#regulus black is a simp

[nikolai-alexi]

Jegulus Headcanon Mini Fic #1/?

Regulus loves watching James apply Mehndi.

He loves the way James’ face screws up in concentration; loves watching his hands expertly swirling and dotting the dark ink onto his skin with the delicate applicator pen; loves the way the fact that James creates abstract designs with so much emotion; and most of all he loves that James has shared this part of himself with Regulus.

James has always been the most secretive open book. He gives the perfect pieces of himself away to everyone freely; his smile, his laugh, his humour, and his love. But he hides more of himself away than he shows. The darker, imperfect, breakable parts of himself he keeps under a tight wrap. The world around him can reject his love, ignore his smile, and not laugh at his jokes without hurting him. Regulus isn’t sure when exactly James started hiding his art; when he started moving his henna away from the outside world on his hands and started hiding it underneath his trouser legs and socks, but he certainly has an idea of why James would keep it locked tight to his chest and guard it fiercely. The world is a rotten place and tries to smother beauty in all forms. Merlin help the sorry son of a bitch who ever tried to smother James’ beauty should Regulus ever get his hands on them.

So it comes as quite the surprise when, as their combined groups are all sitting around the lake, James reaches into his bag for his henna pen and looks at Regulus with a grin, “Can I?”

He’s not even really sure what James is asking, but he’ll give him the world if that’s what he asked, there’s really no thinking involved before he’s telling James yes. It doesn’t really click in his brain until James has rolled up Regulus’ left sleeve to his elbow, placed his forearm on his lap, and hunched over the way he always does when he does his own mehndi and sets to work. They’ve nowhere to be, the lot of them have finished the last of their exams and most everyone, excluding Barty and Sirius, have already packed their trunks in preparation for the summer. The weather in Scotland seems to be in their favour for once, and half of their misfit group seems to be asleep in the warm sunlight. It’s a peaceful sort of quiet between them all

The first touch of ink to his skin is cold. It makes him jump just a bit before he settles. James draws a broken line straight down the centre of his arm, from the inside of his elbow to the start of his palm, and begins his meticulous process of creating some of the most intricate and beautiful art he’s ever seen. The ink is vibrant in a way Regulus doesn’t expect against his pale skin compared to James’ much darker complexion. On James, the ink seeps deep into his skin, a beautiful red hue left behind when it dries and falls away. On Regulus, the ink is on such a pale canvas of skin, he’s sure it will look like someone’s taken an ink quill to him with how dark it is.

Admittedly, he’s paying far less attention to what James is drawing in favour of just watching him and his hands work a type magic he’ll never truly understand the significance behind, despite his many hours of research and observations since moving to the Potter’s residence last April. If he had been paying any attention to what James was doing for the last several hours, he likely wouldn’t have had such an intense reaction to seeing it. Among the myriad perfectly placed dots of ink, the laid lines connecting into mandalas, and the swooping and swirling spirals, rests a sun and a moon.

The moon is lower on his arm, resting just above his wrist in the first break of the line down the centre. It’s half crescent shape swoops and connects at its tips, continuing the line with no trace of it ever stopping. The craters are created by varying deposits of ink, some filled in solid, others with small swirls inside them, and others made into flowers. There is a lot of negative space on this end of his arm, the lines wrapping horizontally around his wrist are made three dimensional by its contrast. The topside of his arm is covered in a mandala flower, but the moon on the inside of his arm is largely the focus, the simpler designs supporting the larger piece, but not drawing attention away from it.

The sun, is placed higher on his arm, nearing his elbow with the rays beaming into different designs around it. He can follow the lines of the rays; they’re thicker than the others in the outer designs. They crisscross and intersect the other linework, standing out just enough to be seen, but not overpower the rest of the work. His eyes are drawn all around his arm, until his mind fully connects the dots…literally.

Attached to the sun’s rays are the Canis Major and Leo constellations. Canis Major is on the left side of his arm and tilted upward so its nose is on the outside of his elbow and its legs feed into bold lattice lines, with thick swirls, bold mandalas, and other loud designs. The Leo constellation connects to the sun by the Regulus star. The other rays don’t reach its other stars. In fact, the sweeping, wispy lines of the lion’s mane make it seem as though Leo is recoiling from the sun, but Regulus is keeping it tethered there. The Regulus star is the only bold part of the design. The right side of his arm is filled with gentle brushing lines, blooming flowers, softer, lighter, and more careful swoops and swirls, and tighter and tinier loops. Both sides of his arm are so full of life and love, but they’re so different from one another.

Regulus has no idea how to respond to the amount of emotion welling within besides grabbing James by his tie and snogging the life out of him. The older boy’s muffled laughter against his lips spreads a warmth through him that not even the actual sun could.

It’s that warm feeling and the feeling of happiness and safety he’s so unaccustomed to feeling that makes him whisper the words he’s been practicing for months against James’ lips, “Main tuhanu pyar karda haan,” I love you.

The look of surprise in James’ eyes as he reels back from Regulus’ lips is so real and genuine and sweet. It physically hurts Regulus’ heart that learning five simple words in Punjabi is enough to make James look like this, the way he’s acting as though Regulus has done something so good and amazing.

“Say it again,” James whispers, choking on the words, “Say it again, please,”

“Main tuhanu pyar karda haan,” Regulus whispers back, praying to Merlin and all the Fates he hasn’t completely butchered the pronunciation.

He needn’t worry, though. James is crashing their lips together in a clumsy kiss, one that has more feelings than what can be communicated with words of any language. When they part, a slow, pleased smile curls around James’ lips and his eyes close on their own accord for a long moment. Their foreheads are pressed together. They’re sharing the same breath. James’ dark brown eyes meet his icy blue ones, the gold flecks in them shimmering in the bright sunlight of the afternoon, Regulus’ whole world is narrowed down to those eyes.

“Main vi tuhanu pyar karda haan,” I love you too. James says, his voice no more than a sigh across Regulus’ lips, “Ki tu apni sari umar mere naal bitayengi?” Will you be mine forever?

His Punjabi skills are not nearly as good as he wished them to be, but he didn’t need to be fluent to know that he would never be able to deny James of anything he asked him in that reverent, breathless voice.

“Yes,”

[fiasco95]

On one side of a library….

Dorcas: What do you look for in a man?

Regulus: Someone who can cook.

Dorcas: Oh??

Regulus: Yeah. If he knows how to cook, I’d marry him on the spot and get down on my knees every—

The other side of the library…

Sirius: Mate, where are you off to—?

James, quickly packing up his bag: I have a cooking lesson to attend.

Sirius: Prongs, you can’t cook for shit!

James, sprinting out of the library: THAT’S WHY I HAVE TO GO

[maiiefizz]

Sirius: Prongs, don't look at my brother like that!

James: I don't just want to look at him.

Sirius: James Potter, don't put a finger on my brother.

James: What about in?

Sirius: In?

James: Can I put a finger in your...

Sirius: JAMES FLEAMONT POTTER

[yourgalgremlin]

Creep hitting on Regulus @ the bar:

GUY: What’s your body count, beautiful?

REG: That depends.

GUY: On what?

REG: Wether you’re asking how many guys I’ve “taken home” or how many I’ve taken out ☠️

REG (whispers): Both are higher than you’d think.

JAMES: …I want him in a way that’s concerning to my life expectancy.

[chasingthestarss]

James: If you were a flower, I’d pick you.

Regulus: Wouldn’t that kill me?

James: I would water you constantly!

Regulus: Thus drowning me.

James: Well then I’d put you out in the sunniest spot!

Regulus: So I could wither up and die?

James: I’m trying my best okay?!?!!

[moonyswarmsweaters]

Regulus “see you in hell” Black

And James “ I get to see you?” Potter

[ultravioletbrit]

“king” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 372 words

 

James and Sirius walk in the front door carrying bags of groceries.

“He’s got you so whipped. You treat him like fucking royalty. I promise he’ll survive even if he doesn’t have his specific brand of tea.” Sirius says the last words in a mocking tone.

“First of all, I never said he wouldn’t survive if he didn’t have the tea. He would have been fine. Right now, you’re the one acting like you won’t survive because it took 10 extra minutes to stop at the other shop.” James tells him.

Sirius puts his bags down, crosses his arms and opens his mouth presumably to defend himself, but James cuts him off.

“Second, I wanted to get him the tea. I like doing these things for him. He doesn’t ask me for them or demand I do them. I just know the random little things that make him smile. And if taking 10 extra minutes to stop at a second shop means I get to see his soft, adorable, morning smile when he opens the cabinet tomorrow and sees his favorite tea, that’s completely worth it for me. If that means I’m whipped, so be it.” James shrugs.

They’ve finished putting the groceries away and are now leaning against the kitchen counter.

“And third, of course I treat him like royalty. I love him and I would do anything to make him happy. It makes me happy to see him happy. And if I get to be the one to make him happy? God, it’s one of the best feelings in the world. So yeah, he deserves to be treated like a king, and I’m happy to treat him like one.” James says simply.

Sirius is quiet for a moment just staring at James.

“You are such a sap.” Sirius finally tells him.

“You are so getting laid tonight.” Regulus tells him as he wraps his arms around James’ waist.

James didn’t even hear Regulus come in the kitchen, but he smiles brightly and turns to face him. Regulus pushes up on his toes to kiss him and James wraps him in his arms pulling him closer to deepen the kiss. Both of them quickly forget that Sirius is still in the kitchen.

[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

[silverameco]

here me out, the Black Brothers are Simps™️

artist Sirius has a sketchbook filled with drawings of Remus and every part of him

writer Regulus has a notebook filled with love poems and sad gay poetry about James

[maiiefizz]

I just realised

James for Wolfstar

is the same as

Regulus for Rosekiller

The best friend who has to watch his best friends pine for each other.

And... Pandora??

...

Pandora is Pete.

Trying to help, to fix things, but it blew up.

[yourgalgremlin]

Trans Regulus who has always had a raspy voice, even as a child, that becomes more prominent when he starts T at Hogwarts.

His voice always takes people by surprise because he’s so painfully quiet. The reason why he barely speaks is a tightly held secret between the Black brothers until James earns his trust & he tells him how (even now) Walburga would try to punish his “boyish voice out of him.”

A few days later Regulus receives a frantic owl about his mother’s mysterious “sudden illness” that has taken her voice entirely; leaving her irreversibly mute.

His eyes snap to the Gryffindor table to find James Potter, looking down at his breakfast with an impossibly smug smile.

[my-castles-crumbling]

change - @jegulus-microfic - word count: 179 - (Someone asked for Jegulus fluff?)

James had tried. Really, he had.

He'd tried to keep quiet about it, when Regulus had finally agreed to date him.

It wasn't that Regulus had told him to be quiet. Their close friends knew. But he also knew that Regulus didn't like to be the center of attention- to have eyes or rumors focused on him.

So, he'd tried to be quiet.

But the day that Regulus had played against Ravenclaw and pulled off a 300-foot dive to catch the Snitch while only holding onto his broom with his knees, all in the snow?

He'd been so damn proud. So excited. So thrilled. So he'd just...said it.

"Fuck yes, that's my boyfriend!" he'd exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air, grinning from ear to ear.

Only after that had he remembered he was currently guest commentating on the game, and his voice had been magically changed to echo through the stadium.

Horrified, he sought out Regulus, who had lifted in the air again, dreading a negative reaction.

But Regulus was grinning, pink-faced and windswept, right at him.

[pandorasopenedbox3]

James is the type of boyfriend that would kiss every inch of regulus’ face when he’s happy or excited. Like oh he just won his quidditch game or oh he got an O on his exam or oh my Merlin Regulus just looks really pretty, better grab his face so he can kiss his cheeks and his nose and his forehead and his eyebrows and his eyelids and his freckles and his jaw and his hairline and finally, Regulus’s favorite, his lips.

[ultravioletbrit]

“slap” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 212 words

“I will not be part of your ridiculous prank, Potter.” Regulus tells him for the hundredth time.

“Pleeeease.” James whines. “We tried to figure out another way, but this is the best option. And you’re barely part of the prank at all.”

“No. I will not get detention for you.” Regulus says again.

“You won’t get detention. All you’re doing is distracting Slughorn. Even if we do get caught, that’s a slap on the wrist, at most.” James argues.

“No.”

“I’ll give you extra kisses.” James offers and Regulus scoffs.

“I get extra kisses whenever I want.” Regulus rolls his eyes.

“I’ll withhold my kisses.” James tries again.

“You couldn’t do that even if you tried.”

James opens his mouth to protest, but he knows it’s true, so he shuts it again.

“How about… what if… just…” James deflates then looks at Regulus with big puppy dog eyes. “Please?” James pouts.

Damn those beautiful, sad puppy dog eye. Regulus thinks as he glares at James.

————

Regulus is polishing a trophy as he glares at James.

“Those eyes will never work on me again. Ever.” Regulus says through gritted teeth and James gives him a sheepish look.

“And I am withholding all kisses.” Regulus continues and is completely unaffected by the puppy dog eyes James gives him.

[whysosiriushuh]

Sirius bursting into common room, running to James

Sirius: Am I worth it?

James: Worth what?

Sirius: Dying for.

James: …Yes? I would fight the world for you

Sirius: Great. Better get ready then!

Regulus *blasting the door with dagger in one hand, wand in another, murder written on face*: Sirius!!

James: ......Kiss me?

[jiangyanlissidepiece]

Little Harry: what were you and Papa like when you first met?

James, smiling: we instantly hit it off!

Regulus: uh, no. I threatened to rip out your eyes and feed them to you.

James: ah, but that was when I knew you were the one.