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Jegulus Raising Harry (1/1)
Every year James would turn into his deer self and Regulus would put a red nose on him. So then James would go to the forest and wait. Regulus would dress up Harry (making sure his ears are warm) and they would go out to see if they could find a reindeer.
Every year, Rudolph would be in the forest.
Prongs: *drinking water in a pond*
Regulus, with a little smile: Oh my, Harry dear do you see him?
Harry, gasps and his eyes sparkle: Papa, it's Rudolph!
Regulus: Go say hi to your friend, darling.
Harry skips joyfully to his friend, closes his arms around his snout, and the deer snuggles ingto him. They play for hours.
Regulus puts him on top of Rudolph, Harry swings from his antlers, Harry pets his friend thoroughly while giving him sugar cubes and carrots, and they roll oround in the grass.
Regulus: Sweetheart, it's getting late. We have to go home to make daddy hot coca with marshmallows or he'll get pissy. Oh don't look at me like that. I'll give you extra cream.
Harry, gloomily dragging his feet: Bye, Ruddie. I have to go back home- my daddy is waiting for us. I love him so much... I wish you could meet him. *whispers* But he doesn't know about you- it's mine and Papa's little secret.
Harry hugs his friend's chest because he knows it'll be long until they see eachother again.
When Harry and Regulus get to the door, Regulus kneels down: Remember Harry love, Rudoph is our secret.
Harry makes the motion of locking his lips.
When Reggie opens the door, Harry goes running to the couch where he sees James.
Harry: Daddy! Papa and I had so much fun today!
James, smirking and sweaty: Did you? Whatever did you do?
Harry, grining goofily: We went to the forest and played for hours!
Regulus: Harry, why don't you go get the cream while I talk to daddy?
Harry: Ok!
Harry runs as fast as his little feet can take him without falling.
Regulus, kissing James: Hello, lover.
James: Hi, my deer. *kiss* My life. *kiss* My star. *kiss*
Regulus, blushing and going around to move James to his lap whispers: He's so happy. You did great, mon soleil.
James, snuggling into Reg and kissing his neck: Thank you, my love. I think this was my best performance.
Regulus: I think all your preformances are spectacular *winks*
James, through laughter: Fuck yeah they are
Harry stumbles into the living room with a face full of whipped cream.
Harry: Guyssssss, c'monnnn. I need marshmallows!
James is in tears from laughing and Reg is clutching his stomach. Reggie runs to Harry, picks him up, and throws them both into James.
His family, his beautfiul family.
James and Regulus smother Harry in kisses and then when he thinks he can't laugh anymore, James carries them both to the kitchen.
And that's how the Potter-Black house always felt like. Full of joy, full of hope, dreams... and always full of love.
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broadwaycantdie · 28 days
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regulus black to james potter
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heaven4lostgirls · 24 days
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to be loved, is to be known
(i'm not entirely sure what this is, but i think about james and regulus too often for me not to write something about them, again this is a work of fiction and my opinion on how i see them both as characters).
James Potter loves like its breathing. He’s never had to try, because all he ever knew was love, he knew love like his mother’s kisses before bedtime. He knew love like his father’s never-ending patience when James refused to get his eyes tested. He knew love in loving his friends, in cleaning up Remus’ wounds after a full moon without asking, in wiping away Sirius’ tears after confessing his guilt for leaving his brother behind, in listening to Peter vent about never feeling good enough. He knew love because it surrounded him.
Regulus loves like it hurts. It’s messy, it’s cruel, and it’s filled with mistakes. He can’t help but hurt when loving, he has never known any different. Every memory of love is tainted by curses and torture, by locked cupboards and scarred skin. He only ever knows  the comfort of love in solace, and in silence. Which is why he’s so confused on how James Potter loves so unapologetically; he loves Sirius like it’s second nature and it causes an ache in Regulus like he’s never felt before. I want to experience a love like that.
And he does, because loving Regulus Black may just be the easiest thing James Potter has ever done. It’s sweet, and it’s filled with whispered love confessions and secret meetings. It can be hard, and scary, but James never once backs away from it. Not when Regulus pleads with him to leave in fear of what his family might do, not when he shows him his dark mark, not when Sirius turns his back on him. Not even when the news breaks of his disappearance.
Because that’s not what love is to James. Love, is showing up to an unmarked grave for 3 years, laying down flowers for a man he wished he never left behind. Love, is the smile that James Potter dies with, knowing he will see him again. Love, is the face he dreams about in his dying moments. Love, is knowing that wherever Regulus goes, he will follow.
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lexithwrites · 13 days
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I once believed love would be black and white, but it’s golden
another huge thank you to Caspervi for this beautiful commission✨
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number1abbasupporter · 9 months
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*on the phone*
Regulus: babe, i’m breaking up-
James: im pregnant
Regulus: I meant the call
James: right, sorry. I panicked
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caspervi · 6 months
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Star Seeker
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myriadparacosm · 5 months
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Sirius: I just knew. I knew when Walburga got pregnant that she would give birth to pure evil with no doubts about the pain it causes to innocent people. People already dead are suffering because of you but they can't say it because they are dead! But I know the truth Reggie! I knew it the moment our blasted mother got pregnant that she will birth you that you are made to make me suffer and I can't hate you because I love you!
James:
Remus:
Regulus: I'm literally just wearing a shirt.
Sirius: TEAM EDWARD??? ARE YOU MAD? HAVE YOU SEEN JACOB?
Regulus: As if you aren't biased because you're dating a werewolf.
Remus: Don't pull me into that.
James: Hey come on, you haven't even watched the first movie, you can't pick a side yet-
Sirius: Reggie, I'm telling it for you to get /better/. You can't pick vampires over werewolves.
Regulus: I like sucking.
Remus:
Sirius:
James: He's right-
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regulusunset · 1 month
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james would carelessly call regulus angel one day. he wouldn't even notice that one of his deepest thoughts escaped from his mouth. regulus would stay still, and he would pretend that he didn't hear. however, that same night, when james kisses his forehead before going to sleep, regulus would ask james to call him that again. his angel.
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emeriart · 1 year
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Sleepy sun and stars ☀ ✨ 💤
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a-great-big-tragedy · 23 days
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This is just a random star fact, that isn’t at all about the Regulus Black… but I will make it about Regulus Black.
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moonagesirius · 2 months
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regulus who always feels like a star slowly burning out
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Young Harry talking to visitors: My papa is the best with knives
James, laughs awkwardly: Yes, dear. Reggie is the most delightful cook.
Young Harry: No I meant his dagger-
James, shoving cake into Harry's mouth: Here, sweetheart
Regulus, grinning: Harry, darling. Do you mean my tricks? Your daddy especially likes it when I use them in the bedroo-
James, shoves cake into Reg's mouth: Love, stop joking around. We have guests.
*Later*
James: Reggie, you can't SAY that infront of people.
Regulus: *takes out James' fav dagger*
James, inhales sharp breathe: Ah fuck it. Come here.
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static-radio-ao3 · 3 months
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@jegulus-microfic // february 7 // prompt: star // words: 1,416 // cw: referenced sexual content // part 1 + part 3
“So let me get this straight,” Barty says, pacing in front of the couch where Regulus is sitting with his back straight and his hands tucked between his knees. “You sucked off your ex in the bathroom, picked a fight with him because he wanted to return the favor, ended up hooking up with him and staying the night, and now you’re telling me he texted you?”
Barty ticked off every point he made, a full five fingers now held up in front of Regulus' face. Five offenses. Regulus fights to maintain eye contact but his resolve crumbles under Barty's unyielding stare. Barty Crouch Junior, a force of nature. If only he'd use his powers for good.
“That would be correct,” Regulus says after a moment of silence.
“And his name in your phone is do not fucking respond.”
“That would also be correct.”
“And what did you do?”
“I responded.” Regulus at least has the decency to hang his head in shame. He remembers how long it took his friends to piece him back together in the aftermath of Hurricane James.
Barty sighs, bone-deep and long-suffering. He pinches the bridge of his nose before dropping his hand and turning to face Regulus again. “Follow-up question: were you dropped on your head as an infant?”
Regulus perks up at that, because “Well—”
“Don’t answer that,” Barty says, voice clipped. “God, Regulus. Gold star for being a fucking idiot.”
“In my defense,” Regulus starts. He doesn't continue though. Lets the silence stretch until there is no give anymore. Barty cocks an impatient eyebrow. “He looked really good,” Regulus finishes lamely. A red flush crawls up his neck and Regulus is sure it makes the mottled bites and bruises on his skin stand out even more.
Barty stops pacing to shoot Regulus an incredulous look. “That’s such a bad excuse? He always looks good? If you’re gonna be dropping to your knees as soon as he's within a two-mile radius, just— don’t.”
“But—”
And really, Regulus isn’t sure why he’s about to argue. He absolutely should be kept away from James at all times and he’d been so good at it for a while, but then. Well. Before he gets a chance to argue though, Barty cuts him off again.
“Don't make me call Pandora. She will bring the list.”
That does shut Regulus up. A huge file with an annotated bibliography and an itemized list of why Regulus should stay away from James. They had used it against him before and it worked every time. This time though, he didn’t want his weaknesses pointed out to him just yet.
“Fine. I won't talk to James anymore.”
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“And then you have the fucking audacity to text me?” Regulus asks, incredulity bleeding into his voice. James seems unbothered by it though, hip cocked against the kitchen counter and arms crossed over his chest.
“Would you rather I call you?” He asks.
Regulus whirls on him. “No! I'd rather you not reach out to me at all!”
“See, once again, I am finding that hard to believe.” James pushes himself off the counter and steps closer to Regulus. “Did celibacy make a liar out of you? Or did I fuck you so good you forgot all the things you said last night?” He keeps his voice low as he says it, but Regulus hears it loud and clear. He shifts under James’ sharp gaze. Eyes lazily tracking the way Regulus moves.
“I'm not fucking lying. Last night was a mistake,” Regulus lies. Because that’s what he does now. Apparently.
“Technically two,” James says. He bites his bottom lip thoughtfully, eyes stuck on one of the many bruises littering Regulus’ neck.
Regulus doesn’t need the reminder, he can feel the bites and bruises sting with every turn of his head. Hands pressed palm to palm and the two of them chest to chest. A leg between Regulus’ own and his voice so wrecked he didn’t realize it was his at first. James, softened by the low light in the room, all his sharp edges blurring into pleasure. The hum of a moan into the heated skin of his neck.
“Technically three,” Regulus murmurs, eyes getting hazy, but he catches himself a second later, straightening. “But that's not what we're talking about!”
“Isn’t it?” James cocks his head. A lazy smirk pulls at James’ lips. The sight makes something simmer hot in Regulus’ gut. “We seem awful good at making mistakes. Maybe they're not mistakes at all.”
“All of this was a mistake! From the beginning! We shouldn't have hooked up and we shouldn't have dated and none of this should've fucking happened. Not last night, not last year, none of it.” Regulus takes a heaving breath. Considers saying more, but then James cuts in with:
“Are you done?”
“What?”
“I asked if you were done.”
“I— Yeah. I guess.”
James takes a step closer again, boxing Regulus in against the table. He presses his palms down on the flat surface, one on each side of Regulus’ hips. He has to look up a bit to be able to look James in the eye when they’re this close. He always liked it.
“You know what, that would've hurt my feelings if I believed you. Although I guess I do think this was a mistake. In a way.”
The feeling of James’ breath hitting the side of his neck makes Regulus shiver. James dips down for the barest, briefest moment and drags his lips along the column of Regulus’ neck, tracing the path he laid out the night before. It takes Regulus a second to realize what James just said, too caught up in his closeness to register the words. He isn't prepared for the way that statement makes him feel, a sharp pang in his chest and a dull ache all the way down his fingertips. He curls them into fists, keeps them resolutely in his lap. But before he has a chance to react, James continues.
“See, I think we never should've broken up. Mistake number one.” James takes the smallest of steps backward just to be able to raise his pointer finger. Regulus misses the heat instantly. “And I think you shouldn't have left this morning. Mistake number two.” He raises a second finger. “And you know what they say about mistakes.”
He glances at Regulus thoughtfully, waiting for him to fill in the blanks.
“Don't fucking make them?” Regulus asks.
“All good mistakes come in threes,” James corrects, a third finger now being held up.
“No one says that.”
“Maybe they should.”
“No, James,” Regulus shakes his head and leans back, putting some distance between himself and James. Or trying to, at least. “This is a bad idea and we both know it.”
James just leans into him more. Regulus goes a little cross-eyed trying to maintain eye contact. His focus is drawn to James’ lips instead. He remembers them pink and bitten. Stretched wide, spit clicking the corners.
“Come on, baby,” James hedges. “No more mistakes. Just me and you. And I'll be so good for you, good to you, I swear.”
His voice is molten honey, hot and sweet, and it sticks to Regulus’ skin like a physical thing.
And Regulus only has so much resolve. He unclenches his fists, allowing himself to reach out and touch. But the smooth fabric of James’ sweater is a poor substitute for the thing he really craves. It buzzes in his veins, a steady hum that's getting increasingly harder to ignore. There is no alcohol in his system to blur the lines he'd once drawn, he steps over them with his eyes wide open.
“You're addicting, you know that?” Regulus murmurs, mouth a few scant inches from James’. “Just can't fucking quit you. You and your Jamesness.”
Before James can reply, Regulus curls a hand over James’ throat and tugs him into a kiss. The buzzing in his veins quiets immediately, satisfaction rushing through them instead. It’s heady, kissing James again, even though it’s only been a couple of hours since their last kiss. James really is addicting. And Regulus is a weak, weak man.
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is that a phone in your pocket or are you happy to see me [group • 4 members]
reg: hey guys....
evan: you're an embarrassment
barty: @panda send the fuckinf list
pandora: reasons why regulus should keep his dick in his pants and out of his ex [file type: PDF • 53 pages]
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love-slipped · 6 months
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what if i said james loved performing his head boy duties on regulus
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flowersforfrancis · 1 year
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James has the right idea obvi
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starchaserdreams · 1 year
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Regulus: sometimes I feel like I never figured out how to get close to people like Sirius did. I feel like I'm 9x farther away from everyone than he is.
James: awww, that's not true.
Regulus: yeah it is. And he shines brighter than me too. I feel like people see me as several orders of magnitude less bright than him.
James: wait what?
Regulus: I could have been brighter... Sirius is only 20 times brighter than the sun, but I'm 350 times brighter than the sun. I'm just too far away and people can't really see me at full strength.
James: what are we talking about exactly?
Sirius: James look up. He's talking about the stars Sirius and Regulus.
Regulus: no, I'm talking about me.
Regulus: ...But also yeah, the stars.
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