making sure none of the first-years had heard. Thankfully, they all seemed to be doing okay right now. "It's not fake."

"Forced, then," Regulus replied. He gave James an appraising look. "When's the last time you slept?"

"The night before last," James admitted. "But I'll sleep tonight after I finish my transfiguration essay."

"No."

James almost frowned before he caught himself. "No?"

Regulus nodded. "No. You need to go and sleep now."

"I can't," James protested. "I'm tutoring."

"I brought Pandora to help Lily," Regulus nodded slightly in their direction. "So you can come with me and get some rest before dinner."

"I don't need -" James stopped, honestly a little overwhelmed at the idea of getting to lay down for a bit. "Really?"

Regulus rolled his eyes. "Really. Come on, I really need you unconscious in the next half hour."

James didn't have the energy to argue anymore. But he did find the energy to pull Regulus to a stop outside the Slytherin common room for a few minutes.

"Thank you," he whispered, grateful. "For thinking of me."

"I'm always thinking of you," Regulus murmured back. He gave James a brief kiss. "Now come on. Time for sleep."

[spiritussancto1]

Gillyweed

Jegulus microfic wordcount - 3092

~~slightly NSFW~~~

TW: chest dysphoria, drowning, spicy content

this is a continuation of my previous microfic Adventure

Ambiance, if you enjoy such things: https://youtu.be/KLPApSRku8Y?si=6FA_LqTGD-n_-tXl

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They appeared with a crack on a wooded muggle street across from an empty parking lot. All was quiet apart from the buzz of the streetlights and a bird somewhere in the trees. 

  “Just a second, Love,” James muttered, pointing his wand at the top of a pole where a camera turned away from them. 

  “And do you know how many cameras there are here? Where they all are?” hissed Regulus

  “The guard is a 78 year old grandfather who dozes off after 9. I think we’ll be ok,” James quips, but he is walking quickly and quietly, staying in the shadows. 

  “I so don’t want to know how you know that,” Regulus drolls, following silently.

  James stunned a camera at the doors of a low building and Alohamora’d the lock quietly, slipping in and pulling Reg by the hand behind him. Reg took care of two cameras behind the ticket desk and James shot him a look of respect. The younger boy raised an arched eyebrow imperiously. James was gazing fondly and seemed distracted until Reg pointedly looked around the lobby and the various exhibits and hallways leading off it. James shook himself a little and towed Regulus down a dark hallway, taking out cameras as they went down a slope into an underground room. It was sparse and utilitarian with large cement blocks to use as benches and little else but as they came down the sloped hallway Regulus could see the entire back wall was a huge, curved fish tank. He caught his breath in the darkened room, a huge multicolour coral reef lit in blue stretched from below their feet to surface level some 15 feet above their heads. Regulus and James walked closer slowly, hand-in-hand, taking in the full splendor. Regulus pressed his pale cheek to the glass, craning his neck and peeking up at the surface of the water that opened onto the night sky. Colourful fish of every description darted about, tickled by anemone, hiding in the coral. It was a whole other world. 

  “James,” Reg breathed, “it’s beautiful.”

  But James was gazing at him, beaming, “it is. Let’s go see,” and he tugged Reg’s hand over to a door marked “Staff Only,” unlocking it silently and starting to open it, something beeped and they both shot freezing charms at different parts of the door. It stopped beeping but they looked at each other, unsure which spell had stopped it. James froze for a moment, listening and looking around but nothing happened. He shrugged and pulled them both through into the dark back room. Regulus lit his wand tip and James stunned a camera before lighting his own and looking around a bit. They seemed to be behind the background coral reef in the huge tank. There were several levels of scaffolding holding buckets, pumps, shelves of chemicals and hoses, fish food, and cut seaweed. Various machines whirred and bubbled and splashed, dripping in several places. There were ladders and scrub brushes and nets on long poles and a wall of scuba gear hung on pegs. 

  “Ah yes, much more romantic back here,” Regulus grumbled, dodging a drip.

  “Sure will be!” James sang, possibly too loudly, but it was pretty noisy back here anyway. He led the way to a metal stairway up to a door in the ceiling? He unlocked it and pulled Regulus out into the warm may evening, dropping the trap door quietly behind him. They had come out between two rock walls that curved around an access point to the pool. It was landscaped like a pond above ground, the ecosystem below benefiting from the sunlight. The semi-hidden area they stood in was not accessible or very visible from the rest of the grounds. The large rock walls and thick bushes formed barriers that discouraged the public from touching the water or entering the pool. This artificial rock formation had been built into the side of the building, camouflaging this staging area. A gate built into the rock provided access to the parking lot out front to their right and a passageway to the left led behind the aquarium building into the rest of the zoo. A pair of discarded flippers sat in the shadow of the rocks. It appeared the scuba divers came and went from here. James pulled the paper bag out of his pocket and offered it to Regulus, raising his eyebrows.

  “There’s only enough for about 15 min for the two of us. What do you say?”

  Regulus could feel his heart trying to hammer out of his chest. They were going to get caught. This was such a bad idea. He was going to have to take his clothes off. In front of James Potter. But James would take his clothes off in front of him. That reef tank looked incredible. When would he ever get this chance again? He’d come this far. James worked so hard on this. He would be so sad if Reg said no. But he wanted Regulus to work on his boundaries. Did he want to swim with James Potter in a huge aquarium in the middle of the night in Germany? Yes. yes he did.

  “Alright, hold on, it takes effect pretty quickly,” Regulus muttered, toeing off his shoes and pulling at his tie. James was gazing at him like he couldn’t believe his luck. “What? Are you going in fully dressed?” Reg asked, and James shook himself a little.

  “No, you’re right,” James says and starts stripping quickly, shivering a bit in the breeze, trying not to watch Regulus undress. Regulus doesn’t hurry. He moves slowly, stealing sidelong glances at James to see how naked he intends to get. James stands in his underwear folding and bundling his clothes before Reg can get further than his shoes, socks, and tie. James in his underwear. Regulus swallowed hard. It’s not that he hadn’t seen James in his underwear. It was just that he hadn’t been alone with James in his underwear. In his underwear specifically in front of him. Where he was allowed to look. James’ light brown skin in the moonlight, muscles working as he bent over to pull the paper bag out of his trouser pocket. Regulus loosened his belt and let his trousers slide down, joining the pile of wand and shoes, and stepped toward the pool edge unbuttoning his shirt slowly. James sat and dangled his legs in the pool, which was first-gasp cold, apparently. James had seen him in the locker room. Had touched his chest a bit through clothes, pressed against him at least, that time they kissed and he wasn’t in a binder. He knew he was trans. He wouldn’t touch him if he said no. Leave it on or take it off? How naked did he want to feel? The thought sent a bolt of desire searing through him, making him bold. In for a knut, in for a galleon. He let the shirt slide off as he approached the pool edge and took a steadying breath before unzipping his binder and pulling it off, trying to act nonchalant about it. He sat on the edge of the pool dangerously close to James. The water was cool but not too cold against his bare legs. The breeze was making him very aware of how topless he was and he tried very hard not to hunch his shoulders or cover his small chest. He cleared his throat. James had been staring. At his face. He was a gentleman, but it looked like that was taking some effort. 

  “Shall we?” James held out the gillyweed and Reg took half the slimy strings, grimacing.

  “Cheers,” Regulus smirked, shoving them in his mouth. He chewed as few times as possible to not choke, and swallowed several times. “You didn’t bring anything to drink did you...” Reg tried to say but he sputtered on the last word. James had followed suit and was similarly starting to choke, his lungs and throat rearranging themselves, his hands and feet growing webbed and elongated. It burned and his mouth and throat felt so dry he couldn’t breathe! James was clawing at the sides of his neck and Regulus did the only sensible thing, grabbing James by the shoulders and tipping them both into the pool. 

  It closed over their heads in a great splash and they plummeted down down down in a column of bubbles. Great slits tore in Regulus’s neck on either side and it didn’t hurt so much as it felt very disturbing. Cool water rushed in and he was drowning! No, he was breathing. It felt wrong and right and very strange but he inhaled deliberately, letting the cool water soothe the burn in his dry lungs, trying to calm down. Thrashing and panicking wasn’t going to help. wasn’t going to help. “Isn’t going to help, James!” he tried to say but it’s a string of bubbles in the dark water, swirling around them. James was rubbing his neck and wild eyed, flailing until Regulus grasped his shoulders again. He’s used gillyweed before. This is normal. Reg held James’ eye contact, deliberately pulling in a long breath of water and letting it out. Nodding to James to do the same. James held him back and breathed with him for a moment, then smiled. James held his hand up, wiggling his now webbed fingers and waving his hand to use the fin. He grinned, nodding that he’s ok now.

Somewhere in making sure that James was ok, Reg was breathing easily, gently waving his elongated feet to tread water, remembering how gillyweed feels. They giggled a bit at each other, looking around. The faint blue glow of the viewing room below them illuminated a rainbow of coral, angelfish darting about in small schools, avoiding the small shark lazily lurking. It was a few inches longer than Regulus’s foot, curiously approaching them. James swam down past it, pulling on Regulus’ hand, and started pointing out different fish, eager to see Reg’s reaction.

They were beautiful. So much complexity! Reg tickled an anemone and a stream of giggling bubbles escaped him when it pulled in all its tentacles in response. James waved his webbed hand to make a water current that flushed a school of small transparent cardinalfish out of some kelp, flashing neon blue.

It was magic. They pointed out their favourites to each other, trying not to bother the creatures too much. Trying to see everything they could. When Reg saw an eel poking out from a rock burrow he pointed it out to James, turning to see his reaction. The eel apparently found this rude, flashing like a streak of sparks and giving Reg a little zap. He pulled back with a jolt, sucking on his zapped finger. James was smiling at him fondly and pulled his hand to his own mouth, kissing the fingertips and watching Reg’s reaction. Yes? Reg settled a hand on James’ hip and smiled. Yes. James traced his tongue in a languid circle around the tip of Regulus’s finger and gently sucked it into his mouth, slowly letting it escape as he pulled Reg in to kiss him.

It’s an odd sensation, being able to breathe water as you kiss, it mingled in their mouths and the water around them, strangely intimate, warmed by each other’s bodies, which glowed heat in the pleasant cool dark of the water. Regulus’ tongue slid easily into James’ mouth who welcomed him gladly, caressing and tasting. The intoxicating taste of James Potter. Reg wanted to drink him in. He wrapped an arm tight around James’ waist, the other snaking around the back of his neck to play with his curls and cup the back of his head. “You’re mine now,” the touch said, “I’m keeping you.” James was pliant under his lips, wrapping his strong arms around Reg’s back, hooking his leg up around Reg’s hip. More than willing to accommodate however far he wanted to take this. Regulus’ bare chest pressed into the heat of James’ body felt very vulnerable and the thought ignited a fire in him. “This. I need This,” Reg thinks. “This boy. This magic. This life. Please don’t ever make me let him go. I need him. I need him as part of me. I need to be closer. I need him... inside me. I need to breathe him and taste him and drink him in and...” doesn’t this water feel a bit...wet in his lungs? Ah. the gillyweed. He would have to stop kissing James if he didn’t want to drown.  “I drown in him anyways, what difference does it make?” Reg pulled at James' hip and he responded enthusiastically, grinding into him. Liquid heat flooded his loins and that was too much. Too fast. His body was responding without his permission. Regulus started breathing too quickly and had to pull back. The motion pressed James’ groin into his and he gasped, choking. Shit. His hands were moving more easily through the water now, the webbing shrinking. They were out of time down here. 

  James was still kiss-dazed, lightly stroking Reg’s back, giving him breathing room and keeping him close. Calmly concerned and focused on the pale boy in his arms. Regulus grabbed his wrist and motioned toward the surface. James was starting to look a little distressed too, probably feeling the water in his lungs a bit too much. As their faces broke the surface the night air seared their skin and they both spent a few minutes coughing the water out. As the sputters subsided James flipped to float on his back, gazing up at the sky. When he seemed enraptured, Reg followed suit. The quiet evening was blanketed with stars. Reg reached out and took James’ hand to keep them from floating apart. James asked something about Orion and they chatted astronomy for a few minutes. This moment right here. Regulus wanted to memorize this and keep every part, perfect and unchanging, to live in his heart and keep him warm. This boy. This night. That would never happen again. 

  “Hey! Was macht ihr Jungs da drin?” a rough old voice called from the gate and Regulus went ice cold. Keys were jingling in a lock. Adrenaline shot through them both, sending them scrambling to the edge of the pool. They slipped and splashed, pulling each other out, racing to where they’d left their clothes. James managed to snag his whole pile but Reg’s was less tidy. He scooped up his wand, pants, and shoes before the guard burst through the gate and James pulled him away, the screaming old man close on his heels. Laughing and bumping into each other, dripping salt water and clutching their clothes, they ran for anywhere out of sight to aparate. wet alabaster and golden skin shining in the moonlight as James whooped and Regulus cursed. As soon as they rounded the corner James called, “hold tight!” and wrapped his arms around Reg, spinning in the same movement. Regulus clung to his neck, their belongings crushed between them as they were squeezed and spinning tight tight tight, into the darkness. 

 They landed in the tunnel with a gasp, giggling and shivering, dripping water into the dirt floor, coating their bare feet in mud. James made his way to a small box in the corner where he pulled out folded towels, fluffy and soft, wrapped in a warming spell. 

  “I liked that shirt, damnit,” Reg grumbled, but he smiled. This evening was worth losing every shirt and binder he owned. They hadn’t even gotten arrested.

  “Yeah me too,” James said. He wrapped a towel around Regulus’ shoulders and rubbed them, giggling. Regulus clutched the warm towel, covering his chest, trying to make it look like he was just cold. He gazed into James’ warm hazel eyes for a moment before clearing his throat and turning away to dry himself and dress as much as he could. James rubbed his hair dry, making it stick up in every direction. James pulled a thermos from the box and poured Reg a cup of hot chocolate.

  “You really did have a plan this time,” Regulus mused, giving James a sidelong glance, “Kinda.” 

  James grinned sheepishly, “I tried.” 

  “No I mean it,” Regulus said, as if realizing he did, “You put a lot of thought into this. I thought you only got the gillyweed this morning?"

  “I always put a lot of thought into you,” James smiled for real this time. Earnest and bright and lovely. Regulus felt it warm him to his core.

  “Why did you leave the towels in the tunnel though?”

  “Would ruin the surprise, obviously!”

  “Course. What was I thinking?”

  They chatted and bantered all the way back to Hogwarts. As they emerged from the statue, James insisted on draping them both in the invisibility cloak and walking Regulus back, over his half hearted protests. Sneaking around after dark was one thing, doing so half naked and soaked is something else.

  “You take the rest of the cocoa,” James wrapped Reg’s cold hands around the thermos at the door to the Slytherin common room. 

  “Why did you do all this?” Regulus asked, baffled. “You were going to pull a prank with the gillyweed”

  James had a touch of confusion in his voice as he softly said, “Making you happy is so much better though.”

  “Maybe I should get us more gillyweed,” Regulus joked

  “Maybe I should get better at charming the security cameras,” James laughed, and Regulus chuckled. A soft, intimate sound. Regulus reached up and touched James’ cheek with just his fingertips, wonder shining in his eyes

  “Thank you. For tonight. It was magical. You’re magical.” and he leaned in to give him a lingering, longing kiss. “Goodnight Jamie, ” he whispered, slipping off the towel and handing it to James. He slid into the common room, shutting the door quietly behind him.

  Reg tiptoed across to his dorm, feeling light enough to float there. The door clicked quietly as he slipped inside. Reg stood still and blinked for a moment, letting his eyes adjust to the dark. He took a deep breath. That all really just happened. He reached for his pajamas and Barty turned on the bedside lamp. 

  “Evening.” 

  Reg turned around, shirtless, drenched, at midnight. they stared at each other for a moment before Regulus shrugged.

  “I’m not explaining,” was all he said before heading for the bathroom to get ready for bed.

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i might end up sewing all these little bits together into a longer form fic at some point. i'm not sure that over 4000 words still counts as microfic anyway. i'm sure that will require a fair bit of timeline fiddling and editing to make details congruent, etc. i'm still very much learning this craft and welcome feedback.

i'm intending to write a "several years later" post-war wedding proposal scene with Regulus recreating this date for James. being a spoiled rich kid he just rents out he whole aquarium like you can for weddings and kids sleepovers etc. much less daring, but Reg has done better research on security cameras and magic this time so they can have real privacy

[almostdecaffeinatedfun]

"Jealous" - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 323 words

Regulus leaned in expectantly to kiss James, caressing his face with his hands softly, scared to break the precious smile on his lovingly gorgeous face.

Suddenly, without any warning, James pulled back with a weirdly nervous look on his face mixed with a strange expression of anger.

"Reg, I just, I have to know, have you ever, uh, kissed Barty by any chance?" James questioned awkwardly.

Regulus lowered his hands, completely confused by the quick change in the atmosphere without letting it show on his face. He took a short moment to compose himself lest he sounded hurt and probed the reason for this unnecessary pause that prevented him from kissing his boyfriend, "Why do you ask, James?"

"Well, nothing, really. It's just that Dorcas might have said something earlier today along those lines," James answered, sounding annoyed which was unusual for James. He's rarely annoyed unless it has something to do with Snape.

"Oh, did she? Do you believe her?" Regulus inquired, seeing how far James would be willing to take this.

"I don't. I just have to know. And I don't think Dorcas would lie. Besides, who would want to kiss someone like Barty?" James asked pointedly, scrunching his face in mild irritation.

Regulus realized the issue and decided to go straight for the prize, he asked smirking, "Are you jealous, James?"

"I'm not jealous, just curious." James declared in mock offence.

Regulus let it go, deciding that James could deny it all he wanted if that was what gave him peace.

Ten minutes later, they were right back where they started. Their lips met and James withdrew harsher this time. He got up from the sofa and distanced himself.

Without meeting Regulus' eyes, James growled, "I just need to know, Reg. Have you or have you not kissed Barty?"

Regulus burst into laughter. James looked at him in confusion. In between fits of laughter, Regulus exclaimed, "Salazar! You are jealous.”

[my-castles-crumbling]

dare - Jegulus Microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 188

"I just want to be sure you know," Sirius says, looking stressed, "he's off-limits. Like, completely. Not even a weird look, Prongs."

"Alright, alright," James drawls, leaning back in the booth they're sitting in. "I'm not an animal, Pads, I can restrain myself."

"Yeah, but, he's very much your type," Sirius says, waving his hands in the air.

James tilts his head. "My type? What do you-?"

But then the most beautiful man in the world enters his field of vision. He's all dark curls and silver eyes, his expression haughty and sullen. His small frame makes James was to pick him up and throw him over his shoulder, and right away, he realizes why Sirius was worried. Because all of his brain cells seem to have disappeared.

"Sirius. Sirius's friend," Regulus greets shortly, and James feels hot allover at the snub, because yes he does indeed like them a bit mean.

"Regulus. Pads has told me so much about you," James starts, a huge, adoring grin on his face.

"Don't you dare," Sirius whispers through gritted teeth.

But Regulus is already smirking, his eyes glued to James's.

[vinylfoxbooks]

December 4 - Allergic | @into-the-jeggyverse | wc: 479

“I’m allergic to cats, you asshole!” Sirius screeches when his brother jumps up onto his lap, “I don’t care if its’ in animagus form, you have fucking cat germs and issues.”

“Sirius?” Lily asks, walking into the common room, “Why are you yelling at a cat?” 

Sirius pouts, “It’s James’ fucking cat and he hates me. I’m allergic to cats his favourite activity is to fucking jump on my lap and scratch me when James isn’t around.” 

“James has a cat?” 

He groans, “Yeah, it’s one of the cats around the castle that just wanders in sometimes. His favourite person is James, so he’s James’ cat- OW, you dick,” he sneers at the cat, “Get off my fucking lap, James is going to be here any minute.” The cat hisses at him, bringing his claws out and starting to make biscuits on his thigh, “That fucking hurts, dude.” 

“Do you think the cat hates you because you hate it?” 

Sirius shakes his head, “No, I don’t hate him, I just think that this cat can hear and knows that I don’t want to be around cats.” 

“How unfortunate is it to be allergic to cats and live in a castle where there are so many cats just wandering around.” Pete comments, walking up to the couch that Sirius is pinned to by the cat, reaching down to pet it and getting scratched immediately, pulling his hand away. 

“I’m just glad that I’m not going to die from it,” Sirius shakes his head. Just as he finishes, the portrait swings open and James stroll into the room, smiling when they see the cat in Sirius’ lap. 

“Leo!” They cheer, walking to grab the little black cat from their best friend’s lap, bringing the cat to their face and pressing a kiss to his little forehead. They turn back to Sirius and Pete, “He wasn’t too hard on you guys, was he?” 

“He’s always an asshole to me,” Sirius pouts. James laughs gently, moving their hold on the cat so he’s cradled in their arms, nods to Lily, and heads up towards the dorm. 

As soon as they’re in the dorm, Regulus jumps down from James’ arms and transforms, pulling them to his chest once he has his bearings. James smiles down at him, “You can’t just bully your brother when I’m not there.”

“I’m his brother, I can do as I please to him,” 

“He’s allergic to cats, and I really don’t want to have to deal with him complaining that he can’t breathe for the rest of the day because you’re being a dick.” 

Regulus shrugs, “I don’t have to deal with it, so it’s not my problem.” 

James rolls their eyes, leaning down to kiss him gently before pulling away and heading to put their cloak down on their bed, “You’re ridiculous.” 

“You love me.”

“For some reason.”

[onthemerits]

denial - 246 words - daily microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse

"--is a river in Egypt," Peter joked, eyeing James and Regulus where they sat on the other side of the pool.

They weren't doing anything, strictly speaking, just sitting up on the chaise lounge chairs, facing each other.

As Sirius watched, James leaned forward, hands on his knees.

And Regulus didn't lean away. He just narrowed his eyes and gestured emphatically with his hands.

"It is a bit odd," Remus conceded.

Peter shot a mischievous look at Sirius.

"I wonder if they know they're flirting--"

"They're not flirting," Sirius snapped. "They're arguing."

As if to prove his point, Regulus stood up and stormed off without so much as a backward glance.

Sirius shot Peter a told-you-so look.

"Reg!" James called. After a moment of apparent indecision, he jogged after Regulus.

Sirius looked down, his face twisted in annoyance. What the hell was James doing calling Regulus "Reg"?

And if James didn't quite manage to get all the way out of sight before catching Regulus by the waist and pulling him in... and if Remus and Peter watched, wide-eyed, as Regulus turned with a glare and wrapped his arms around James' neck... and if James and Regulus kissed right there, just barely still visible to the three boys by the pool... well that was no one's business but their own.

It certainly wasn't Sirius', Remus and Peter seemed to agree with just a shared look. He could live in denial for a little while longer.

[toujoursrab]

Prompt: Miss (@into-the-jeggyverse) | Pairing: Jegulus | Word Count: 476

“I miss Regulus.” James whined, turning from his back to lay on his side so he could face Sirius. His best friend was laying next to him, staring up at the glow in the dark stars on the ceiling. It was almost embarrassing, but the constellation Leo glowed particularly bright in comparison to the rest.

“Prongs, dating my brother is one thing, hearing you whine about him all summer is another.”   

James let out a sigh. “I hear you whine about Moony all the time, even when he’s in the same room. I haven’t spoken to Regulus since the train, it’s been three weeks.” They couldn’t even send letters, but James had been writing them anyway with the thought he could give them to Regulus once they were back at Hogwarts. Regulus liked reading, so James had taken to writing him notes and letters that he snuck into his robes or bag during term. He wasn’t allowed to send owls to Grimmauld Place, so they were currently in a no contact situation. “Do you think he misses me?”

“Oh yeah, knowing my brother he’s going mad without you.”  Sirius paused, twisting his lips. “Although descending into madness isn’t strange for a Black, it’s quite common. I blame the inbre—” he was cut off by a loud, quick series of knocks at James’s bedroom window.

James and Sirius shared a curious glance. “Expecting anyone?” The younger asked rhetorically before rolling out of bed, grabbing his wand and waving it to turn on the light as he went to the window. James pulled back the curtains, hazel eyes widening. “Regulus?” he immediately opened the window, helping the sixteen year old climb into his room from the outside. “How did you—this is the second floor…”

“I’m aware, James. I climbed—”

“Most people use the door.” Sirius commented, not letting his own surprise show at the sight of his brother as he sat up on the bed. His eyes darkened, gaze intense as he eyed Regulus’ body for any sight of physical injury, only relaxing when he came to the conclusion there were none.

James was doing the same, his hands roaming the sides of Regulus’ torso, still in disbelief that he was actually here in his room. “Are you alright, Reg? Did something happen?”

“No—nothing happened. I’m—I’m fine. I just… you know.” Regulus grabbed for James’ hands to hold them into his. “I missed you.” He didn’t say anything more before he leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss against James’ lips which the Gryffindor happily returned.

“No! No! No! NO! NOOOOO! Rule number six of dating my brother clearly states ‘no kissing in front of Sirius’!” Sirius grabbed the pillow that was beneath his head, throwing it right at their grinning faces. “You both have to put a galleon in the jar now!”

[accio-sriracha]

The Not-So-Near Future

@into-the-jeggyverse ~ Prompt: Warn ~ Word Count: 468

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Pandora stared off into the distance, the sounds of her friends' bickering falling away.

She was having a vision.

This in itself wasn't unusual, being a seer as she was.

But the contents? Very strange.

"James!" Regulus' voice called, its quality hazy as they usually were in her daydreams.

James turned, his eyes brightened. Pandora thought it sweet, he always seemed happier when looking at Regulus.

"Hey, Reggie."

Regulus scrunched his nose at the nickname, not unfondly,

"I was wondering if you wanted to go out on a date to hogsmeade again?" He lowered his voice, "Maybe find some alone time?"

There was a seductive air to his words.

Pandora froze in her armchair.

They were together?

James agreed, they kissed.

The vision flashed forward.

Regulus and James were walking now, she couldn't make out where, she assumed somewhere in Hogsmeade.

The rain began to pour, neither of them had prepared for bad weather. They were freezing. Regulus was shaking badly.

Pandora frowned.

Regulus should remember to take a jacket. She doesn't want to get him to get sick, especially if he was trying to plan some...

Her brain didn't want to think the words 'alone time' in reference to someone who was practically her family.

"Regulus." She spoke up suddenly, tuning back into her surroundings.

She had cut someone off, nobody seemed to mind, they usually listened when she spoke.

"I have to warn you, you should bring a jacket. It's going to rain."

"Another vision?" Barty asked, his head resting in her brother's lap. Evan played with his hair idly.

She nodded, "The rain would ruin your date, I don't want you to get sick."

The words caused an uncomfortable silence. Regulus cleared his throat,

"My date?"

She frowned again. Had he not said date?

No, she was positive. He specifically used the words 'go out on a date again'. This implied there had been at least one prior.

"With Potter." She clarified.

Barty shot out of Evan's lap, staring at Regulus in disbelief,

"You never told me you're going out with Potter!"

Regulus' eyes went wide, "I didn't even know!" He shouted back, "It hasn't happened yet!"

"You like him?" Evan asked, eyebrow raised.

Regulus flushed scarlet, he shrugged, refusing to reply.

"Hmm... I suppose my eye has been growing stronger, the vision must have been further in the future than I expected." She shrugged, looking back to Regulus, "Enjoy your dates, but remember to bring a jacket, please."

Regulus' jaw dropped at the mention of dates, plural, and he quickly had to defend himself from Barty, who had launched across the common room at him.

Pandora stopped listening again, the song playing in her head was very good, she hummed along to it as her brother jumped up off the couch to help Reg.

[cookihearts]

POV: Me everyday waiting for cas's micro fics

@my-castles-crumbling

[mistress-violence]

Prompt: Magazine from @into-the-jeggyverse (August 27)

Word count: 569 words

Pairing: Jegulus (modern AU)

⚠️ Warnings: masturbation assumptions

Regulus had already started unpacking the kitchen utensils while James, Sirius and Remus brought the last boxes into the house. He wanted to offer his brother and his brother's fiancé a tea after they offered to help him and James move in their new apartment. He forgot how chaotic the three of them can be when they are together though, which is why all the boxes were mixed up and out of place.

He managed to find the cups and cutlery in the bathroom and the kettle in the bedroom, but he wasn't successful in locating the kettle yet. He set aside a box full of books and one of toiletries, hoping the one at the bottom would be what he was looking for. Regulus raised his eyebrows when instead of the kettle he found a box with "College" written on it.

He knew it wasn't his, but the curiosity was too big. He took the scissors and cut the strip of tape from the top before opening it. Inside were things Regulus had expected: James' old football gear, his graduation album, pictures of James and his friends during college, little things that held memories from his student years. While looking among the small plush toys won at the carnivals and the penis-shaped magnets received at every birthday for the past 10 years (an inside joke in their group of friends), Regulus discovered something at the bottom.

James entered the front door with two boxes in hand, which he immediately placed in the hall. He briefly searched for Regulus around until he found him in the living room, looking over a Playboy magazine. His Playboy magazine from college...

Regulus immediately lifted his head with a look that was hard to describe. It was something between repressed anger, confusion and desire for blood.

"I can explain!" James said immediately, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

Regulus didn't say anything, just popped his tongue and turned the open magazine towards James.

"What's going on here?" Sirius asked, appearing from behind James with a box in hand.

His gaze ran to the magazine and his mouth opened. It was an ad for Obscurius, a perfume from the Black family beauty line. Regulus' picture took up the entire page, with an expression that would make even a professional model jealous. It was a part of Regulus' dark past, when he was still under his mother's shoe, a loyal servant of Black beauty company. All kinds of hearts were drawn over the picture with red permanent marker.

"Can you explain this to me, Potter?" Regulus said, pressing each syllable.

"I swear I've had it since before I met you, Reg, I bought it for the tits!" James tried to defend himself, taking a step back.

"Why is the page sticky? What did you do with it, Potter?"

"I think I hear my phone ringing. Excuse me!"

"James Fleamont Potter, go right back and tell me why the pages are sticky!" Regulus shouted, running after his lover.

"What's with all this noise?" asked Remus, bringing the last boxes into the house.

Sirius was standing in the doorway, his hand over his mouth and a visible shock on his face. He received too much information about his friend's old habits than he wanted to know.

"Let's go home, now," Sirius hissed, trying to leave the apartment as quickly as possible with a confused Remus behind him.

[ultravioletbrit]

“mouth” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 306 words

“baking” - 25 Days of Jegumas - Day 20 - @noblehouseofgay

Baking cookies is reasonably easy and being with James is even easier. Their conversations come naturally, and silences are always comfortable, and tonight is no different. They talk about everything and nothing while they start measuring and combining ingredients. James does the measuring; Regulus does the mixing.

Regulus is whisking and James steps up behind him to look over his shoulder, letting his hands find their rightful home on Regulus’ hips. “You are doing a fantastic job.” James tells him.

Regulus rolls his eyes. “I’m mixing butter and sugar together, it’s not a hard job.”

“And an egg!” James is mockingly outraged that Regulus didn’t mention the egg.

Regulus huff a laugh, “Sorry, and an egg.” He corrects himself. “Will you get the flour?” Regulus turns his head to ask James, and he sees a mischievous smile grow on his face. “And no flour fights.” He adds.

“But—” James whines.

“James.” Regulus warns with a smile.

James huffs, “Fine.” And he kisses the side of Regulus’ neck before he steps away to get the flour.

James adds the rest of the ingredients to Regulus’ bowl, successfully not starting a flour fight. Regulus does end up with flour on the tip of his nose, but he lets it slide.

James’ job is done so he hops up on the counter and starts tossing chocolate chips in the air and catching them in his mouth. Regulus just shakes his head with a fond smile while he starts scooping the cookie dough onto the baking sheet.

They continue to talk and banter about everything and nothing and it’s just easy. These are some of Regulus’ favorite moments with James. When they can just be together, doing something together, but not really doing much of anything. Nothing’s really happening, but for Regulus, these are the moments that mean everything.  

[psychoticallykind]

Everything

"Mouth" - Jegulus Microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 326 words

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"Okay, open."

Regulus followed the instruction without looking up from his phone, tasting the wonderful blend of spices from the chili James was making.

"Wow."

Regulus glanced at Barty. "What?"

Barty shook his head. "Nothing. You just -" he gestured at James. "Let him put things in your mouth? Without checking to see what it is?"

Regulus shrugged. "Yes."

"What if it was vanilla or oil or something?" Barty asked, eyes a little wide.

"It wouldn't be," Regulus replied. He trusted James with everything. Plus, James always made really good chili.

Barty twisted to look at Evan. "Would you trust me that much?"

Evan gave him a look. "What do you think?"

Barty shrugged. "Fair enough."

Sirius looked at Remus, who just nodded.

Regulus shook his head. "That's a bad choice. You'll end up poisoned."

"Oi!" Sirius exclaimed. "I would never poison Moony."

"It would be an accident," Regulus clarified. "Not your fault. Blame the extraordinary level of ADHD."

Sirius frowned, looking over at Remus again.

Remus just smiled. "I'd be okay with you poisoning me, sweetheart. Don't worry about it."

"That's not trust," Evan commented. "It's just a frighteningly low level of self-preservation."

Remus gave him an unimpressed look. "You don't get to talk about self-preservation and also live with him," he replied, nodding at Barty.

Barty opened his mouth, looking vaguely offended, but then shrugged. "Yeah, fair."

James handed Regulus a bowl with a kiss on his forehead. "I'll get you a drink."

"Thank you." Regulus smiled softly at his boyfriend, taking the offered drink moments later. "You're perfect."

James gave him a fond smile in return. "Not next to you, I'm not."

"Do we also get food?" Barty spoke up. "Or is this a favoritism thing?"

James hummed, not looking away from Regulus. "Definitely a favoritism thing."

"Oh?" Regulus asked, tilting his head. "Am I your favorite, then?"

James laughed, eyes soft. "Definitely, love." He kissed the tip of Regulus's nose. "My favorite everything."

[seriousaboutsiriusblack]

James: *kissing Regulus aggressively* Sirius: *Walks in* Hi! James: … Regulus: … Sirius: bye! *Slams door*

[thundersarts]

starchaser microfic - sep 9 - curl | @into-the-jeggyverse | wc: 998

Over two years of dating– alongside a whole decade of knowing each other – had given Regulus enough experience of reading James' telltales to know when he was needed. Most importantly, it had given James the security and comfort to ask for help when it was needed.

It did take a while, though, before he could let himself do it.

James was a steady force, a hand to hold onto, a lifeline. He was safety, he was a breeze of cold air on a hot day and the fireplace when the chill approached without warning. He would make sure the people he cared about knew they could reach out for him whenever they needed, without shame or judgment.

The times when they did reach out, he kept his words like an oath. James listened, held, comforted, distracted and gave advice– whichever was either needed or wanted the most at the given time. And it was always fine, really. Fine.

Until the moment prompted him to be the one opening up.

He gets it, he really does. Baring your soul open for someone feels less scary when the energy is matched. Trading secrets, a story for a story, all of that.

At these times, he feels like he mastered the art of deflecting. Whether it is tossing it off with a joke, circling back to the subject they were beforehand or straight up lying with a small everything is fine, don't worry.

Unfortunately, there's only so much you can keep within yourself before it overflows, or so he learned.

When it happened, he wasn't alone, though he was supposed to be.

His and Regulus' shared flat was meant to be empty until monday, when Regulus would come back from Narcissa's place after spending the weekend to meet his newborn cousin. Only some minutes past two of that cloudy sunday, instead, Regulus showed up to find James still on the bed of their bedroom and a stream of seemingly endless tears wetting his cheeks.

What felt like ages of spilled tears and slurred words through sobs and hiccups filling the bedroom eventually turned into soft spoken words of encouragement while James spoke his mind through whispers that Regulus could only hear because James had his head buried in the crook of Regulus' neck while he was curled into his embrace.

It was a steady– as steady as getting better can be, with all of its ups and downs – development until they got to the point they were, where James spoke instead of whispered that he wasn't feeling well, where he would ask to be held instead of reaching out for touch and crossing his fingers in hopes that Regulus randomly wanted to hug him for hours on end as much as James needed to be hugged then.

So, when James came home early from uni after skipping half of his classes for the day, finding Regulus sitting on the couch with a book and a green highlighter on hand and the TV long forgotten on a show he was rewatching, he didn't hesitate to ask.

"Can you lie down with me for a bit?"

Regulus nodded and closed his book with the highlighter between the pages. James leaned down to take off his shoes and put them aside, and was met with a warm hand caressing his cheek and a chast kiss at the corner of his mouth when he looked up again.

Regulus smiled softly at him. "Want me to make some tea before we go to bed?"

He shook his head, putting his arms around his boyfriend. "I'd take some hot chocolate when it gets colder tonight, though."

James felt more than heard Regulus snort, but he would feel his body relaxed near his to know there was probably a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. Once he let go of the embrace, Regulus held his hand and pulled him all the way to their bedroom, leaving the light off and closing the curtains to keep them in the dark after a questioning glance to James, who just nodded at the silent question.

"How do you want me?" he asked, gently pushing James down until he was sitting in the bed and he was looking down at him, hands toying with the overgrown hair at the back of his head.

James put his hands on each side of Regulus' waist and maneuvered them around until Regulus ended up leaning on his back with his legs spread, James fitting right in the space between them, lying face down, head resting on Regulus' chest and his arms around his midriff. It took no time at all for Regulus' hands to busy themselves with his hair, playing with his curls while James hummed softly to the feeling.

It didn't take long until words were flowing out of James' mouth. He told him about the rude teacher, who seemed to take pleasure in humiliating half of his class during the presentation of a project – James included –, the way the team was on edge after their keeper got injured and everyone seemed to be taking the stress of the situation out on each other, a disagreement with Marlene thanks to it…

Regulus listened quietly, humming and dropping comments every once in a while and offering to hex said teacher and maybe ask Peter for advice and prank him like you and the boys did back in Hogwarts.

That got a laugh out of James, and when he looked up to meet Regulus' eyes, he knew from the smug smile that that was exactly the reaction he wanted to pull out of him.

And, damn it, James loved him for it. And for a whole lot more, too.

He let go of Regulus to brace himself on the bed and reach up to kiss him, slow and gentle, just a warm brush of lips that had James feeling weak all over.

It's here, he thought. It's here that I want to stay.

[my-castles-crumbling]

museum - Jegulus Microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 146

"Hmm, okay," James said, thinking a bit before posing his next question. "Worst first date?"

They'd finally been able to go on an official date after hiding away for so long. Both were basking in the happiness of it, staring at each other over their meals in the small restaurant, simply enjoying being together.

"Hm..." Regulus pretended to ponder, before answering. "This one bloke took me to a museum. It was dreadfully boring."

James's mouth popped open and his eyes widened. "But we...we just went to.."

Regulus's serious expression broke into a teasing grin. "Joking. I had a lovely time, James."

The other man gaped before bursting into laughter. "Merlin, Reg, you scared me!" he chuckled, eyes bright and expression adoring.

"My actual worst first date was definitely when Mother tried to arrange my marriage to Pandora," Regulus continued calmly, grinning.

James choked on his food.