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I'm back with the pretty boys facing each other

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somebody sedate me

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i love them

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eyes eyes eyes

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Regulus is the one who fell first but James definitely fell harder

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Broom - @into-the-jeggyverse - wc: 388

James Potter could talk about broomsticks for hours. And he often did.

"And it's not just about the wood, you know?" he continued, sprawled out on Regulus’ bed in Grimmauld Place, hands gesturing wildly. "It's about the bristles too. Did you know that the ones on Cleansweep models are individually charmed for aerodynamic precision? But the Nimbus series—"

"James." Regulus interrupted, already regretting letting him in through the window.

"But the Nimbus series," James steamrolled right over him, "actually integrates a cushioning charm in the handle itself, which is why the ride is smoother. You can practically feel the difference in the way—"

"James."

"—it turns. That’s why I think—"

"James, for Salazar's sake."

James blinked up at him, utterly oblivious to Regulus' growing irritation. "What? I’m in the middle of something important."

Regulus pinched the bridge of his nose. "You’ve been monologuing about broomsticks for forty-five minutes."

"Forty-seven, actually," James corrected.

Regulus groaned. "I love Quidditch. I love being a Seeker. But I do not care about bristles or cushioning charms or the existential experience of a broomstick’s past life as a tree."

James grinned, undeterred. "But don’t you ever wonder? If brooms still feel things? Like, imagine if they have memories of when they were trees, swaying in the wind, talking to other trees—do you think they miss it?"

Regulus stared at him. "Are you asking me if my broomstick is having an existential crisis?"

"Exactly!" James sat up, eyes wide with excitement. "What if, every time we fly, they’re just screaming inside because they miss their roots?"

Regulus threw a pillow at him. "Merlin’s beard, James. Shut up."

James just laughed, catching the pillow effortlessly. "Admit it, you’re fascinated."

"I am the exact opposite of fascinated."

"Then why are you smiling?"

Regulus scowled and turned away, but James was already grinning triumphantly.

"See? You love my stupid thoughts," James teased.

Regulus sighed dramatically before falling back onto the bed beside him. "No, I love you. Unfortunately, that means enduring the endless, inane ramblings of James Potter."

James beamed. "That’s the best thing you’ve ever said to me."

"I take it back."

"Too late. I heard it. Forever locked in my memory, just like broomsticks probably lock in their past lives."

Regulus smacked a hand over James’ mouth. "Shut. Up."

James kissed his palm. "Never."

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Every Jegulus fic dynamic ever (& I'm a sucker for it every time)

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I have an obsession with James Potter and regulus black, to the point that I am thinking about them even when I'm making food or something. There are my inner dialogue it isn't just me any more. I genuine have such brain what from them. I hear myself saying “Oh Merlin” or “Salazars cape on a poll” without even realizing it.

I think about these specific fanarts whe reading as well I cannot picture them any differently and it's insane.

One day I'll be able to listen to music normally again(I won't)

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“i will fall in love with you over and over again i dont care how where or when no matter how long it’s been you’re mine” and make it jegulus

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regulus waking up and snuggling up to james’ back thinking he is still asleep but as soon as he makes contact, he feels a full body shudder go through his husband.

“james? what’s wrong? are you…are you crying?”

regulus’ heart breaks when there’s only a sob in response.

“baby? tell me what’s wrong. what happened, jamie?” regulus sits up, leaning over james’ body and inspecting his tear stained face for any hint of what caused him to wake up like this.

james shakes his head, smiling sheepishly through the wetness on his face. “i’m okay.”

regulus frowns, feeling helpless. “don’t lie to me. you’re obviously not okay.”

“no, really, i’m fine. i promise. “ james turns so they’re facing each other, reaching up to place both hands on regulus’ cheeks, releasing a sigh filled with contentment.

“but why are you crying?”

at this, james giggles bashfully. “it’s just that we have such a beautiful life, regulus. no one understands me like you do. no one loves me like you do and no one ever could love me like you. we’ve invested so much effort into making this house perfect for us.“

“our wedding was a dream come true. not to mention, we’re raising the coolest and smartest people i’ve ever met in my life. i never get sick of it honestly,” james tells regulus, sighing again and moving into his personal space in order to rest his head on regulus’ thigh.

regulus’ chest feels warm at the honest love in james’ voice. he slips his fingers into his husband’s hair, softly detangling the knots from sleeping. “i don’t understand. that makes you sad?”

james closes his eye as he says, “i’m just so happy. so grateful to have met you.”

regulus feels nauseated with the amount of affection that wells up inside of him at james’ candid words. he’s not even trying to smooth talk regulus, he truly feels this way.

shit. now, regulus wants to cry.

“i’m really happy too,” he whispers, still petting james’ curls.

“you are?” james asks, not disbelieving but wanting confirmation all the same.

regulus smiles even though james cannot see. “very happy.”

“good,” james hums. “thank you.”

“for what?”

“for respecting me and trusting me. for caring for me and making me a better person.”

james sighs a third time as regulus digs his fingers into his scalp the way he likes. “for loving me.”

“it has, and will continue to be,” regulus says, mirroring james’ conviction, “and honor to love and be loved by you, james potter.”

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jegulus inspired by CMU because i am absolutely obsessed. thank you @damagecontrol.jpg for writing it and thank you @iseeyouinconstellations for recommending it to me ❤️🥰 i might have added earings to reg to accompany their piercings, i hope you shall excuse me. i fear the disheveled clothing is their fault, that was out of my control

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I never wanna leave your love

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I did this last year and I m not really happy w the result but i have to post it ahah

Anyway I want to cry now

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Hold - jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 270

Regulus couldn’t stop overthinking as he walked along the path with James. This was such new territory. So different from their usual routine. Sure, it was easy to meet up in the middle of the night and stumble into a broom closet or empty classroom, lips glued together like they couldn’t possibly pull them apart, but this…this felt more intimate somehow. Perhaps it was the daylight that shone on the dirt path, illuminating the little rocks and the freckles on James’s collarbone.

Perhaps it was that now that their lips weren’t busy, they might actually have to talk.

Either way, Regulus had never felt more nervous in his life. It felt like this actually meant something. 

Staring downward, he scowled, cheeks pink from anxiety and cold, wondering if maybe he should just give up on this whole idea and turn back.

And then, very carefully, James’s fingers brushed his, and without thinking, he jolted his head upward to stare, eyebrows pulled together, frowning. 

“Sorry,” James mumbled, pulling his hand back, looking devastated.

But that wasn’t what Regulus wanted at all. He’d just been shocked. And now…

“No. Don’t be stupid. I…” he struggled for words, wanting to literally stomp his foot with frustration. James gave him the most adorable look of confusion, head tilting to one side, and Regulus sighed. “Fuck it.”

He grabbed James’s hand, holding it tight, and began walking along the path, nearly dragging the other boy with him. 

“Okay?” he asked, heart hammering, refusing to make eye contact.

But James’s breathless “yeah” made him look up.

The other boy was grinning brighter than the morning sun.

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hold - jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 141

"Hey Reg, will you hold this for me?" James asked, voice completely casual.

Regulus hardly looked up. He was completely wrapped up in lounging on the couch next to James and reading his book, and he had been for half an hour, hardly paying James any attention. Halfheartedly, he held out his hand, eyes still trained on the page he'd been reading.

But it wasn't an object that was placed in his hand. It was warm fingers that intertwined with his own.

Confused, Regulus finally look up, but James just sent him a small smile. "No takes-backsies," the older boy said, winking and holding his hand tighter.

And, despite his best efforts, Regulus chuckled. "You're an idiot."

"I'm your idiot. Now put down the book and kiss me, yeah?" James asked hopefully.

Regulus couldn't help but listen, smiling the whole time.

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regulus wakes up on a sunday morning and james is softly kissing his shoulder and he’s still half asleep and he calls james baby and they get up and make breakfast together and feed their cats and go on a walk but regulus makes james carry him on his back halfway through and they go home and lay on the couch and eat ice cream and doze for hours and they live happily ever after amen