#jegulus microfics

[ecstarry]

To my love, Jamie

For however easy you might think that writing is for me, trying to put into words the immensity of my love is never a simple task. What does come naturally though, is loving you. I have done it for as long as I’ve known your name. James, my James. 

I fell in love the moment our eyes met, right before our words did, and again when you blushed at my very terrible attempts at flirting, and then I fell all over again when you asked if you could hold my hand on our first date. James, you could’ve asked me to give you my heart right then and there and I would’ve said yes, just as willingly as I did when you asked me to be your husband. 

I truly believed my days of writing you lame love notes would be well behind me by now. I thought that after our first kiss, I wouldn't have to resort to these ridiculous courting antics. Yet, here we are, and that tiny box you once used to carefully store my letters now occupies a drawer in our room. I want you to have as many words as there are in the English language to remind you of how much I love you. And when I've exhausted those, I'll do the same in French. I'll learn another language so I never run out of ways to say 'I love you'.

Happy 20th anniversary, my love

Your Regulus

this microfic is dedicated to someone who I love very much @malchai

more microfics here

[regulus-books]

89 words - birthday - @jegulus-microfic

(it was my birthday yesterday so ofc happy birthday to our sweet boy ❤️)

James wakes up to a sweet, soft kiss on his cheek, he's confused for a moment and then grins, remembering what day it is.

"Happy birthday, my love," Regulus rubs up and down James' bare back, "my old love." He snickers.

"M'not that old," James says in a grumbley voice, adjusting his body to wrap his arms around Regulus' neck. "You're just young."

"That doesn't sound gross at all in any way," Regulus laughs a little, earning a light slap on the shoulder and a kiss on the forehead.

[moonydoodlez]

Writer James x Artist Regulus - Word count - 105

They sat in a comfortable silence in the library's back room; James typing away, mulling over his manuscript, while Regulus sketched in his notepad, something he insisted wasn't too serious, but he adored the concept.

James couldn't help but watch him out of the corner of his eyes; the way his brow furrowed up in concentration, the way he nibbled on the pen he used to ink carelessly, his messy hair falling over his face.

He smiled to myself, thinking that any moment like this would have been the start of a romance arc in any basic novel.

His face fell slack.

Oh. Oh no. 

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[lulublack90]

hi!! i really like your jegulus microfic but it’s kinda hard to keep up in tumblr, have you thought about maybe uploading it to ao3? lots of love!

Hi, thank you for your ask. They're all up there. You can find the link on my about me page pinned to the top of my profile or follow this link Jegulus Microfics AO3

I hope you enjoy them

Lulu xxx

[my-castles-crumbling]

jegulus - anonymous request - word count: 346

“Never have I never…” Sirius started, eyes glued to James, “....kissed a Slytherin.”

He knew it was a cheap shot. But he had to know for sure. The idea had been in his head for weeks and he needed proof.

So braced himself and waited for his best friend to take a drink. But he grew extremely distracted when he saw Peter, who was across from him, move to take a swig from his butterbeer. 

“Wormy!?” he gasped, glaring at his friend.

“It was one time!” Peter shrugged, grinning.

By the time Sirius looked back to James, it was too late. He could have already taken a drink without Sirius seeing. Grumbling, Sirius focused on the next few questions.

On his next turn, he picked a question that he figured was foolproof. 

“Never have I ever…” he said, starting to feel the effects of the alcohol, “had a secret relationship.”

But before he could get a good look at whether or not James or Regulus drank, there were shouts and yelps, and Sirius couldn’t help but turn his head to see both Marlene and Dorcas drinking, twin looks of sheepish guilt on their faces.

“I knew it!” Barty Crouch shouted, eyes wide.

“Oi, you need to drink too, Junior!” Dorcas yelled. “I know about you and Evan!”

The chaos that resulted was more than enough time for James and Regulus to both drink without Sirius seeing.

And so it went for three more turns. Whatever he said, a secret was revealed, but it was not the secret he was looking for. He was getting more and more frustrated and more and more drunk until finally he realized..

“Never have I ever kissed Regulus Black!” he shouted, staring daggers at James.

But before James could move, Sirius felt Remus, who was sitting next to him, take a quick drink.

“Remus?” he screeched. “What the fuck?”

Looking down and stifling a grin, Remus bit his lip before answering. “We both had shit to figure out, okay?”

He never did figure out for sure if James was snogging Regulus.

[oh-phoenixx]

"Baby" - Jegulus microfic @into-the-jeggyverse - 396 words

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Pet names, in Regulus’s opinion, were gross. Every time he heard his brother’s boyfriend call him ‘sweetheart’, he wanted to vomit. He had to leave the room whenever Evan and Barty were flirting because they did nothing but use disgusting pet names. 

James, on the other hand, loved pet names. He would call Regulus every pet name under the sun, not minding that Regulus only called him ‘James’ or ‘Jamie’ in return. Coming from anyone else, Regulus would have hated this. He would have been put off the entire relationship, really. 

“Morning, love,” James greeted with a grin, kissing Regulus’s head and then sitting down next to him. 

It only took two seconds for Barty to clock this and burst out laughing. “Sorry, did he just call you ‘love’?”

“Yes? What about it?” Regulus responded through gritted teeth and a glare. 

“Nothing, nothing, Mr. Pet-names-are-gross-and-I’ll-never-let-anyone-use-them-for-me,” Barty laughed.

James turned to Regulus, eyebrows furrowed and bottom lip jutting out. “You don’t like it when I call you ‘love’?”

“I-” Regulus looked between James and Barty, trying to decide if reassuring James was worth his humiliation. “It’s fine when it’s you,” he mumbled, hoping Barty couldn’t hear. 

James’s pout turned into a huge grin. He kissed Regulus’s jaw and nuzzled into his neck. And, yes, Regulus believed it was worth reassuring James, even though Barty was most definitely going to mock him for this later. 

Despite being okay with James calling him silly names (‘okay with’ is an understatement, to be honest), Regulus refused to do the same. He was Regulus Black, for Merlin’s sake. James was a perfectly acceptable name, and it was pushing it for Regulus to even call him ‘Jamie’. This is why it was a shock to both of them when, one morning:

“Baby, come back to bed,” Regulus whined tiredly.

James’s brain seemed to short-circuit for a moment, spinning around rapidly to look at Regulus. 

Regulus hid his face in the pillow, repeating, “I didn’t say that, I didn’t say that, I didn’t say that.”

James just tilted Regulus’s face towards his and kissed him, smiling so widely you’d think he’d won the Quidditch cup. This was worth the humiliation, too, Regulus thought, seeing James this happy.

If Regulus let the term slip out every now and then, most especially when he needed something or when James was angry, that could stay between them.

[jamessluttythighs]

core - @jegulus-microfic - word count: 209

James was sitting on his bed, hands trembling. 

“Prongs, you look like you’re about to throw up, mate. Are you good?” Remus asked cautiously. He had a book balanced in one hand while the other was carding through Sirius’ hair. Sirius, who was lying in Remus’ lap, tentatively opened one eye to look at his best friend.

“Well erm it’s just …” James trailed off, not making eye contact. 

Concerned, Sirius propped himself next to Remus on the bed. “You know you can talk to us about anything, right?” Sirius said gently.

At this Peter shuffled closer to the edge of his bed, giving James an encouraging look. “You can do it, James,” giving him a small smile and nod.

James took a deep breath.

“Wellitsjustthatregulusandihavebeendatingforthepastmonthandmenottellingyouhasbeeneatingmealiveandicantdoitanymore,” James spilled out in one breath.

“What?” Sirius asked, perplexed.

“Regulus and I are dating,” James said slowly.

A smile spread across Sirius’ face and he leant dramatically against Remus. He threw his one hand against his forehead in mock surprise. “I am shook to my core. How will I ever recover from this brand new information?”

James looked up confused. “You knew?” 

“My dearest Prongsie boy, you can’t keep the love off your face when looking at Reggie for shit,” Sirius laughed.

[jaylienpotter]

THIS IS SO CUTE

@jegulus-microfic december 25, ideology, 449 words

James is in the middle of writing times tables on the board when Evelyn says, “Mr Potter! You have a visitor.”

He glances to the door of his classroom, trying to hide his smile when he finds Regulus leaning in the doorway watching him. “Oh, good afternoon, Mr Black. To what do we owe this pleasure?”

“I was just wondering if you had any laminating sheets I could borrow? I’m out,” Regulus says.

James doesn’t point out that there was no need for Regulus to cross campus to his second grade classroom just for laminating sheets; he’s pretty certain the senior school has laminators. But he’s not mad about the interruption.

“Yeah of course, they’re in my office,” he says, gesturing to the door at the back of the room. A little pointless; Regulus is not a stranger in James’ classroom and knows exactly where his office is. “Help yourself.”

The entire class, James included, watches Regulus as he crosses the room, only returning to their lesson once Regulus has left the classroom with a quiet, “Thanks.”

“Mr Potter,” Bernie calls out. “Do you have a crush on Mr Black?”

James deliberates for a moment, before sitting on the edge of his desk and whispering, “I do. But it’s a secret, so you can’t tell anyone.”

The class breaks out in a chorus of giggling ooh’s and teasing aah’s.

“But Mr Potter, he always looks so serious!”

“Well, Roland. That’s because Mr Black teaches boring things like civics and political ideology.”

“You mean he doesn’t get to do any arts and crafts?” Lizzie asks, a horrified look on her face.

James shakes his head, putting on his saddest expression as he says, “Never.”

The kids become a bit obsessed with Regulus after that, asking about him almost daily, breaking into a chorus of giggles any time Regulus comes by the classroom. Regulus has clearly caught on, dropping by more and more frequently, asking to borrow anything from a stapler to sometimes something as ridiculous as a piece of paper.

One day, just as Regulus is about to walk out of the classroom with a wave, Lacey calls out, “Mr Black! Do you have a crush on Mr Potter?”

He stops in the doorway, corner of his lips lifted in a smirk as he replies, “Why do you ask that?”

“Because he has a crush on you, obviously.”

James buries his face in his hands for a moment, shoulders shaking with laughter, looking up as Regulus says, “Oh, I definitely have a crush on him, that’s why I married him.”

He’s pretty sure the entire school would be able to hear the way his classroom screams and cheers in celebration.

[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.

[sweeterelease]

smug, confident, flirty james rendered useless the second regulus actually flirts back, even the tiniest bit.

[ecstarry]

"I remember everything" a microfic for my baby @theapocryphaofantares

Did James remember? Could he remember the beach towels? Regulus remembered exactly where each bleach spot was. Did he remember that labrador that used to hang from the passenger door from that one car that always parked next to their favorite restaurant? Does James remember the words to the love songs he used to sing him? 

Regulus does. He remembers. He remembers everything. No matter how much he wishes he didn’t. 

It had been ten years since they had broken up. Lives no longer heading to the same path or some bullshit excuse they had given each other. Regulus didn’t wait for James’ regret, he ran away as far as he could, as if distance was all it took for their souls to untangle. He sometimes thinks that they never did. Regulus chose a cold place, hoping that if the sun didn’t reach his skin he could eventually forget James’ warmth. 

A decade is barely a second in comparison to how long it would take for Regulus to forget; lifetimes would be needed for his heart to stop breaking after James Potter. 

Except James does remember. He remembers everything. 

And Regulus now knows that. So here he is, a lonely star standing under the sun, waiting to feel the heat, to melt and get lost in honey eyes once more. 

“I could never forget you,” they said. “I’m here,” they assured. “I’ll never leave again,” they promised. 

[regulus-books]

183 words - spring - @jegulus-microfic

Regulus wakes up in the morning to a rough crashing noise, startling him. He immediately rushes out of the warm covers, skipping steps down the stairs and swinging into the kitchen.

His unruly haired husband is standing in the middle of the room, face paused in a grimace, his hands stuck in place. A pot is shattered on the floor, shards of terra cotta clay are scattered all over the room. The anxiety that was settled in Regulus' stomach withers away rather quickly.

James' eyes finally meet Regulus', an apologetic look in them. "I'm sorry, Reg, it was supposed to be a surprise." He frowns, standing back up to his full height.

"What're you doing, hm?" Regulus walks up to him, wrapping his arms around James' neck, as James' fall to his hips.

"I was gonna plant your apples, you know? Spring's coming up."

"That's okay, Jamie. Now we can do it together. But you're cleaning this up first, okay?" Regulus smiles, leaning up and pressing a soft kiss on James' lips, a wink and then back up the stairs to brush his teeth.

[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.”

[t1oui]

jegulus microfic <3 this isn't for a prompt or anything i just think it sounds funny. word count: 108

The front door opens and James runs into the house, not even bothering to take off his shoes. He finds Regulus in the kitchen and spins the other man around to face him, pulling him into a firm hug.

"Jamie?" Regulus asks, audibly confused voice muffled by James's neck. "James? Is everything alright?"

James shakes his head, but he doesn't say anything, continuing to hold Regulus close.

"Where's Harry?" Regulus asks, trying to worm away from his husband for a moment. As if on cue the front door opens again, and Harry steps inside.

"C'mon, Dad," Harry says when he sees James. "I'm not that bad a driver."

[my-castles-crumbling]

st. mungo's - jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 360

"Move out of the fucking way!" Regulus nearly-screamed, pushing a nurse to the side as he ran to the service desk of the hospital floor and stopped short, glaring down at the bored-looking nurse sitting there.

"Name?" the man asked, voice completely deadpan and unamused.

"James Potter," Regulus said, trying not to hyperventilate.

Unconcerned eyes met his and the man tilted his head a bit. "Mister Potter already has someone in with him. Unless you're his family or his wife, you'll have to wait over there." He gestured to a row of seats where several stressed-looking people were sitting.

Regulus, however, was in no mood for this. "I'm his fucking husband," he spat, curling his hand into a fist around the handle of his wand, which lay in the pocket of his robes. "And unless you want me to find Head Healer Rosier, who I happen to be very good friends with, then I suggest you tell me what room I can find James in. Now."

For the first time, emotion flooded behind the nurse's eyes, and he looked toward a clipboard. "Er...So sorry, sir! R-room twelve!"

Not bothering to say thank you, Regulus looked around and saw that room twelve was only a few feet away. Scowling at the nurse, he slammed open the door, expecting to find his husband on his deathbed.

Of course, James always liked to surprise him.

"Heeey, Reg," James ginned at him as soon as he entered, looking over from where he was sitting up in his bed, Sirius sitting next to him.

Anxiety slowly leaving his body, Regulus felt himself relax a bit, shoulders lowering. "What the fuck, Potter?" he asked weakly.

"Just fell off my broom. Hit my head. Sirius brought me here to make sure I'm okay," the taller man grinned, and Regulus tried his best not to let James's smile make him melt. "I'm just fine, though, baby."

"That was real interesting though, Reggie. 'Don't make me call your supervisor!' You sounded just like Mum," Sirius grinned, a teasing look in his eyes.

"Oh, fuck off," Regulus groaned, sinking into a chair and giving his racing heart time to slow.

[oh-phoenixx]

"Hold" - Jegulus microfic @into-the-jeggyverse - 315 words

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“James, seriously, I’m awful with kids, I can’t-” Regulus tried, but James just chuckled and handed him the baby.

“Just hold him, Reg,” James said calmly, holding back a grin. “I’ll be back in a bit.”

Regulus held Harry far from his chest, as though he was a bomb. James laughed, kissing Regulus’s cheek and heading to the shop, leaving Regulus alone with Harry.

“Um, hi,” Regulus said to Harry. “I’m Regulus.”

Baby Harry just looked at him with curious eyes, cooing softly. Regulus slowly brought him closer, until his arms were wrapped around the baby and holding him to his chest.

“Er, do you like, uh... What do I have in common with a baby?” Regulus muttered, rolling his eyes at his boyfriend, though he couldn’t see him.

“Oh! You read to babies. What do babies read?”

Regulus looked around frantically for anything baby-appropriate. He, of course, didn’t have any children’s books in his flat. He picked up the first thing he could see, The Picture of Dorian Gray, which he was rereading.

By the time James got back with food and drinks, Regulus was reading to Harry, occasionally interrupting himself to explain his annotations from his first read, or his thoughts on a particular element of the story, as though Harry were capable of understanding him in the first place.

James came up behind the armchair, giving each a kiss on the head.

“You know, you talk to him like he’s an adult,” James observed.

Regulus just shrugged, not taking James up on his offer to take Harry away. He supposed children weren't all that bad. This one, especially, who looked so adorably like James, without the excessive talking. Well, he was alright.

Regulus never did get the ‘baby voice’ thing down, though, and continued to talk to Harry as though he could comprehend any of Regulus’s rants until the day he actually could.