#swooning regulus

[lulublack90]

Prompt 8 - Taking Chances

@jegulus-microfic September 8, Word count 80

For @samynnad102687

James Potter was known for taking chances. He flew a little too fast towards the ground. He stood a little too close to fanged Frisbees, and he got a little too near the riled-up werewolf on full moons. So, of course, when Regulus Black moved a little too close to him, he took the chance and closed the gap between them, capturing Regulus’s lips with his own and making that prickly Slytherin swoon. James Potter was all about taking chances.

[ultravioletbrit]

“museum” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 542 words

 

Part 2 of “flawed” microfic for those that requested!!

“French food, crème brûlée, the museum, ice-cream, tapas and the stars.”  

James once again finds Regulus in the library and sits down across from him.

“What?” Regulus questions the random string of words.

“Those are the reasons you should let me take you on a date.” James says trying to sound confident.

“There’s not much info in that list, now is there?” Regulus tells him.

“Well, you didn’t let me explain, now did you?” James fires back but immediately recoils when Regulus shoots him a glare. 

James is silent for a long moment, so Regulus prompts him to continue.

“So…?”

“Oh, right, so, I thought we could start with lunch at that fancy new French restaurant. And I know lunch may not seem as good as dinner, but I know you like to have a bigger meal for lunch and something smaller for dinner. And you love French food, but only when it’s really good, and based on my research this place is already getting rave reviews. And I hear the crème brûlée is to die for and that’s your favorite dessert.”

Regulus hums, doing his best to look uninterested while trying to keep his heart from beating right out of his chest. James did research? On things he knows Regulus likes? He tamps down a smile and urges James to continue.

“After lunch, I thought we could go to the art museum. And I know you’re a member and have been there countless times. But I also know you like to show people your favorite paintings and exhibits. And I love how passionate you get about the things you like, and I want to learn and listen and be able to appreciate the art like you do. And that will probably take more than one day, so I’m also trying to ensure more dates in the future. Plus, you have a beautiful voice that I could listen to for hours… Okay, the museum is starting to sound like it’s more for me, but I swear it’s for you.”

Regulus raises an eyebrow with what he hopes is a blank stare. He would go to that museum everyday if he could. And James wants to go with him? And learn about his passions? And listen to him talk endlessly about art? Regulus is trying very hard not to swoon.    

“After the museum, it’ll depend what time it is, I thought maybe we could get ice-cream and walk around town a bit. Or if it’s late enough, there’s this really amazing tapas place that I think would be perfect for dinner. Amazing food, but not too much. Then I’d love to walk you home through the park so we can look at the stars.”

James finishes and Regulus just stares at him. He’s not sure what would come out if he opens his mouth, but it would most certainly be undignified, so he remains silent.

“That’s it… That’s the date… or, well, the reasons I think you’d like to go on a date with me.” James says nervously.

Regulus says nothing, just packs up his books and stands to leave, stopping beside James on his way out.

“I’ll think about it.” And try as he might, he wasn’t able to hide his smile from James any longer. 

[ceruleanheaven]

fairy jegulus <3

(click for better quality <3)

[quillkiller]

when regulus was little he would sit for hours and learn the meanings for every flower he could find. when lily was young she would climb up to her roof with a book of constellations and learn all the names of all the stars in the night sky

this is so fucking sweet what the Fuck…….

[onehundredflamingos]

@jegulus-microfic

13 / water / 826 words / implied NSFW

It was Wednesday, which just so happened to be James’ longest day of the week— it was filled with endless meetings and stressful phone calls, and somehow he inevitably ran out of that one food he was craving the most, leaving him dissatisfied no matter what he made himself for dinner.

“James, is that you?” James heard from in the kitchen once he finally made his way there. He lived alone, but he would recognize that voice even from six feet under.

James tossed his keys onto the entryway table, making his way into the kitchen. “Hi baby,” he said, snaking his arms around Regulus from the back as he stood at the counter preparing food. “I wasn’t expecting you here tonight.” James rested his chin on Regulus’ shoulder, letting the smell of his skin, the feel of his hair soothe him.

“I know Wednesdays are long days for you,” Regulus replied, turning to face James. “I stopped and bought your favorite snacks because I know you always manage to finish everything by Tuesday.” James kissed him, tried to deepen it, a thank you thank you thank you for thinking of him, for being here at all, but Regulus wasn’t done. “I’ve made Mac n cheese, and cut up a watermelon. There are chocolate chip waffles in the freezer and pop tarts in the cupboard. Eat whichever of those horribly childish foods you’re in the mood for this week and then I’ll draw you a bath.”

“You— that’s— Regulus, that’s everything I’ve been snacking on for weeks. I can’t believe you remembered all of that.”

“Yes, yes,” Regulus placated. “You’re a creature of habit. Now eat.” He pressed a soft kiss to James’ cheek before pushing past him and making his way out of the kitchen.

James opted to eat the Mac n cheese, knowing it wouldn’t reheat the same, adding a couple slices of watermelon for balance.

He ate in silence for several minutes, listening to the distant shuffle in the background, the barely audible sounds of Regulus readying the bathroom for James.

Regulus was a bit of an enigma when it came to romance; it wasn’t that he wasn’t romantic, rather that he did it so sparingly that James never saw it coming. It was such a rare treat, and one that James cherished, wished he could bottle up and pour out into his hands just to touch it whenever he felt lonely.

“You done yet?” Regulus asked, suddenly standing at the threshold to the kitchen. “Bath’s ready.”

“Oh, yeah, I am,” James replied, allowing himself to be pulled out of his chair by a tug of his hand. Regulus led him to the back of the house, to the bathroom with the big bathtub.

There were candles lit everywhere, scented oils slick on the surface of the water filling the tub, and various bottles of soaps and scrubs and lotions that he had never seen before, lining the counter.

Suddenly, Regulus grabbed at the hem of his own shirt, pulling it over his head in one swift motion. James reached forward, desperate to touch his soft skin, grab his slender waist in his hands, let them slot in between his ribs and hips, the place where they fit so perfectly it was as if they were made to live there.

“Not yet,” Regulus whispered. He reached forward, pulling James’ shirt off of his body next, before moving to both sets of pants. Regulus stepped over the side of the tub, settling himself down and spreading his legs wide. “Get in,” he said, gesturing to the space in front of him.

James did, doing his best to focus on the feel of the warm water on his skin, the press of Regulus palms against his shoulders, and not the press of Regulus’ hard length against his tailbone.

“How was work?” Regulus asked, lathering some body wash onto a soft cloth. He twisted it within his fingers, making the soap froth and bubble before rubbing it against James’ back slowly, over the curve of his shoulders and along the dip of his collarbones.

James closed his eyes and talked, told Regulus of phone calls and deadlines and paperwork. James told him of his colleague getting fired and of policies being changed and what he needed to do in the upcoming weeks.

Regulus listened intently, all the while he brushed the cloth along James’ body, scrubbed his fingers through his hair, kissed the back of his neck. It was only once the water had gone cold and their fingers pruny, that Regulus allowed James to lead him to the bedroom.

Only then was James allowed to find that soft curve in Regulus’ waist, the dip between his hip and pelvis, the seam of his ass.

Only then was James allowed to make love to his boyfriend, to thank him with more than just words, for seeing him and caring for him and loving him.

[esorxy]

Reggie, I'm sad, I want to hold you in my arms.

Jamie, I'm here, I'll keep you away from harm.

[ifonlyicouldbeastar]

i want a bashful james whenever he sees regulus. like i want him being a blushing blubbering fool whenever he sees regulus doing anything at all. hes talking to regulus and suddenly that charm he was using to talk to anybody else with is in another universe.

[youasked]

Now that I have seen wonka!Regulus, all I have to say is that

A) Luna's glasses were probably Regulus's at some point

B) Regulus is shit a respecting the Statue of Secrecy

C) He definitely brought Cissa to muggle London at some point to get drunk

D) Regulus is probably and most definitely Remus's chocolate supplier

And finally

E) Sirius would faint if he ever saw this Regulus

[rizzulusarcturizz]

if there’s one thing that will never get old it’s making james potter the biggest simp of all time

[asmo-d3us]

“I do not give a SHIT if you’re Regulus’ nephew—and that makes me your uncle. I hope Reg is watching this because he dared to leave me, that BITCH.”

Just remembered that Barty canonically turned Draco into a ferret. Name something more iconic.

[veryinnovative]

jegulus no angst amnesia au where one of them loses their memory (temporarily) and has no recollection of being married and instead only remember they have a massive fat crush on the other one and can't stop swooning about the fact they're married

exhibit a: james is 5 seconds away from jumping in the air and clicking his heels every time he is reminded of the fact he cuffed regulus POTTER-black. he sees their two toothbrushes in a cup and is SO giddy. keeps whispering 'husband' to himself. nervous when they have to share a bed at night and cant help but get SUPER flustered when regulus reminds him 'james we have been doing much more than just share a bed these past few years please just get under the blanket I want to go sleep'

[lulublack90]

Prompt 29 - Bodyguard AU

@wolfstarmicrofic April 29, word count 490

James had been Sirius’s bodyguard for years. They’d long ago turned from guard and principal to friends. Sirius didn’t take risks without telling James and James was a bit more relaxed about the strict rules he’d been given by the custodians of the House of Black. They had to hide their friendship, of course, if any of those old bats were around, but all in all, Sirius had quite a pleasant life.

Out of the blue, his brother, Regulus, requested James’s services on a trip to Paris. Sirius had argued but, in the end, relented when his old friend asked him for permission as it was an extended trip and he’d feel better knowing Regulus had someone competent with him and not like the last one who’d gotten distracted by a beauty in a red dress and lost sight of Regulus. 

“I’ve got an old buddy from my unit who’s said he can cover me here.” James had told him once he’d agreed. Sirius didn't see any problem with this as James had never steered him wrong.

He appraised the lanky man before him. 

“Is this some sort of joke? How exactly are you meant to protect me?” He scoffed when Remus had entered the lounge area on his first day. 

Quick as the wind, Remus was behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist and throat, pinning him against his chest, a small blade pressed into his throat. He let Sirius go almost as quickly as he’d captured him. The furious wildness that roared from his face and eyes nearly made Sirius swoon. He gasped as he realised he’d stopped breathing. 

He was so much stronger than he looked. That hideous knitted jumper hid wiry muscles. Muscles grown from use and not just for vanity. 

Remus straitened from his broad stance and left without a word. Sirius tried to chase after him to apologise. He opened the door and ran face-first into Remus’s back. He’d already stationed himself in front of the door. Sirius bounced off him and landed on the soft carpet, dazed. 

He had to blink a few times to clear his head and when he did, the sight that beheld him nearly sent him back into that stupor. Remus was towering over him, a look of concern on his face. 

“Are you alright?” Remus asked, grasping Sirius by the arms and hauling him to his feet. Sirius stumbled slightly and braced his hands against Remus’s chest. He swallowed hard as his eyes met Remus’s honey-coloured ones. Remus blinked a few times, his breath hitching once before he carefully extracted himself from Sirius and returned to his post.

This was going to be a hard two months if their first meeting had Sirius ready to jump him. He went and took a very long, very cold shower, trying his hardest to ignore the images of those molten honey eyes staring into his soul, flickering through his mind.  

[omiiverse]

I’ve discovered the mauraders era side of tumblr and I’m a little obsessed with Remus 🙈

[themarvelmarauder]

James: You think about shagging all the time time don't you?

Regulus: ugh shagging. Trust the British to come up with the least sexy word for it

James: What's wrong with shagging?

Regulus: sounds like something you do to a carpet

James: Yeah what do the French call it?

Regulus: *smirking* faire l'amour

James: *swoons*

[quillkiller]

How do you think Lily deals with her height growing up? I have a couple tall friends who want to be short 😭 and then I’m like i want to be tall!!

i made a tall lily moodboard type thing here where i got into it a bit !! 🤍

i think she struggles with her height a lot growing up, and it’s something petunia latches onto to make lily feel like a freak :/ it’s also what sort of triggers lilys girl-next-door era, actively trying to make herself pretty and digestible and soft. she dresses in very feminine clothing and wakes up at like 5 or 6am to do her make up (imagine cassie from euphoria) and buys into all the skin care propaganda. she refuses to wear heels with guys and is actively trying to make herself seem smaller than she is. ’guys like short girls’ <- fucking CREEPY!!!! to have a preference, as a guy, for small and petite girls. anyway, so lily tries to lessen herself. practices her laugh, her smile, how she carries herself and tries not to stand out too much. in her later teenage years she starts letting men fetischize her height, seeking validation from anywhere she can get it. she sort of allows her body to become whatever it is people, men, want it to be. it’s just another thing that doesnt belong to her, like everything else :/

she grows into herself as an adult but it’s a long and tortureous journey for her. she doesnt want to accept that she spent her childhood and teenage years being self destructive in order to seek male validation and it takes a long time for her to get comfortable in her own body. it takes a long time for her to learn her own desires instead of whats desired of her. it takes time but she gets there !! learns to like being taller than her peers, using her height to intimidate men, learns that her body can be sexy and desired and it doesn’t have to feel dirty, learns to feel like her body is an okay place to be if you’re kind to it :~) 🤍

[ultravioletbrit]

“adore” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 453 words

Regulus is sitting in the library trying very hard not to roll his eyes for a fifth time at a girl that just cannot take a hint and will not leave him alone.

“Your presentation was just so good. I love how passionate you are. And I adore all the witty comments you make.” The girl annoyingly swoons then places her hand on his forearm. “Not to mention how classy you always dress; it makes you look so sophisticated up there.”

“Yes, okay, thank you.” Regulus pulls his arm away. “I really need to get back to work, so can you please leave?” Regulus asks her bluntly. 

“Right. Wouldn’t want to distract you." She winks. "I’ll just talk to you later.” Regulus can no longer suppress his eye roll as the girl stands and finally walks away. 

As soon as she’s out of the chair, James very quickly slides into it and pulls it closer to Regulus.

“I just love your passion, I adore your wit, you’re so classy.” James mocks in a high-pitched voice adding an eye roll of his own. “What was that about?” He grumbles and crosses his arms.   

“I gave a shitty speech on a topic I hate and made snarky comments the whole way through. And she apparently thinks I’m a genius.” Regulus deadpans then turns sideways to face James with a smirk. “Why? Jealous, Potter?”

“That some girl was blatantly flirting with you for the last ten minutes? Yeah, I’m a little jealous.” James pouts.

“Do I need to remind you of the multiple reasons there’s absolutely no need to be jealous of her?”

“No.” James huffs. “I just don’t like other people running their hands all over you.”

“She put her hand on my arm. You’re acting like she put it down my trousers.”

“I am not.” James scoffs.

“James.” Regulus tilts his head to the side.

“Fine. I might be overreacting a little.”

Regulus raises an unconvinced eyebrow, and James rolls his eyes and slumps down in the chair.

“Is she still looking?” Regulus asks.

“Yes. Obviously.” James answers without needing to check.

“Good.” Regulus grabs James’ shirt and pulls him in for a heated kiss. “Better?”

“Hmm.” James hums and leans back towards Regulus. “Just a little more.”

James kisses him again and slides his hand around Regulus’ waist before slipping his fingers under the waistband of his trousers.

“James.” Regulus pulls his hand away. “Do not put your hand down my trousers. We’re still in the library.” Regulus scolds him with no real heat as he quickly packs up his things.

“Can I do it when we get home?” James smirks.

“Yes.” Regulus tries to hide his smile.

“Are we go home right now?” James raises an eyebrow.

“Yes.”