#jfp x rab

[genderflouiid]

marauders as things my friends have said

james: now if you excuse me, i have some important business to take care of

*opens pokémon go*

[ecstarry]

okay but i love the idea of barty just messing with james all the fucking time when it comes to reg like regulus calls out like "hey, baby" and barty replies at the same time as james "yes? what do u need?" and james hateees it but ngl reg finds it funny every single time and mind u all reg and barty ever did was kiss once but barty always brings up being reg's first kiss ahjsdbash so fucking annoying and sometimes evan will join in too when he's bored

[ddanthedumbass]

Regulus: Love at first sight doesn't exist.

James:

James: then how else do you explain how I felt when I first saw you?

Regulus:

Regulus: you love me?

James: apparently not, according to you.

[drowninginthoughts27]

very gay regulus black with absolutely no sense of afab anatomy who meets trans james and instantly falls in love prompting him to subject himself to watching hours of straight porn to try and (unsuccessfully) learn how to eat someone out properly

[v7lgar]

@jegulus-microfic | fixate - April 29 | w: 559 | tw: angst @star4daisy @ecstarry prev<<

James didn't know how he survived after that phone call with Regulus, but he did. He woke up, went to work, kissed his wife and laughed with his friends and he looked at the stars before going to bed.

The endless cycle went on like this, he tried to move on just like Regulus did but it wasn't happening as soon as it happened with Regulus. Well, he didn't have any idea how he did but he told him that he got his closure and that was the end of it. And he didn't want to hear anything more. It was the end.

Regulus kept visiting him in his dreams, some days they were young and stupid and the other days they were ugly and old, watching the sunrise from their veranda.

James tried to endure it, swallowed his heartbreak and waited patiently to get over him.

It wasn't fair to Lily, but she helped him a lot even though she was clueless. James didn't have the guts to confess his feelings about Regulus to her. He knew for a fact that he was cheating on her emotionally if not physically and it wasn't anything better. The outcome was the same and he believed someone like Lily didn't deserve this. After that phone call he decided to keep it under the rug, where everything belonged.

Time continued to pass, and James was gaslighting himself better. His heart was aching less and he dreamt less of him, too.

Either way, he was going to survive without him. He had enough emotional support to get over him, he thought often.

But he also knew that his heart had his own ways and it didn't feel like he was working for his advantage.

Because the more he tried, the more Regulus became unforgettable.

But at least he was more persistent this time. He knew his feelings weren't reciprocal anymore. So it should’ve made it easier.

Unless it didn't.

James was fine, he preferred to think of it that way. He was sure of himself and that he could shake him under his skin. There was no point in loving someone who wasn't there to begin with.

Days had passed, and it was getting easier. He stopped dreaming of him, he didn't think about him as he did before.

He was becoming better at getting over him.

Until that day.

The day he opened his door and saw him standing right behind Sirius.

“Hey, mate. All good?”

Sirius passed him as he patted on his shoulder, but James’ eyes were fixated on Regulus.

He had longer curls, maybe he could put in a man bun if he wanted to. He would look like Sirius more if he did. And James wanted to see—

“Hi.”

As Regulus slowly passed next to him, shoulders brushing to each other, it all rushed to James back.

Everything, every little touch, every kiss, every night they spend together, breathless sex and longing looks.

Everything came back ten times worse.

He closed the door and slowly turned his back.

Lily was there, looking at him. And Regulus was also there, in their house.

James’ two worlds crushed together and he didn't know how to survive under a wreck.

“James?”

Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick—

“James? Love?”

Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick—

“James?”

James couldn't answer.

[thatoneslytherinnerd]

hi guys I have some jegulus fluff for you

“Regulus Arcturus Black, you are ethereal.”

These are not the first words James Potter has said to Regulus Black, not by far, but they are certainly the nicest. Regulus, in fact, is not sure that anyone has said anything that nice to him, his entire life.

“Oh.” Unfortunately, Regulus has never been good at taking compliments. Instead, he buries his face in James’ shoulder to hide his blush.

He feels James chuckle, the sound vibrating through his chest and warming Regulus from the inside out. They’re on the Astronomy Tower, where they meet up almost every night now.

“It’s alright, love,” James murmurs, stroking Regulus’ hair. “It’s just a compliment, I’m sure you’ll survive.”

“I’m sure I won’t,” Regulus says dryly. The air around them is cool, but not cold. It will be, soon, though. Regulus makes a mental note to start bringing blankets.

James laughs out loud, and Regulus feels a spark of pride. James is laughing the way he does with his friends, when he’s completely relaxed, and Regulus made him feel that way.

“You are,” James murmurs, after a beat of silence. “Ethereal, I mean. You’re so beautiful I can’t speak sometimes.”

“Really?” Regulus rearranges himself so that he’s tucked under James’ arm, leaning his head on James’ shoulder.

“Obviously. And a bloody genius, too.”

Regulus’ cheeks warm. “I’m not that smart.”

“You’re smarter than me. And I’m very smart. You’re kind as well, did you know?”

Regulus snorts at that. “Right.”

“You are!” James protests. “Remember that time I was sad, so you brought me flowers just because?”

“You’re my boyfriend, that’s different.”

James huffs. “You send Sirius anonymous gifts when he’s upset.”

“He doesn’t know it’s me.” Regulus frowns. “How do you know it’s me?”

“I’ve seen you watching his reaction at mail times. You’re always smug when it cheers him up.”

Regulus scowls. “Fine. But that’s my brother.”

“You’re ignoring my point entirely,” James says. “You’re nice when it counts.”

“That’s not being nice, that’s just trying to make people happy.”

James snickers. “Hate to break it to you, love, but that is the definition of being nice.”

“Whatever.”

James leans his head on Regulus’, grabbing his hand. “Tell me about the stars.”

So, with their fingers tangled tightly between them, Regulus tells James the story of every constellation they can see from the Tower.

These moments are precious. Regulus knows there won’t be many more of them, so he enjoys them when he can.

War is coming.

It will not forgive.

[yoursdeadlynightshade]

James Potter kisses inside of Regulus' wrists when Reg is super anxious.

(He holds Reg's hands like it's a lifeline,too.)

Bye. Have a good day.

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

being delusional is sm fun bc all jegulus art is actually just slytherin au sirius prongsfoot art !!

[redrosyrose]

Prompt: "Happy Halloween!"-Jegulus-September 5th -@into-the-jeggyverse-word count:526 "I look ridiculous, like a walking aubergine", Regulus mumbles while taking a look at himself in Raven costume, who is a character Sirius told would fit him really well. He doesn't even know where his brother snatched the whole suit from but Regulus has to admit it accentuated his body.

His head is slightly hidden by a long purple cloak, which has a red plastic button in the middle to stop it from falling down, and he's sure that it's also used to cover the tight black suit beneath.

The inner costume is extremely hard to fit, since it's tight and doesn't pliant like he thought, so it took Regulus nearly an hour to put them on. But it's definitely worth the time as he trails his finger down his waist, which looks curvier than normal and his hip is draped around by a big, loose red beads-belt. Though Sirius insisted he wear a wig to look more alike, in the end, he used the "straightener" instead, to straighten Regulus' curls out.

He also never considers his legs as slender or pale, but after Sirius pleads to put his long stocking on, the result amazed Regulus himself and with his brother overly proud, and smug.

When they trudged themselves to Gryffindor's common room, Regulus could tell that every eye is attached to them, as they congregate with the others. The record player is currently screaming some rock music while the streaks of coloured constantly flicker from the disco ball. Their costumes are rather impressive. Remus dresses like David Bowie and a big red thunderbolt is painted on his face, who he's sure can't wait another minute to rip Sirius' red hood girl cloak out.

Accompanied "David Bowie" is James in his Spider suit. God. Has Regulus been staring or Has he been drooling? Because neither of them matters, since James looks that good in the tight suit, he looks like a sculpture. Regulus could see every muscle slightly protrude followed by the movement of his tendon. He needs to assure himself that he's already got to see his abs when they make out, but he's fucking hyperventilated by these little deepened dents, and his thighs, THIGHS!!

While Regulus' mind no longer provides him with coherent thoughts, James slowly slips through crowds and reaches where he's standing with a cup of whiskey.

"Happy Halloween!".James shrieked then immediately gave him a loud smack on his blushed cheeks, Regulus could feel his little dimples formed on his skin and his fresh morning spring scent lingered."You're absolutely stunning, love, you know?", his small sound of whispers like a sweet chocolate, deepened him in its warmth. Regulus rolls his eyes with fondness, as his hand wanders down to his waist, "Of course, Potter. You look well enough." James laughs with his head tipped back, he can see stars sparkling in under his glasses.

Eventually, Dancing Queen suddenly reverberates its lilted melody through the room, mingled with Sirius' shout-out to them. Before he could protest, James is pulling him out for a dance, his face is a mix of delightful, endearing."Happy Halloween."Regulus murmured then quickly kept up to match his pacing.

[genderflouiid]

marauders as things my friends have said

james: what’s your red flag?

regulus: um, i don’t kno—

james: i think you’re mean

[ecstarry]

reg who had his first kiss at fifteen with a boy while on a summer holiday and all he has left is a little seashell the other boy gave him. and james whose heart stops everytime he sees a someone even slightly reseembling that boy until ten years later they meet once again at the same beach they did all those years ago. reg tells him he still has the seashall and james reaches for reg's curl and tucks it behind his ear just as he did when they were teens

[ddanthedumbass]

James: is it hot in here or is it just you?

Regulus:

Regulus: YOUR ON FIRE STOP FLIRTING DUMBASS

[drowninginthoughts27]

In Every Universe (It Was You)

By drowninginthoughts on ao3

"Hi," James smiles, scratching the back of his neck anxiously as he talks, "So uhh... English isn't exactly my strong suit, you see. And uhh... I was kinda wondering if we could exchange numbers or something so that I have someone to contact if I get confused, ya know."

"Why couldn't you ask someone else?" Regulus questions.

"I don't really know anyone else in this class super well."

Regulus just stares at him blankly, unsure of how to reply. He almost doesn't believe him, James knows pretty much everyone and it's not that big of a school after all.

Or a collection of Jegulus-centric microfics which were originally posted to Tumblr and have since been revamped a bit and published

[uhhlifeig]

Costume - October 29 - word count: 690 - @wolfstarmicrofic

The Great Hall was packed, alive with laughter and spellbound decorations- floating candles, enchanted bats swooping about, and cobwebs shimmering in the eerie light.

Sirius Black burst through the large doors, wind billowing out his deep-red cloak. 

He was in a Little Red Riding Hood costume, twirling through the Hall, his frilled dress swirling with every step. He’d even gone as far as adding a lacy apron and the tiniest basket he could find, which he waved proudly.

“Oh, Moony!” he called over the music, bounding over to Remus. “Look at me! I am absolutely Red Riding Hood- the epitome of innocence!” 

He spun around in exaggerated glee, his hood falling over his eyes before he whipped it back up.

Remus, dressed in Sirius’s usual leather jacket, some fake wolf ears, and fingerless gloves that clawed out at the ends, laughed. “You are certainly… a version of Little Red.”

“Just admit it!” the noiret exclaimed, grinning. “I look incredible. Dashing through the woods, daring anyone to mess with me. You’re lucky I’m here to brighten up your terrifying wolf aesthetic.”

“Oh, yeah, you’re terrifying all right,” the werewolf replied dryly. “You look like you’ve just skipped out of a fairy tale.”

Sirius raised a brow. “Exactly. Fairy tales are dangerous, Remus. That’s the whole point! I’m a little red ball of menace.”

Just then, James entered the scene, though his costume wasn’t quite as glamorous as Sirius’s. He was dressed in an oversized chef’s coat and chef hat, complete with a wooden spoon he was twirling like a wand. 

He stopped dead when he saw Sirius.

“Bloody hell, Pads,” the younger boy said, trying to hide his grin. “Are you… Red Riding Hood? I thought you said you were going for something ‘fearsome and deadly’?”

“I am!” his best friend said indignantly, holding up his little basket with pride. “Don’t underestimate the power of Red.” He nudged Remus. “Isn’t that right, Big Bad?”

The taller boy chuckled, shaking his head. “Sure, sure. Don’t let him cook you in that pot, though, or he might try to eat you.”

Before they could continue, Emmeline strolled over. 

She was dressed as a noblewoman, complete with a lavish brocade gown of deep blues and golds, a mask obscuring half her face. 

“Sirius,” she said. “You look positively… whimsical.”

“Thank you, Emmeline,” he said with a dramatic curtsey, attempting to pull his skirt out- though it wasn’t quite long enough to work with. “I thought the Great Hall needed a touch of glamor.”

James snorted. “Glamor. Right. I’ll let you call it that.”

Lily, who’d come dressed as a scientist with a steampunk twist- goggles, suspenders, and a pocket full of random trinkets- smirked as she joined them. “I’m just shocked he hasn’t broken an ankle in those boots.”

“Never!” the dog animagus said, laughing, twirling again with all the flourish of an overdramatic actor. “Red Riding Hood doesn’t stumble, Lily! Red Riding Hood glides.”

“Red Riding Hood skips,” Remus said.

Sirius winked at him. “That’s the spirit, Moony. Now, escort me through the dark, scary woods, would you? I’ve got to avoid all those nasty wolves and chefs lurking about.” He gave James a pointed look.

The night wore on with the long-haired boy hamming it up as Red, occasionally running up to Remus and dramatically announcing, “Oh, wolf! Spare me!” in the most theatrical voice he could muster, earning laughs from their friends. 

The werewolf took it with a fond smile, while James and Lily continued making quips, and everyone else could barely keep their composure as Sirius gleefully flounced around, absolutely thrilled with himself.

At one point, said boy sidled up to Remus, giving him a sly look. “So, Big Bad Wolf, any chance you’ll let me go free tonight? Or will I have to…” He trailed off, casting an exaggeratedly flirtatious glance up at him.

Remus rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide his smile. “Maybe, if you promise to keep to the path, Little Red.”

“Deal,” Sirius grinned, swishing his cloak with satisfaction as he pranced off.

"EWW, SIRIUS!" Regulus exclaimed from his spot next to Remus. "TOO MUCH INFORMATION!"

[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.

[reg-a-black]

@prongs-f-potter I love you.

That’s it.