#jegulus fluff

[missmoonfrost]

Butterflies - a jegulus microfic

@into-the-jeggyverse - February 22: Dungeons - Words: 182

James anxiously walked back and forth in the abandoned dungeon between the kitchen and the Slytherin dorms. Why wasn’t Regulus there yet?

Maybe he wasn’t coming?

Sneaking around and seeing each other in secret, sharing only knowing glances when they passed each other in daylight, might have been nothing more than a game to Regulus. A fun distraction that he now had grown tired of. That James rather tore his heart out than lived without Regulus didn’t mean he felt the same.

In fact, why would he? Regulus was talented, handsome and rich – he could have anyone he wanted. Why choose James?

A shimmering light stirred James out of his worrying. It seemed to grow. A golden butterfly fluttered in, spreading a faint glow around it. Soon a whole swarm of butterflies lit up the ceiling of the dungeon. James gaped.

When he managed to detach his gaze from the beautiful scene, Regulus stood in the doorway with his wand in his hand, arms crossed and a smile on his face.

“I learned how to do that for you,” he said softly.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 22 - Preoccupied

@jegulus-microfic February 22, Word count 447

Previous part First part

Suffice to say that James and Regulus gave Remus an extended amount of time to reason with Sirius. It wasn’t until the next morning that they rushed out of the come-and-go room to go to their separate dorm rooms to change and collect the things they would need for a day of lessons. James picked up the hearty file that he, Sirius and Peter had put together over the years that they were attempting to figure out how to become animagi. He smiled fondly at the scuffed leather they’d wrapped all the parchment in. They’d spend hours copying passages from heavy volumes in the library. It had been Peter who, in the dead of night, somehow managed to sneak into the restricted section and find the exact book they needed. After that, the real work began. 

“Hey, time to get up,” James said, kicking the side of Remus’s bed before doing the same to Peters. He left the room to the sounds of grumbling and tired groans. He wouldn’t have time to find Regulus for the next few hours because of their schedules, but he wanted to make sure he could give him their notes and go through them with him wherever they ended up that evening. 

He was so preoccupied with his thoughts about Regulus that he didn’t see the person coming around the corner and walked straight into them, knocking them to the ground. “Oh, sorry,” He apologised, reaching out automatically to help the person up. Severus Snape glared up at him, shaking his greasy hair out of his eyes. 

“Watch where you’re going, Potter,” He snarled. James reached down and grabbed his arms, pulling him to his feet. Snape had dropped his book and James stooped to pick it up. He froze when he saw the title. ‘A hundred ways to kill a werewolf.’ 

“You’re disgusting, you know,” James spat at the other boy. “He’s literally never done anything to you. It’s always been me and Sirius,” 

“Guilty by association,” Snape hissed, attempting to snatch his book back from James. But James wasn’t having it. He threw the book high into the air and blasted it apart. He set the remnants on fire just to be certain Snape couldn’t put the pages together again. 

“Remus is too smart to fall for anything in that book; he’d kill you before you could even raise your wand,” He brushed past Snape, almost knocking him to the ground again as he stormed away. Regulus becoming an animagus suddenly seemed a lot more important, because if Snape really thought he could get to Remus, one more person in their group could be the difference between life and death.  

[mxgnum]

Regulus Black was never emotional.

Not when his mother deemed him too old for stuffed toys.

Not when Sirius left him in that hell-hole of a house.

Not when Andromeda's name was blasted from the tree for marrying tonks.

Not when his mother put him under the cruciatus curse for not being pristine enough.

He thought he had forgotten how to cry.

That lasted until James Potter stood in front of him with a completely annotated version of "The Picture of Dorian Gray", all because he had mentioned once how romantic it would be if someone annotated a book he liked for him to read and know their thoughts- That was an year ago when they first started going out together. James had remembered and had done it for him.

Regulus cried then, in the comforting arms of his boyfriend, thankful that for once he didn't have to be strong and would be loved for who he was.

[billi-mausi]

James (simp) Potter you’ll always have my heart.

(Show some love on IG too if you want)

[probs-reading]

Regulus is a little shit and when he and James started hooking up, he always downplayed how much he liked him. Imagine HOW MORTIFIED he was when James opened his sketchbook to look at a drawing of a pretty flower he glanced at and ended up finding numerous sketches Regulus had done of James,some of them even dating back to before the two had started being romantically involved. Not only that, there was also so much delicacy,details, and softness to the way Regulus captured the glint of Jame's eyes,his dimples,his messed up hair. Regulus tried to convince him that "it was just practice Potter" and that "you just always happened to be there Potter" but James had the most SMUG LITTLE GRIN on his face for the rest of the day

[jeguluses]

regulus waking up and snuggling up to james’ back thinking he is still asleep but as soon as he makes contact, he feels a full body shudder go through his husband.

“james? what’s wrong? are you…are you crying?”

regulus’ heart breaks when there’s only a sob in response.

“baby? tell me what’s wrong. what happened, jamie?” regulus sits up, leaning over james’ body and inspecting his tear stained face for any hint of what caused him to wake up like this.

james shakes his head, smiling sheepishly through the wetness on his face. “i’m okay.”

regulus frowns, feeling helpless. “don’t lie to me. you’re obviously not okay.”

“no, really, i’m fine. i promise. “ james turns so they’re facing each other, reaching up to place both hands on regulus’ cheeks, releasing a sigh filled with contentment.

“but why are you crying?”

at this, james giggles bashfully. “it’s just that we have such a beautiful life, regulus. no one understands me like you do. no one loves me like you do and no one ever could love me like you. we’ve invested so much effort into making this house perfect for us.“

“our wedding was a dream come true. not to mention, we’re raising the coolest and smartest people i’ve ever met in my life. i never get sick of it honestly,” james tells regulus, sighing again and moving into his personal space in order to rest his head on regulus’ thigh.

regulus’ chest feels warm at the honest love in james’ voice. he slips his fingers into his husband’s hair, softly detangling the knots from sleeping. “i don’t understand. that makes you sad?”

james closes his eye as he says, “i’m just so happy. so grateful to have met you.”

regulus feels nauseated with the amount of affection that wells up inside of him at james’ candid words. he’s not even trying to smooth talk regulus, he truly feels this way.

shit. now, regulus wants to cry.

“i’m really happy too,” he whispers, still petting james’ curls.

“you are?” james asks, not disbelieving but wanting confirmation all the same.

regulus smiles even though james cannot see. “very happy.”

“good,” james hums. “thank you.”

“for what?”

“for respecting me and trusting me. for caring for me and making me a better person.”

james sighs a third time as regulus digs his fingers into his scalp the way he likes. “for loving me.”

“it has, and will continue to be,” regulus says, mirroring james’ conviction, “and honor to love and be loved by you, james potter.”

[starrysillhoutte]

Regulus is 100% one of those people who freaks the fuck out whenever he realises he has a crush like this man full-on goes into hibernation and will not speak to them for days. he also has about 19 meltdowns a week and refuses to do so much as breathe in their general direction

when he realizes he’s in love with James fucking Potter, of all people all hell breaks loose

[hidden-for-reg]

September 9: carry | @jegulus-microfic | word count: 190

“Jamie, pleeeease.”

“Reg…”

“I’ll break up with you if you don’t.”

“Reg!”

“James, I might die.”

James’ laugh almost bubbled over and spilled out, but he held it in stoically. Regulus would kill him for laughing at him right now.

Regulus gave James a death stare so intense others might have cried from. Not James though. James merely smiled and finally relented.

“Okay, yes, I’ll carry you for a bit,” James told his boyfriend, who had been dragging his feet through the amusement park for the last hour. 

“Finally,” Regulus groaned, hopping up on James’ back and swinging his legs to circle James’ waist.

James caught him and squeezed his thighs lightly. He loved carrying him around like this. And he knew Regulus liked to be carried. So it worked out pretty well for them.

“So which ride did you want to go on next, love?” James asked.

“The one with the snakes,” his boyfriend answered sweetly, angry tone completely evaporated now that he’d gotten his wish.

“That one’s on the other side of the park…” James said slowly.

“I know.”

God, James loved that man. Truly. Bless his soul.

[dreamer0903]

Regulus (in a moment of softeness): I want to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives.

James : I wake up at 4:30 AM every day for Quidditch practice

Regulus: I want to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives.

[venus-sqturn]

dilf james where every mom at harrys primary school is just uncomfortably flirting w/ james and one day regulus picks harry up instead and every mom is like “what happened to james, where is he??” “why is there another man picking up harry??” to the point regulus is just like “lmao im james husband”

[accio-sriracha]

Regulus getting top surgery and James INSISTING on taking care of him throughout his recovery.

James carrying him bridal style around the house and Regulus getting completely fed up with it

"Getting my tits chopped off doesn't effect my legs, James. I can walk just fine."

James running him baths and making him breakfast in bed.

Regulus worried about having no shirt at the beach once he recovered

James making a point to glare any time someone looked in their general direction at the beach.

James being the type to carry period products in his backpack and not minding going to the store to buy them.

Very non-toxic masculinity from both of them we love to see it.

James being very doting and loving towards Regulus during his recovery.

(He's normally like this, but now it's almost scary)

Regulus pretending to hate the extra attention but (not so secretly) feeling loved and cared for

Regulus being more of a cuddler than usual and James being happy to ablige.

James being a little more needy than usual since he's refusing to *sleep* with Regulus until he's completely healed.

James making Regulus tea and cuddling on the couch with him to watch movies, propping him up on pillows for support and comfort.

They just make me so soft I swear-

[alpha-canis-major]

James:*accidentally walking into Regulus* Oh hey Reg, how are you?

Regulus:*scowling* watch where you're going Potter

Later

James: I just don't think he likes me Moons, and I don't know what to do with myself because I like him so so so much

Remus: It'll be alright Prongs, and maybe it's better this way so Sirius doesn't kill you

James: Yeah, maybe

Meanwhile

Regulus: I just like him so much

Evan: We know

Regulus: Every single thought I have is about him

Barty: Yes, we know

Regulus: I wish he would just slam me against the wall and have his way with me

Dorcas: Regulus you say this every single day we are aware

Regulus: He's just so ARRRGGGAAARRGGGG and I want to EAT him I need this man biblically he makes me feral

[bralnwashed]

proud supporter of "Regulus calls James baby"

[missmoonfrost]

Husband privilege - a jegulus microfic

@into-the-jeggyverse - January 30: Wait - Words: 238

Regulus heaves himself up over the edge of the cliff and panting lays down with his arms out and eyes closed. He never wants to see a cliffside again. He doesn’t even want to think about how high over the ground they are.

“Well done! That was -“

Regulus interrupts James' cheering and praising:

“Remind me why I agreed to do this for a honeymoon.”

James only chuckles.

The truth is that the two-week trip to Greece that James has arranged is great. Every morning they go on some kind of adventure. They spend the afternoons by the pool, where James alternates sunbathing and swimming while Regulus reads in the shade with drinks and fresh fruit brought out whenever he wishes. In the evenings they stroll through markets and among ancient ruins.

“Baby? Could you help me out of this climbing harness?”

“Do it yourself! Can’t you see I almost died?” Regulus continues to grouse, but he knows James will pick up on the smile in his voice.

“Oh, poor baby. I better leave you alone and seek my help somewhere else then.”

Regulus open one eye and peeks at James’ who is approaching the climbing instructor but turns and looks at him with one eyebrow raised.

“Wait!”

Regulus quickly gets on his feet and catches James with his arms around his waist from behind. “New rule. Only I can help you out of tight-fitting garments. Husband privilege.”

[slightly-more-valid-prongs]

“james, please come to bed.”

james spins in the desk chair, his short brown hair tousled with a headphone dent across the middle of his head. “i want to. i really do, but i need to finish this.” he checks the clock on his laptop, yawning widely before reaching for his coffee. “it’s due tomorrow morning.”

regulus rolls himself out of bed, groaning as he walks across the room to place himself in james’ lap, wrapping his legs around the boy’s waist. “but i’m sleepy.” he mutters into his neck, struggling to keep his eyes open. “i’ll just stay here.” he whispers, closing his eyes as james strokes his hair before returning to typing.

“sweet dreams, reggie.”

[sommerregenjuniluft]

@jegulus-microfic april 1 - spring - 1340 words (of domestic bliss with little harry)

Sundays are slow in the Potter household.

One would think James doesn’t like the pace of it, always having to do something usually, always active, moving around or talking, tugging at his loved ones or caressing their skin, but he does. It hasn’t always been this way but with getting older and especially since they’ve become parents James had noticed how his body and mind welcomed the one break in the week to just shut off and recharge.

They’ve fought their way through a cloudy March and with the arrival of April, spring is finally here. 

James loves spring. People always assume it’s summer—and credit to them, because he does—but there’s just something about the rebirth of everything that comes after the long gloomy fall and icey winter period. The birds chirp with their return and in search for a mate, insects buzz lively and everything brightens with colour. 

Like clockwork, Harry appears in the threshold of the master bedroom at around 7 am, deer plushie in a tight grip by the antlers, his dark mob of hair messy as anything. He drowsily rubs the sleep from his eyes, face squished and James sometimes thinks he might die from how adorable their four year old is.

He grabs his glasses, pushes back the sheets and plants a gentle kiss on Regulus’ cheek where he’s still knocked out like the dead and smushed into his pillow.

Harry pads wordlessly into the living room, James hot on his trail. Though while Harry goes in search of a children’s book for James to read to him, James makes a detour to the kitchen. He fills them two bottles with the tea they let out on the counter overnight, preparing one for Regulus as well for when he wakes up. He cuts up some fruit and vegetables and grabs the packets of rice cakes and crackers from the pantry, loading it all on a tray before he sets on to the living room.

Harry is already curled under the big fleece blanket they keep there, grinning when James rounds the corner with their pre-breakfast.

“Morning, dada,” he greets, sweetly.

James’ chest swells. “Morning, pumpkin,” he returns, pressing a kiss into Harry’s hair, setting down the tray. Before he takes his place next to his son he walks over to open the big terrasse glass doors. 

“How’d you sleep?” James asks, plopping down next to Harry who immediately snuggles closer, plushie still in hand.

“Good,” Harry sighs contently and James can’t help himself when he brushes some of his hair back from his forehead and kisses him again. “Can you read to me?”

It’s a hidden object book but James knows what he means. He grins, “’Course, Hazza.”

They do just that for a bit, James describing what’s going on on the pages, creating a story for recurring characters. Skipping back and forth with Harry randomly pointing out another happening of the drawing while he’s munching away on his rice cakes and cucumbers and the occasional grape. 

It’s still mildly cool, especially when a faint breeze picks up, moving the grass outside and swishing inside but Harry’s still wearing long pyjamas and James knows he’ll tell him if he’s too cold. He simply burrows further under the blanket and into his father’s side. James runs hot anyways.

When Harry decides they’re done with books James puts on a nature documentary for them.

They’re teaching about the strength of some rainforest ant species when Regulus shuffles into the room, arms wrapped around himself and eyes nearly closed.

“Morning, Papa,” Harry whispers excitedly, already wiggling out of James’ embrace even though he knows Regulus will join them there in just a moment.

A smile tugs at Regulus’ lips as he blinks his eyes open, dark lashes fluttering agonisingly beautifully and giving way to soft grey. James swears they get a little more blue every time right around his birthday, like Regulus is just another subject to the changes of spring.

“Mornin’,” Regulus sighs happily when he squeezes Harry against his chest, peppering the side of his head with kisses until he pulls away, tugging Regulus along to James.

His eyes are already closed again when Regulus nuzzles into the crook of James’ neck, pressing a kiss there before he gets comfortable.

“Morning, love,” James murmurs, voice thick with adoration, audible even to himself, and he strokes Regulus’ exposed arm softly.

The spell of Sunday is thick in the air, heavy in their bones. 

Harry, usually the most lively child, always animatedly talking about something or the other, giggling, making jokes or doing mischief, is quiet now too. It’s routine, the way he grabs for Regulus’ arm and squeezes between his two dads, waiting for James to absently card his fingers through their hair and send them back to their slumbers.

It doesn’t take longer than five minutes before Harry’s breaths are deepening and it’s marvellous. Magical in the way that Regulus’ presence seems to calm him so much it pulls him back into another nap.

James smiles so wide, looking down at them like that for so long that his cheeks start straining.

He watches a bit more of the documentary, snaps a few obligatory pictures of them on his phone and sends them into their family group chat. Monty sends back a pixelated picture of a zoomed in shot of Effie in the garden, Sirius replies with a shaky snapshot of him running with the dogs and Remus answers with an aesthetically pleasing picture of what seems to be the breakfast he’s preparing for the two of them.

James’ belly growls hungrily at the reminder and when his gaze falls on the lone grape sitting in the bowl on the tray he decides it’s time for breakfast. 

It’s nothing short of artful the way he extracts himself from besides Harry and Regulus without rousing them before he heads for the kitchen.

He grabs flour and sugar, eggs and milk for pancakes, as well as the bacon, bagles and cream cheese. It’s meditative to put together all the ingredients, set the table and assemble syrup and blueberries and chocolate chips. Halfway through James remembers the leftover quinoa in the fridge and between placing patches of batter in a sizzling pan he whips them up a quick salad as well. 

The smell in the kitchen is divine and James has already made acquaintances with the joyful bluetit in the tree by the window by the time Regulus comes into the kitchen with Harry on his hip. He’s babbling now, talking Regulus’ ear off by the looks of it and Regulus hums and nods and gasps at all the right places, looking ridiculously endearing with his curls mussed and an imprint of the couch cushion lining his cheek.

“Morning, champ,” James teases, smacking a loud kiss over the line in Regulus’ cheek.

Regulus growls quietly, grinning despite himself, “You’re lucky I love your cooking so much.”

“Yeah, you’re lucky,” Harry parrots, grinning widely.

James tuts with faux affront, “What kind of sentiments are you teaching our poor child, Regulus. I’ve been standing in this kitchen for hours now. How about a ‘Thank you, daddy’?”

“Thank you, daddy,” they both reply in unison though Regulus’ has a decidedly different tone to it that makes James point the spatula at him in warning.

Regulus just smirks before he leans heavily into James’ side and rips a piece of pancake off of the ones already on a plate, blowing on it before dividing it in half and feeding it to Harry and himself.

James tasks them with setting out glasses of water and orange juice, mugs for tea. On Sundays coffee is banned in the Potter house. Regulus thinks he can wind himself out of his caffeine addiction that way.

When everyone is done and everything is in place they all sit down together, legs tangled under the table, smiling warmly at each other over their plates of delicious food, the spring breeze ruffling their hair and clothes pleasantly as it drifts through the open window.