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invalid-prongs · 1 year
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“what are you, gay?”
james casts his eyes to the floor, silent. the cigarette in his hand is beginning to burn his fingers, so he drops it on the floor, crushing it under his foot. “i don’t know. i really like him.”
peter sighs gently. he takes a moment before reaching out slowly, resting a hand on james’ arm. “okay,” he smiles, causing the other lad to look up at him, confused. “okay. i’m sorry for being rude. you can’t help who you like.”
a smile flickers on james’ face and he pulls his best friend into a hug. “thank you, pete,” he whispers, and the shorter lad squeezes him gently.
“but you had better tell sirius before he loses his shit.”
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heaven4lostgirls · 13 days
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regret (7/4/24)
@jegulus-microfic 459 words
Regret @ jegulus microfic.
James regrets telling Harry that Regulus would be coming over today. The entire morning is spent trying to keep the little toddler in place, which proves to be harder than James imagined. Harry refuses to eat his breakfast because he’s ‘waiting fow weggie!!” his three-year-old exclaimed, refused to stay still and let James bathe him after said breakfast because, “what if we miss when weggie comes?” and then subsequently refused to sit down and watch tv, instead…he stood staring at the door for the last 5 minutes.
James sighs, “are you sure you don’t want me to put Bluey on for you haz?” he tries again, but all the Harry does is pout and place his bottom on the floor as he stares determinedly at the wooden door frame. “I waiting”  he proclaims proudly, and James resigns to his fate as he sits on the couch, facing the door to watch his toddler.
After another 5 minutes, Harry starts to get restless and squirms on the floor, James adjusts and almost moves to get up to ask him if he wants to do something else before a piercing squeal echoes through the air as Harry catches sight of Regulus getting out a cab.
Harry’s tiny feet carry him to the front door as he stretches his arms to try and reach the door handle before Regulus even makes it down the small footpath, James rushes to his son, picking him up, who is chanting “weggie, weggie, weggie” on repeat. James snorts a laugh before putting him on his waist and opening the door.
James and Regulus make eye contact and before they can do anything other than share a sweet smile, Harry launches himself out of James’ arms and into Regulus.’ “Harry!” James scolds as he tries to wrestle his toddler back into his grip only for him to relent when Regulus places his hands under Harry’s arm to hold him.
“Hey, there Haz” Regulus says softly with a small smile as he tucks one of his stray curls behind his ear. “Have you been giving your dad trouble?” he teases the toddler as he fixes his skew glasses and Harry only pouts before dragging out a long “Nooooo” with a small giggle.
James can only shake his head as he watches the two of them interact. He places a soft kiss on Regulus’ cheek before he ushers them inside, “He was a nightmare, you’re going to have to start staying nights at this rate” James whispers in his ear as Harry drags them both to watch Bluey.
“I couldn’t think of anything better” Regulus replies as they all settle in, Harry laying haphazardly on top of both Regulus and James with his half-eaten breakfast laying on the table.
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“i think i want to be alone.”
“oh, okay! i’ll just be in the other room, okay?” james begins to gather up his things that he had just brought into the room, trying to fit everything into the pockets of his jeans and failing spectacularly. he puts down his mug and book, taking what he can carry into the next room before returning for the other things. “just shout if you need me.” he says as he turns towards the doorway.
“actually, james?” regulus flicks his head to the side to face james, chewing the corner of his lip, “can we be alone but together? like, can you stay with me but can we just sit in silence for a bit, please?” he looks down towards the edge of the sofa, picking at his fingers as he waits for a response.
james walks over to the sofa, launching himself on to the sofa and wrapping his arm around regulus. he places his mug on the coffee table and mimes zipping his mouth shut. regulus smiles gently, relaxing into james’ grip as the older boy turns the next page of his book.
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saintchaser · 2 years
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regulus and james are a summer love. they're stargazing in the warm air of summer and adolescent love. they're picking flowers and kisses pressed to foreheads, temples, cheeks, and necks, and whether it is too much or too little, they always end up yearning for more.
it's always been summer because james is the sun. james, loud and warm and full of love for everything the world has for them, so proud of himself and the world for giving and receiving his adoration for it.
and regulus is the moon and the evening and the sticky air of summer, running away, the grass tickling your feet, but not too far away. not too far away when you have a legacy, chained to your feet, not allowing you to escape. the family will always be more important than childhood love.
they're summer love. they're a cold and a warm body cooling off and heating up each other, bringing out the perfection of the other, bringing out the best and the worst, a collision of so many factors, a maelstrom of feelings and emotions that never are just the right amount.
it's too little, and they want more, and more, and more love, in their blood flow and filling up their bodies, pooling in their bellies, and then it's too much and they push each other away because they feel it and, deep down, they know that it'll never be so right, but it feels so good.
but summer always ends, autumn takes over, and, no matter how hard you want, how much you wish, no two summers are the same.
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marauderswhore4 · 1 year
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In honour of 200 followers, here is a love letter Regulus wrote to James but never sent.
I haven't stopped thinking about you since you kissed me. The feeling of your lips against mine is the dawn of the emergence of a new constellation reflected in the sparkle of your eyes. And the hope that you might some day kiss me again is a flame I most ardently crave to taste.
I used to spend all my time alone, but now every moment I can gain I spend dreaming of what it might be like to rest in your arms. Would we crash together like the sea is drawn to the rocks or blend together like the sugar in my tea? Would your hand in mine explode in a spectre of colour brighter than the sun, or hum quietly like the wind brushes the leaves in the silver moonlight?
I haven't stopped thinking about you since the first time your eyes met mine, a brilliant brown in the coat of grey. It seems to be consuming me the way a book captures the reader, with an unparalleled passion and a spill of the most personal secrets in a spectacle that can never be recreated. The idea of feeling your gaze on me once more has kept me utterly chained to you in every blink of my eyes and in every breath I take.
Yours,
Regulus
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snarky-magpie · 9 months
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Written for the ficwip 5k challenge and you can read it here.
“See the ring? Take it off.” 
For some reason, James rebels against the suggestion. Something deep inside him, in his very core, the place he imagines holds his fucking soul, protests against the notion. The ring belongs to him, a vital and indelible part he refuses to remove.
“Just do it, you prat.” 
James slides the ring oh-so-carefully off, gripping it between his index finger and thumb so tightly the sharp edges imprint on his skin. Good. It should leave a mark. 
“Now read the inscription.” 
How about that? Remus is right. A message is engraved inside in an elegant if somewhat thin and not easily readable script. 
Heart of the Lion. My heart. My soul. My love. Regulus.
The words strike a chord deep within James, and for the second time today, his eyes sting and overflow. He has to pinch his nose to stop himself from sniffling like a little kid who bumped their knee.
“I don’t understand. Why do I have a ring with Reggie’s name on it?”
“Prongs, you bloody pillock. That’s an engagement ring, yeah? Reggie has the same one, well, with a yellow stone for the sun because it’s some kind of symbolism shite for you two, with your name. You asked him to marry you this morning and dragged us here to celebrate.” Sirius finishes his speech with the air of a long-suffering older brother. 
“I still don’t get it. If I’m wearing this,” James shows off the dark circle, waving it in front of his friends before hastily slipping it back on his ring finger, where it belongs and where it will stay for eternity, “it means Reggie said yes.” 
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adharastarlight · 5 months
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Reg, reading at 1am, with James' head in his lap, idly playing with his hair with one hand.
Reg looking down at him and smiling so softly at how peaceful he looks.
Reg thinking James is asleep.
Reg whispering for the first time "I love you."
Reg's heart fluttering when there's a sleepy mumble of "I love you too" below him.
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pearlynia · 2 months
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James, groaning: my lips are so dry!
Sirius: try putting honey on it, it helps
James:
James, grabbing Regulus's face kisses him: there!
Sirius, looking like he wants to laugh and cry: you- I- wha- how- I- n-
Remus, looking up from his book: Great! This is the third time this week that you two broke him and it's Monday!
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alpha-canis-major · 9 months
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James:*accidentally walking into Regulus* Oh hey Reg, how are you?
Regulus:*scowling* watch where you're going Potter
Later
James: I just don't think he likes me Moons, and I don't know what to do with myself because I like him so so so much
Remus: It'll be alright Prongs, and maybe it's better this way so Sirius doesn't kill you
James: Yeah, maybe
Meanwhile
Regulus: I just like him so much
Evan: We know
Regulus: Every single thought I have is about him
Barty: Yes, we know
Regulus: I wish he would just slam me against the wall and have his way with me
Dorcas: Regulus you say this every single day we are aware
Regulus: He's just so ARRRGGGAAARRGGGG and I want to EAT him I need this man biblically he makes me feral
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bowiesawizardmoony · 3 months
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when james disassociates and regulus is nearby he likes to doodle on james’ hand as a soft way to ground him and when james comes back to himself he gets to see all the little stars and planets and consolations and moons and plants and whatever else reg drew on him and it makes him feel loved and safe
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invalid-prongs · 2 years
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“are you even listening to me?”
james flutters his eyelids quickly before refoucisng back into reality to see regulus staring at him, half upset, half confused. with a sheepish smile, the gryffindor asks, “i’m sorry, what did you say?”
he sits for a moment, waiting for regulus to get irritated and moody like everybody else. but he doesn’t.
“it’s okay,” he smiles, genuine. “sometimes you can’t focus. i’ll just explain it again.”
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heaven4lostgirls · 13 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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this is a follow-on from my last post. enjoy. :)
“harry, are you ready to go?”
james pulls his coat on at the bottom of the stairs, picking up his car keys and attempting to flatten his hair. after a few moments, harry toddles through from the living room, clumsily wobbling back and forth before plonking himself on to the bottom step. “look! me put my shoes on.” harry sticks his legs out as far as he can in front of him, sliding off the step with a gentle thud, “oof.”
“good job, little man!” james kneels down in front of harry, moving him back on to the step and checking his shoes are tight enough. “uh oh,” james begins to undo the straps, “you’ve put them on the wrong way! your little feet look like bananas!” he pulls the shoes off, hurrying into the kitchen before kneeling back in front of harry. “you see, i used to do that too.”
“dad has ‘nana feet?” harry giggles softly, poking at james’ feet.
“not anymore! you see, your dad taught me a very special trick many years ago.” james uncaps the marker he had just grabbed, writing a small l and r on the right shoes. “if you look at the end of the shoe, it’ll tell you which side it’s for. try now.”
harry pulls his shoes on each foot with a soft grunt, almost falling backwards each time. he pulls the velcro straps across, fastening himself in. “did i do it?”
james glances downwards before looking at harry’s shoes, quickly lifting him into the air and spinning him around, causing him to giggle again.
“you sure did!”
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stormygrievances · 22 days
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@jegulus-microfic march 28th, skinny-dip, 200 words
“Oh, come on baby,” James whines, pouting and looking straight at Regulus. “I promise you’ll have so much fun!”
Fuck. James is not playing fair right now. He knows Regulus can’t say no to him when he looks like that. Sneaky git.
“Can’t we just go for a normal swim?” Regulus offers.
“Then it won’t be skinny-dipping,” James counters. “I promise you’ll enjoy it!”
Regulus clicks his tongue, determined to make his boyfriend work for it a little more. “Hm, I don’t think so Jamie,” he hums. “What if someone sees us naked?”
“Let them,” James replies, looking like he’s already won. “You’re mine anyways.”
Bless James’ heart. “The police, my love,” Regulus counters. “What if the police sees?”
“I won’t get jealous, I promise.”
Regulus chuckles, rolling his eyes. “I don’t think that’ll matter much when we get arrested for public indecency, Jamie.”
James pouts again, getting close to Regulus and wrapping his arms around his waist. “Pleeease, baby? I’ll make you that lasagna you really like afterwards.”
Regulus rests his head on top on James’ shoulder smirking to himself. “Deal,” he says, pressing a kiss to James’ cheek. “I was going to do it either way.”
“I know.”
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snarky-magpie · 8 months
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You can read the first two chapters of this very fluffy, not at all serious fic here.
Regulus’ knees have a replay of the previous visit and buckle under him fucking again, so suddenly this time that he has to use his other hand—the one James isn’t currently grasping—to grip the counter so he wouldn’t crumple to the floor like a heroine in a Jane Austen novel. How humiliating. And the bastard only laughs and fastens his lips to the back of his hand harder. James one, Regulus zero. 
The moment his sense of equilibrium returns, he yanks his hand away, drawing on each ounce of haughtiness provided by his Black heritage, channeling every bit of Walburga and Orion as he strives to pierce James with a scowl, but it achieves a big fat nothing. James grins, satisfied with the success of his stunt, then writes down his final guess of the day.
A name in his crisp handwriting stares back at Regulus when he accepts the cup, the black letters a stark contrast with the recycled brown paper.
‘Leo.’
Well. That’s in the vicinity. Somewhat. That doesn’t mean he’ll make this easy on James. The sod doesn’t deserve the hint, or any hint, not after the kissing scheme—the back of Regulus’ hand still tingles as though he ran it through a field of nettles—so he sends the eager barista a look he hopes channels disappointment and exhaustion in equal parts.
“You’re never gonna get it.” 
“Damn. I really thought I had it this time. There’s something about you that screams Leo.” James tilts his head, studying Regulus, flitting his eyes up and down and scanning every line of his face as though he assumes they might spell out the letters of Regulus’ name for him. “Well. See you tomorrow at three, Arthur.” 
“You’re out of guesses,  Jamie, mon ami stupide .” If James can play dirty, so can he. Oh, he’s perfectly aware of what effect his speaking French has on people. Pandora teases him it’s his go-to move when he wants to pull. Her assessment might be accurate, but hey, why mess with a tried and trusty procedure? One day, it may lose its appeal, but today is not that day. James swallows hard when he hears, the jut of his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. 
“I’m almost certain you just called me stupid, and it doesn’t even bother me. Do you speak French?”
“Obviously.”
“Yeah. Okay. Obviously. Say something else? Please?” 
Regulus, all too aware that the crowd behind him continues to expand and that the covert glances Lily darts their way grow increasingly desperate, grabs his order, poised to leave, but then changes his mind at the last minute. He’d be dumb to let this opportunity slip through his fingers, no? 
“Tu ne devineras jamais mon nom.”
“No clue what you’re saying, but it’s so sexy I don’t even care.” 
“Yes. You’ve got a bit of dribble here.” Regulus taps the corner of his lips, and to his great amusement, James follows the motion as if in his thrall, wiping at his absolutely dry mouth.
“You sod.”
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making jegulus fanart is switching between the taylor swift playlist and the lana del rey one depending on which idiot you’re drawing
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