#DOMESTIC JEGGY!!!!

[ecstarry]

regulus still not used to sharing a bed with james waking up in the middle of the night and just throwing his arm and hitting james in the face and james doesn’t even properly wake up just grabs the arm and pulls regulus closer and squeezes him and aaah even in the middle of the night james smells sooo good and that always gets regulus sleepy again and then its just happily ever after from there

[bluedahlia912]

Regulus who insists that James has the better pillow— a years-long dispute.

James knows he does, of course, and scored the last one of its kind whilst browsing homewares one day with Regulus.

Each day when James goes to work, Regulus waits for his kiss goodbye, then immediately rolls over in the pre-dawn light and gets his last two hours of rest on James’s cloud of a pillow.

“And what if I switched our pillows?” Regulus asks one night as they prepare for bed.

James has just buried half of his face into the pillow, Regulus fluffing another. When Regulus says this, though, James lifts his face, squinting at Regulus with something akin to terror.

“You didn’t,” he says.

“Oh, but what if I *did*?” Regulus asks, cackling as James frantically sits up, squeezing his pillow, then Regulus’s, before sinking back down, reassured.

“You didn’t,” he mumbles, settling back into his position.

“No, I didn’t,” Regulus slides in beside him, an arm around James, their foreheads touching as he presses a kiss to the tip of the other’s sloping nose. “But one day, I might.”

He won’t, of course, but he lives for this, these moments of simple domesticity, of knowing someone so intimately and fighting over pillows or where to get takeaway or whose turn it is to carry up the laundry— essentially, of getting to live life with someone.

[siriuslylu]

Regulus putting his book down: James, you’re staring

James: isn’t that what you’re supposed to do with art?

[onehundredflamingos]

@jegulus-microfic

23 / shadow 181 words

“James, do you need any clothes washed?” Regulus called to him—James had this tendency to forget to put his favorite clothes into the dirty hamper and then wonder why none of it was ever clean.

“Need anything ‘pecific, Daddy?” Harry asked next, holding his own miniature laundry basket out. He had taken to doing everything alongside his Papa, following him around like a little shadow, cleaning and cooking and reading.

James let out a soft laugh, before nodding his head. “I need these jeans washed, if you don’t mind throwing them in,” he said, digging through a pile on the floor of his closet before handing the dirty jeans to Regulus, pressing a kiss to his lips. “Thanks, love.”

“Me too, Daddy?” Harry asked loudly.

“Oh, of course, sweetheart,” James said with a soft laugh, picking a clean pajama shirt up off the bed and setting it into Harry’s laundry hamper, even though it didn’t need to be washed.

“Kiss too?” Harry asked, beaming up at James.

James smiled and kissed Harry as well, endlessly grateful for his two favorite boys.

[regulus-smith]

EVERYONE FILL MY INBOX WITH THEIR HCS ABOUT ME PLEASEEEE

@yourlocalbadgerscales @whydousernamesevenexist @my-castles-crumbling @chaserofstars11 (my only moots I'm pretty sure)

[sunnysaystuff]

James: Go to sleep or you'll hate yourself in the morning. Regulus: I'll hate myself in the morning regardless.

[addisonstars]

"my favorite everything"

written for day 25 of september for @jegulus-microfic with the prompt "pillow"

496 words!

“Reg, if you put one more pillow or candle into the shopping cart, I am going to divorce you.” James says as Regulus tosses in what has to be the 5th pillow into the cart. 

“But it’s fall, how could I not,” Regulus whines. “Our place needs to smell of cinnamon, pumpkins, and be decorated with blankets to accentuate the mood. It’s finally fall, my favorite, James.” Regulus pauses, and adds, “and no you wouldn't dare.” 

“I will if we end up having to take something back because we didn't have enough room in our house. You remember that we have a 2 bedroom flat, not a mansion.” James notes. “I don’t think we’re gonna have enough room to fit these pillows that we are getting,” he glances down at their buggy, “and the ones we already have.” 

Regulus smiles, pulling the cart and James along to the next aisle. “Never say never my dear Jamie.” He picks up a jar filled with autumnal colored floral, nods and sets it in the cart. Jame picks it back up and sets it back on the shelf. Reg, without even turning around, sets back in the cart. James gives up and rolls his eyes. 

James however, smiles because seeing Regulus happy makes him happy. So it’s really a win-win situation. He decides not to factor his bank account into this equation. 

He looks in the cart, his eyes darting over the items making a mental list of what they have and what they still need. “I think the only thing we need now is some candy corn.”

James wrinkles his nose in disgust. “That piece of corn-syrup you call candy corn is not coming into my house.” 

“But-”

“No.”

“I want some though.” 

“So?” James states simply. “I want to have room to sit on the couch and not have to move the pillows every time I sit, but here I am.” 

Regulus pauses for a long moment. He picks up the orange pillow with a white embroidered pumpkin on it and sits it on the shelf. He takes out five out of the ten little pumpkins, along with the cheesy fall colored sign. He puts them all back where they belong and returns with three bags of candy corn. 

“Compromise.” Regulus raises his eyebrows. Holds out his hand for James to agree. 

James lifts his hand, “three bags? Not even two?” 

Regulus lifts his hand to the pillow he set back on the shelf right there. James swats it away and shakes Regulus’ hand. “Remind me never to go seasonal shopping with you. This was a nightmare.” 

“But I’m your favorite nightmare.” Regulus pouts, leading James out of the fall aisles, heading to checkout. 

“You could say that. You’re my favorite in general.” James picks up Reggies free hands and encloses it on his own. 

“You’re my favorite everything Jamie.” Regulus looks up to James with a sparkle in his eyes, a gentle smile on his face.

FALL IS FIANLLY HERE. I REPEAT, FALL IS HERE!! hc that regulus loves the sugary goodness of candy corn and loves to decorate the house based on the seasons because regs parents never did.

-a.s.

[notyournecromancer]

ok so i fell down a tiktok hole of people pranking and scaring their husbands and it’s not my usual brand of humour HOWEVER. now i desperately need a domestic wolfstar fic where they’re married, in love, and prank the everloving fuck out of each other as they get older. maybe with jeggy/jily on the side doing the same.

please tell me someone has a rec, i’m on my knees

[thebibutterflyao3]

✨Look✨ at them! Domestic Jeggy heals my soul.

[siriuslylu]

Everyone meeting at Jegulus’ house for dinner

Dorcas: *walking to the kitchen door next to Regulus* okaaaay, I’m starving, what are you making?

Regulus: *sighs* bad decisions

*James and Sirius trying to get down the noodles stuck to the ceiling*

[onehundredflamingos]

@jegulus-microfic

3 / zombie / 151 words

“How about a dinosaur?” Regulus asked Harry. It was still four weeks until Halloween, but Harry’s incessant requests to go costume shopping had finally worn James and Regulus down.

Harry shook his head no.

“A pumpkin?” James asked.

Harry shook his head again. “A zombie!”

“He’s only three,” Regulus whispered to James, as if he was unaware.

“It’s not that scary,” James argued, gesturing to the costume Harry had picked out, decaying flesh and rotted teeth and all.

Regulus gave him a pointed look.

“A bear?” Regulus asked next, holding up the fuzzy brown costume and baring his teeth — making a show that bears can be scary too!

“No, zombie!”

Shit.

“Fine, you can be a zombie Harry,” Regulus said, finally acquiescing.

Harry immediately beamed up at James. “I told you we could convince him,” James whispered, ruffling Harry’s hair. “Think we can find one in my size to match?”

[tadaxii-i]

FINE, OKAY

James and Barty

What a ride

It's giving "what do you have in your hand" "a knife" "NO"

Okay, jokes aside, Barty gets so flustered by James.

He's just so big

Like, Evan is tall, right? But James. James.

James is over 6 feet, broad, got that chaser build.

And it's even more startling because of the contrast.

Barty knows Evan is mean, yeah? They basically live together, he knows.

James, though, he's basically the human embodiment of a teddy bear

All warm and so so kind

Remember what I said about roughness and jagged edges?

James is soft around everyone else, but Barty, oh, Barty.

James knows Barty's bathshit. He also knows that he needs to be outdone in his madness to be unsettled, and oh boy, does James have two hands and a plan

Sometimes, esp at the beginning of their relationship, B and J will just be hanging out with their respective boyfies, chilling

And James will just lean closer and whisper absolute pure filth into Barty's ear, then retract like nothing happened.

Awful things too.

Reg says he believes him, but B knows he doesn't. It's not a part of James he knows.

But that's fine.

So it's between the two of them, mostly.

Also.

I feel like I didn't talk enough about Evan and Regulus.

Jeggie is sweet, yeah? Very domestic.

But I feel like Reg would be so scared and nervous about messing up with James.

He's really innocent, having grown up in a gentle family.

Regulus is terrified of doing things that upset James, even if they are just trauma responses.

He doesn't have that issue with Evan. In fact, I believe he is most comfortable showing his true self with Ev.

So they're usually domestic²

When they brush teeth, Evan will sit on the edge of the bathtub and look at Regulus.

He does a lot of that, looking.

Probably the most quiet of all three, really.

Reg is quiet out of necessity, but he has so much to say.

Evan is just a soft soul.

They're very caring towards one another. They don't put each other on a pedestal.

Evan will read to Reg at night.

Reg with brush Evan's hair.

They will bake together in the most comfortable silence.

Also, I'm 100% sure that it James' hugs are the ones he can sleep in, Evan's are the ones he can cry in.

I rest my case.

I just mentioned in my previous posts' # queerplatonic bartylus and i feel like we have something going on right now.

Reg being both in a qpr with Barty and a romantic relationship with James

But Barty's also kinda qp with James

And he's dating Evan

So it's twisted rosestarchaserkiller

But B and R would have known each other for years

So they kinda developed a sort of unwavering and unthinking comfort with each other

Undressing around each other, sleeping in the same bed, taking showers together, you name it.

And I headcanon Barty to be a very aesthetic oriented arospec dude

So Reg would be so pretty and Barty would run with that

A mood, honestly

And R would just enjoy the company and affection of his lifelong friend

James can be a bit overwhelming sometimes?

He's sweet

Really sweet

Too sweet

And Regulus would enjoy the difference, the more rough and jagged edges of Barty's

And Barty, opposingly, would like the elegance of Reg compared to Evan's roughness

Evan's buff, but Reg is just a dainty guy

Itty bitty piss boy

So they'd all be complementary

I literally just came up with that but I feel like I'm gonna be able to talk for hours

Please ask me about them

I beg of you

Yeah that's all for today haha I'm completely normal about them.

Haha...

[addisonstars]

"quidditch husbands"

written for day 18 of september for @jegulus-microfic with the prompt "trophy"

436 words

“James,” Regulus whines. 

“No. It’s not happening. No matter how many times you ask me, I am not removing my quidditch trophies.” 

The trophies were littered everywhere. On the mantle, on the kitchen counters, on the end tables, the bathrooms, and the dressers in the bathroom. Regulus didn't know that James had so many of them, but alas here they were, standing in the living room that had 5 of them in here. 

“But-” 

“No buts.” James side-steps Regulus to avoid his nagging. “They’re staying there ‘till I die, Reg. And I’ll make sure of it.” 

Regulus smiles. “Guess I’ll have to kill you then.” James suddenly whirls around to find Regulus standing there with his hands on his hips and a twinkle in his eyes. “If that's the only way.” 

“Regulus.” 

“James.” 

“What the fuck man, I thought we were married.” He cries in fake outrage. “Threatening to murder me because you can’t design the whole house. Sorry that my trophies are displayed everywhere, just showcasing my awesome skills at quidditch.” 

“You're the one about to be splayed everywhere if you don't find someplace else to place your numerous trophies please James.” Regulus states matter-of-factly. “And for the record, I have just about as many trophies as you do, just that I’m more humble and they're packed away.” he may have exaggerated a bit, but he needed to get James off his high horse. 

“Nu uh, you're a liar.” James says, playfully wagging his finger at Regulus. “You're nowhere as good as I am at quidditch.” 

“And how do you know?” 

“I watched you throughout your years at Hogwarts. You were good, sure, but you could have been better.” 

Regulus crosses his arms, defensive of himself. “Alright fine then. The grass pitches outside with your broom in 10. Deal?” 

James smiles and reaches his hand out, “deal.” 

***

They come in hours later, neither wanting to be the loser. Regulus eventually conceded, knowing he was going to lose from the start. James doesn't hesitate to shove it in his face though. 

“Ha! You lost!” James says, for what has to be the 100th time today. They’re taking their much needed shower now.

“I have ears, you know. It doesn't need to be repeated.” Regulus says, a little over James' boasting.

“Just making sure.” James strips and climbs in the warm water. Suddenly, Regulus sees an opportunity and takes his chance to get back at James. He flushes the toilet, causing the shower water to go cold. He hears the shriek of surprise followed by the “Regulus you little shit, get your arse back here! You coward!”

love these two sm :)

-a.s.

[regulus-smith]

PLEASE

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[addisonstars]

"take a photograph and live inside"

written for day 24 of september for @jegulus-microfic with the prompt "capture"

708 words of fluff, fluff, and more fluff!

“Happy anniversary love,” Regulus says as he hands James a part of his gift. He’s proud of this gift, partly because he didn’t need Sirius’s help on it like he normally did when deciding to get James something. He never knew what to get people; gift-giving was a very stressful thing for Regulus. 

James smiles brightly and sets down his fork. They were eating cheesecake to celebrate their 7th anniversary, along with a bottle of expensive champagne Regulus had gotten. They normally went out to eat or did something special, but they opted out this year and had a domestic day to themselves, just enjoying each other. Doing it this way also meant they had all day to fuck each other senseless on all surfaces of the house. 

He unwrapped the little gift, holding a photobook in his hands. One side was green, and the other was red, a little throwback to their days at hogwarts. 

“A photobook, for me?” James exclaims, delighted. “I love it already.” 

Regulus blushes, the tips of his ears turning pink. He ushers James to get on with it, to open it already. He is partly nervous because even though he knows James will love it, some part is worried he won’t. 

James peels back the cover, and flips to the first page. It’s a picture of them at Hogwarts in the astronomy tower. He had to practically beg Remus to take this picture sneakily while they were in there, but he was able to con him into doing it. He would have asked Sirius, but he didn't know about their relationship yet and he wasn't quite sure if he wanted to tell Sirius quite yet that he was shagging his best friend. 

“Aww, it’s us in the early days. I remember those days, when we were so careful yet carefree with our relationship.” Regulus sees the smile forming on James face and he can’t help to contain his own forming. 

The next page shows a picture of them in their quidditch robes, with their brooms in hand. The next, one in the common room with James and Regulus ties mixed up; James was wearing Reg’s green one and Reg had on James’s red one. That was not the first time that the occurrence happened, nor would it be the last. 

They kept flipping through the picture book together, seeing all their moments captured in print. It warmed Regulus' heart to see him and James so happy, so peaceful together. 

There were photos of him and James in front of their first flat together, some of them holding Teddy - Sirius and Remus' child - some selfies taken in the dark, some dinner photos, or other holiday pictures. James couldn't help but recall the moment that they were taken in, describing each moment in vivid detail. 

They passed their wedding photos and Regulus started tearing up. He couldn't believe that he had gotten so damn lucky to be with James. It was almost as if some god had made them just for each other, Regulus made just for James. 

Them in their best suits, with their favorite people surrounding them. It was a fever dream to Reg, and sometimes it was hard to believe that they had made it so far. 

He sniffled at the happy memories and James turned his head to look at him. “Aww my Reggie darling, don’t cry,” James came and wrapped his arms around Regulus. “There's no need to.” 

Regulus wiped his tears, and said, “It’s just, I love you so much, and,” he sniffed, “I don’t know what's gotten into me. I’m never like this,” Regulus laughs. “I love you so much and it makes me cry happy tears,” he chuckles. 

James’s eyes leaked a tear, because he too couldn’t help the fact seeing Regulus cry happy tears made him cry happy tears. He loved Regulus so much, and seeing their wedding photos from 7 years ago was such a emotional moment for the two of them. It was proof that there was nothing that could separate the two of them. Nothing could break the bond of their love.

“I love you so much too Reggie. So much my star.” James kisses Regulus with a wet smile. “So much.”

rahhh they make me so happy i dont think you understandddd

title inspired by "photography" by cody fry

-a.s.

[murderoushagthesequel]

How to Slice

from @jegulus-microfic's prompt, knife (85 words)

hehe. more domestic jeggy because they own my soul <3

“And then you slice the peppers like-”

“Wait what? Say that again?”

“James, I swear to God, if you interrupt me one more time I will slice your head off with this knife.”

“Just like the peppers?” James asks. Regulus does not look amused. He holds the knife up to James’ throat and James giggles in reply. “You’re cute when you’re angry,” he says.

“Shut up,” Regulus replies, but James can see a small smile playing on his lips that he fails to hold back.