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crunch - jegulus - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 456

Somehow, unbelievably, they’d picked up a strange rhythm. A way of coexisting together, as they went on Prefect’s rounds. For a long time, Regulus resented the fact that they’d been paired together. He’d even asked Evans, the Head Girl to Potter’s Head Boy, if there was a chance to change things around. But the redhead had given him a weird, twisted look and said flatly, “I really think James is the one to talk to about that.”

And by the time he got a chance to talk to Potter…he found he didn’t care as much as he had in the beginning.

They’d come to an understanding. Potter acted like an idiot, and Regulus teased him. Potter did stupid, admittedly-entertaining things, and Regulus pretended he wasn’t amused. Potter smirked widely, sending rabid butterflies rippling through Regulus’s system and muttered, “You may say you hate me, but I know the truth,” and Regulus retorted, “Fat chance, idiot.”

Somehow, it worked.

Or, at least, they go through their rounds together twice a week.

Until one night, Regulus slipped.

It was the same as usual. They were patrolling the seventh floor, which had been quiet, save for a couple of fifth-years, that Potter had sent on their way back to bed after finding them snogging together in a broom closet, when Potter began to grin maniacally. “Reg. Reg, watch this,” he murmured, skipping ahead like an overgrown child. 

Shrinking back into the shadows at the turn in the corridor, he pulled a grumbling Regulus to join him, pointed his wand toward the portrait of the Fat Lady a few meters away, and muttered under his breath. 

Suddenly, the portrait squawked awake, yelping as the hat on her head turned to a giant crow, flapping madly as she yelled.

Potter, crying with mirth, pulled Regulus back the way they came, his hand brushing bare skin on the younger boy’s wrist and making goosebumps erupt there.

“Potter, you child!” Regulus hissed, stifling a little laugh that threatened to burst forth from his traitorous lips.

“Eh, you love it,” James retorted, eyes sparkling in the dark, grin bright enough to light up the inky-black corridor.

The answer slipped out before Regulus could control it. “Maybe,” he whispered, feeling the heat pool in his cheeks instantaneously.

Absolutely shocked, James, who was fidgeting with glee, tripped over his own foot and fell to the floor with a muffled crunch!

Then, they both stared at each other for a half a second.

“What?” the Gryffindor asked, a disbelieving, exhillerated, ecstatic look spreading across his face.

Panic. He was panicking. That was it. He was also, obviously, going insane. 

“Nothing.”

He turned on the spot and nearly-ran away, leaving a beaming Potter on the floor behind him.

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discombobulated - august 2 - jegulus - black brothers - discord server microprompt challenge - word count: 346

In James’s opinion, he and Regulus had been doing an excellent job of hiding the tension. Sure, there had been a few (un)fortunate hand-grazes. A few lingering glances. But really, both of them had been on their best behavior. Even Regulus had told him, on one of the rare nights they’d been able to slip away into the gardens of Potter Manor, that he’d been doing, ‘shockingly better than he’d thought he would.��

So when Sirius sat down at the breakfast table one morning, sent an appraising look from one of them to the other, and said firmly, “Will you two be confessing anytime soon, or will you be torturing me all summer?” James didn’t feel bad for spitting his cereal all over his very-annoyed-looking best friend.

“Sirius, what the fuck?” he demanded, completely discombobulated.

“Aw, c’mon, mate. Both of you need to stop acting like you’re not madly in love with each other. Frankly, it’s embarrassing. For both of you and for me, as someone who cares. Because you’re horrible at it,” Sirius said bluntly, picking bits of food from his hair.

James looked from Sirius to Regulus, who was bright red and gaping, and wished he could melt into the floor. Sure, he and Regulus were…doing something, but they’d never said what, let alone used those words.  “We aren’t—we haven’t–we don’t—”

But Sirius just broke into a knowing grin. “Oh. Oh. You two haven’t said it yet, have you?”

James gulped, not wanting to add fuel to the fire. 

Sirius, however, was on a roll. “Well, let me be the first in this little relationship to say it, then,” he said grandly, beaming. “Reg, James is in love with you. He’s absolutely gone for you. For some reason, he’s head-over-heels for your whole grumpy-murderous-kitten vibe. Merlin knows why. And James,” he turned to James. “Reg’s fucking obsessed with you. Completely in love with your obnoxious, positive-to-a-fault, people-pleasing arse. Congrats, you two!” He cackled as he stood, moving toward the door. “That’s what you get for not telling me!” he sing-songed as he left.

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regulus: *stubs his toe* FUCK MY LIFE, i’m going back into the cave

James: regulus, you’ve said that fifteen times today, please god, stop.

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regulus black who lets james potter fight his own battles because he knows that james can handle it but when it comes to the little things—like james needing space or someone taking advantage of james—that’s when regulus steps in and sets his foot down because those are places james often can’t protect himself.

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Regulus is often struggling with the great hall during meal time. It is just too loud and too crowded and simply too overwhelming in general.

To avoid the sensory overload he only eat there at the end of meal time when it is less crowded or he get his food in the kitchens.

Ever since Kreacher left the Black family and started working in Hogwarts he often go down there for a quick chat with his first friend he ever had, sometimes Pandora come with him.

She think the way how soft Regulus is with the elves is adorable.

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Regulus: *crying in James's hug, pushing his face into his chest*

James, cooing wrapping his hands around him: shh, shh. Don't worry, Reggie, I’m here. Everything will be fine, Love.

Regulus: *grins at Sirius evilly*

Sirius: OH YOU LILTLE SHI--

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i know we all talk about regulus being jealous of james when sirius started spending time with him but what about eleven years old james, who grew up as an only child and found a best friend but sirius kept talking about his annoying brother, who james couldn’t possibly compare to? james, who was just as jealous of regulus as regulus was of him. so naturally the first time they met, they were both lowkey highkey mean to each other. anyways, annoyance at first sight jegulus <3

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Wedding Officiant: It's time to say your vows

James, pulls out a 10-page essay: Don't be intimidated, love. I just wrote down what came to my mind.

Regulus, pulls out a 3-ring binder: Oh, Potter, this is gonna be embarrassing for you.

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Regulus Being drunk part 1000000: Sirius: Reggie, what the fuck. Regulus, drunk: *giggling* HI SIRI!! Sirius: I leave for 1 HOUR AND YOU- WITH JAMES- James, nervously: Well, Reg wanted to- Sirius: You know what?-*sighs* I can't deal with this. Sirius: I'm going to Moony's. Regulus, scoffing: Of course, go and shag your fucking boyfriend. Sirius: AT LEAST I'M DOING IT IN HIS HOUSE.

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bamboozled - jegulus and drarry - server microprompt challenge - word count: 338

Draco had been raised to be proper. To wow a crowd, to navigate social situations with all the grace and politeness of a proper gentleman. To handle things smoothly.

Which is why, now, he was internally screaming at himself.

Because he’d never felt so bloody bamboozled.

Because...weren't old people supposed to be ugly?

Pinching his own leg as he missed his mouth with his fork for the ninth time, he cursed under his breath, earning a confused look from Harry, who was sitting next to him, immersed in conversation with James and Regulus.

Miserably, Draco just shook his head slightly. No. He could get himself together.

It was just…

He looked up again, trying to be subtle. 

He now understood why people talked about it all the time. Harry Potter looked so like his father. Gods, they were both unfairly handsome. Their smiles were bright, their eyes warm and welcoming. And James…

Well, age had been very kind to James Potter.

He was graying, sure. But the slight wrinkles and lighter hair only made him more handsome. More rugged. More…

Draco gulped. Certainly, he should not be thinking this way about his potential father-in-law, and he wasn’t, not really. He was very, very happy with what he had. But his very unhelpful brain reminded him: If Harry and James look so much alike…Harry will look like this when he gets older. Harry will look exactly like this when he gets older.

He squirmed in his seat. Fuck. 

“...going to grab the next course!” James Potter announced, throwing Draco a smile and sweeping into the kitchen.

“I’ll help,” Harry offered, standing and squeezing Draco’s knee. 

But as soon as both men disappeared into the other room, Regulus turned to him with a look like an x-ray. Draco’s stomach churned. Was he in trouble? Did Regulus know? Fuck, he’d heard things about Regulus Black from his mother and he didn’t want to get on his bad side. Shit, shit, sh–

“Just wait until you see Fleamont Potter,” Regulus murmured, his face breaking into a smirk.

Draco gaped. 

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cat animagus Regulus who loafs. James thinks it's the cutest thing and read somewhere that mimicking is a cat love language so he tried loafing beside Regulus, who immedieately started purring. But human Regulus remains adamant that it's the stupidest thing James has ever done (while secretly loving it)

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regulus is the type of person who would be offended if james was happy about regulus liking him. he’ll be all like “me having a crush on you is none of your business potter”

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affirmations for writers: i know how to write. i have seen sentences before, and i know how to make one. i can identify up to several words and their meanings. i am not afraid of semicolons.

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soulmate au with james without soulmates' words and regulus who is mute. james is full of love but thinks he doesn't have a soulmate. regulus reading his words over and over ( sorry i don't know english sign language* ) , and feeling unsure/bad because he would not reply.

* james knows the mexican sign language because monty is bad at hearing after an experiment with poisons happened before james was born.