#Reg!Hazel

[hazelkjt]

"Why do you insist on continuing to headbutt my boots, you fluffy little wrecking ball!?" "MEEEEEEEEEH!" "It means he likes you, you'll get used to it."

[hazelkjt]

The only ones I have planned (so far anyway) are for Hazel, both versions of her.

WoL!Hazel adopts Perseverance as her daughter after the events of the Dawntrail MSQ. It was a slight spur of the moment thing to bring the child into her family (a decision she made without consulting her partner Zero as well) but took a while for the Au Ra to warm up to the idea of considering herself Percy’s new mother. Eventually she did, and along with Zero now strives to give Percy the childhood she has forgotten and the life she deserves.

Sometime in the future for her in the Reg!Hazel timeline, Hazel and Emmanellain plan to have two children. They turn out to both be daughters of theirs: an Au Ra named Nhaamara and an Elezen they call Noelle. Despite being shorter than her sister, Nhaamara is indeed the older one by two years. Though, one would not be alone in thinking she is the youngest given the Auri sister’s immaturity and abrasive attitude in comparison to the more reserved and polite Noelle.

12/13/24

Does your wol(oc) have any kids? now or in the future?

[my-castles-crumbling]

flight - may 4 - black brothers - jegulus - @black-brothers-microfic - word count: 491

Sirius: I forgot, I can’t pick u up from ur flight. I hav a thing. But someone’s coming, dw. Can’t wait to see u, reggie.

Scowling, Regulus stared down at the screen of his phone while standing awkwardly in the Arrivals area of the airport. He was trying not to feel too upset, but he’d just run away from home, for God’s sake. The least Sirius could do was get him at the damn airport.

He knew it was about time. Sirius had stopped talking to their parents years ago. It’d taken Regulus until he was nineteen to finally sever those ties, but now that he had…all he wanted was to pretend that part of his life never happened. To never talk to Walburga and Orion again. To start over. 

He so wished he had done this sooner. Taken Sirius up on his offer years ago, stayed when the Blacks had moved back to France, or at least left after he’d realized that things were even worse without Sirius. He’d left so much behind: his brother, his friends, his school, and…what could he call him? He wasn’t his boyfriend, not really. But he still held such an important place in Regulus’s heart, even after three years of no contact, that he couldn’t help but hope…

Regulus: Fuck you, Sirius. Who are you sending? And when? I’ve been waiting fifteen minutes. Sirius: Patience, young padawan. Ull see.

He snorted angrily and resisted the urge to stomp his foot like a toddler in the middle of the airport. Instead, he turned this way and that, hand still on his giant suitcase, looking for an empty bench to sit on while he waited.

It was when he turned that he finally saw him.

Walking toward him, a piece of torn-out notebook paper in his hand with the word ‘Reg’ scrawled on it in what looked like three different pen colors, there was no mistaking who it was, even after three years.

“James,” he breathed, completely forgetting his luggage and staggering one step forward.

James, however, seemed to have full control of his leg movements, because as soon as his hazel eyes met Regulus’s, he began to jog, covering the ground between them and pulling Regulus into the best hug he’d ever felt, the safety of being in James’s arms again making him nearly light-headed. 

“Hi,” Regulus choked, refusing to let go of the other man, even after a socially acceptable time had passed.

“I’m so proud of you, baby,” James murmured into his hair, pressing his lips there over and over. “So fucking proud.”

Finally, Regulus pulled back. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry…I missed you, so much,” he said hesitantly, trying to explain, without actually explaining, that James had never left his thoughts. Not for a moment.

But James’s answering smile was dazzling. “Me too, love. Let’s get you home, where you belong, yeah? We’ll figure everything else out later.”

Regulus could only nod.

[psychoticallykind]

Break

'Break' - Jegulus Microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 637 words

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"Need a break?"

James shook his head with a quiet hum. "No, I'm - Reg?"

Regulus smiled his usual half-smile, settling in the chair next to him. "I haven't seen you all day."

"I'm sorry," James said softly. He kissed his boyfriend's cheek. "I get kind of caught up in all of this."

Regulus nodded. "You're good, Jamie. What are you reading?" His eyes scanned the open pages. "Mind healing?"

"Yeah." James shrugged, a little embarrassed. "I, er. Thought maybe I could try doing it."

"For a career?" Regulus asked.

James nodded silently. He really hoped Regulus didn't think it was a bad idea - he was kind of low on confidence about it right now, and he hadn't even told Sirius or his parents yet.

"That sounds perfect for you."

James looked up in shock. "Really?"

Regulus tilted his head, searching James's expression. "You sound surprised."

"What? No, I'm not - well, yeah," James admitted. "I kind of - everyone sort of already...they have these opinions? About what I should do. And they're all so convinced that they're right, and I don't want to disappoint anyone but they keep telling me that I should do Quidditch professionally or be a teacher or work in the ministry and I just -" James stopped, shrugging. "They're all weirdly passionate about what I'm going to choose."

Regulus nodded. "But this is what you want?" He nodded at the open book. "To be a mind healer?"

"Yes." James bit his lip. "Is that stupid?"

"Did someone tell you it was stupid?" Regulus asked, though from his tone James knew he'd already figured it out.

"Not exactly," James fidgeted with his quill. "It's just - Dumbledore asked me, you know. What I wanted to do."

Regulus took his hand, smoothing his fingers down. "Okay."

"Yeah. And he -" James winced. "Well, he said that he thought being a mind healer might be a waste of my talents."

He'd been sort of devastated to hear that, actually.

"Dumbledore is a narcissistic fool."

James let out a shocked laugh. "Reg!"

"It's true," Regulus insisted. "I bet he told you to be an auror." He met James's eyes, clever blue against messy hazel. "Right?"

"Well, yeah." James frowned. "He told me that my parents would be proud of me and gave me an application."

"James," Regulus leaned forward, lowering his voice. "Do you want to be an auror?"

James bit his lip. "I would still sort of be able to help people."

Regulus raised a brow. "James."

James took a deep breath. "No," he admitted. "I don't - I think the aurors are harsh and they hurt just as many people as they help."

"Mmhm," Regulus agreed. "So what do you want to do, then?"

"I want to help people," James told him. He was a little nervous - he wasn't really used to saying what he wanted. Everyone liked to do that for him, and James generally just let them. "I want to help people learn how to accept themselves and heal from abusive families and anxiety and trauma. I want to help people grow into who they want to be."

When James finally managed to look back at Regulus, his boyfriend was grinning.

James couldn't help returning the grin. "What?"

"Nothing," Regulus replied, shaking his head. He leaned closer, closing the small bit of space between them and giving James a quick kiss. "I just love you. And I think that if you decide to be a mind healer, you would be absolutely brilliant."

James laughed in relief. "Really?"

"Really," Regulus confirmed. "You're the most compassionate person I have ever met. This -" he nodded to the book. "-makes so much sense, James, you can't possibly imagine."

"Thank you," James said sincerely. He leaned into the other boy, relieved. "Want to read with me?"

Regulus kissed the top of his head. "Absolutely."

[toujoursrab]

Prompt: Miss (@into-the-jeggyverse) | Pairing: Jegulus | Word Count: 476

“I miss Regulus.” James whined, turning from his back to lay on his side so he could face Sirius. His best friend was laying next to him, staring up at the glow in the dark stars on the ceiling. It was almost embarrassing, but the constellation Leo glowed particularly bright in comparison to the rest.

“Prongs, dating my brother is one thing, hearing you whine about him all summer is another.”   

James let out a sigh. “I hear you whine about Moony all the time, even when he’s in the same room. I haven’t spoken to Regulus since the train, it’s been three weeks.” They couldn’t even send letters, but James had been writing them anyway with the thought he could give them to Regulus once they were back at Hogwarts. Regulus liked reading, so James had taken to writing him notes and letters that he snuck into his robes or bag during term. He wasn’t allowed to send owls to Grimmauld Place, so they were currently in a no contact situation. “Do you think he misses me?”

“Oh yeah, knowing my brother he’s going mad without you.”  Sirius paused, twisting his lips. “Although descending into madness isn’t strange for a Black, it’s quite common. I blame the inbre—” he was cut off by a loud, quick series of knocks at James’s bedroom window.

James and Sirius shared a curious glance. “Expecting anyone?” The younger asked rhetorically before rolling out of bed, grabbing his wand and waving it to turn on the light as he went to the window. James pulled back the curtains, hazel eyes widening. “Regulus?” he immediately opened the window, helping the sixteen year old climb into his room from the outside. “How did you—this is the second floor…”

“I’m aware, James. I climbed—”

“Most people use the door.” Sirius commented, not letting his own surprise show at the sight of his brother as he sat up on the bed. His eyes darkened, gaze intense as he eyed Regulus’ body for any sight of physical injury, only relaxing when he came to the conclusion there were none.

James was doing the same, his hands roaming the sides of Regulus’ torso, still in disbelief that he was actually here in his room. “Are you alright, Reg? Did something happen?”

“No—nothing happened. I’m—I’m fine. I just… you know.” Regulus grabbed for James’ hands to hold them into his. “I missed you.” He didn’t say anything more before he leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss against James’ lips which the Gryffindor happily returned.

“No! No! No! NO! NOOOOO! Rule number six of dating my brother clearly states ‘no kissing in front of Sirius’!” Sirius grabbed the pillow that was beneath his head, throwing it right at their grinning faces. “You both have to put a galleon in the jar now!”

[bradleysass]

Look - @into-the-jeggyverse - wc: 480

The evening is quiet, except for the faint hum of conversation from the other room. The dinner party had been Sirius’ idea—an excuse to gather their friends, open expensive wine, and argue about ridiculous things like whether pineapple belonged on pizza. (James, of course, was adamantly pro-pineapple, while Remus had looked at him like he personally offended his ancestors.)

But now, the noise is distant, muffled by the soft glow of the kitchen where Regulus stands by the counter, rolling the stem of his wine glass between his fingers. James leans against the doorway, watching him. Just watching.

Regulus shifts, eyes flickering up to meet James’. He tenses, just slightly, under the weight of that gaze—so open, so painfully full of adoration that it makes his throat go tight.

“Can you not look at me like that?” Regulus whispers.

James tilts his head, lips curving in a small smile. “Like what?” he asks, voice barely above a breath.

Regulus gestures vaguely at him, at his stupidly soft hazel eyes and the way they make him feel like the most important thing in the universe. “Like that.”

James exhales a quiet laugh and steps closer. “I can’t help it.” His voice is warm, fond. “You’re kind of—”

“Don’t say perfect.”

James grins. “I was going to say ‘the love of my life,’ but sure, perfect works too.”

Regulus rolls his eyes, but his lips twitch like he’s trying not to smile. James takes another step, close enough now that Regulus can feel the heat of him, the faint scent of his cologne—something woodsy and fresh, mixed with the lingering sweetness of wine.

“James,” Regulus murmurs, but he doesn’t pull away when James reaches for his hand, thumb brushing over his knuckles.

“Reg,” James says, and it’s ridiculous, the way just his name sounds like something sacred coming from James’ lips. “You do realize you’re stuck with me, right?”

Regulus exhales slowly, the fight slipping out of him. “Unfortunately.”

James grins, and just as he’s about to lean in, the sound of someone clearing their throat makes them both turn.

Sirius stands in the doorway, arms crossed, lips twitching in amusement. “If you two are done having your Nicholas Sparks moment, Remus is threatening to start a game of charades, and I refuse to be on his team again.”

James presses a kiss to Regulus’ temple before grinning at Sirius. “Are you still mad about the time he made you act out Pride and Prejudice?”

“Yes,” Sirius says flatly. “I am.”

Regulus sighs, slipping his hand out of James’. “Let’s go before Remus makes me act something out.”

James watches as Regulus moves toward the doorway, but just before he follows, Sirius raises an eyebrow at him.

“You look at him like he hung the stars,” Sirius says, quiet enough that Regulus doesn’t hear.

James just smiles. “He did.”

[oh-phoenixx]

"Smoke"/"Change" - Jegulus microfic @into-the-jeggyverse - 523 words

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Regulus’s first Christmas at the Potters’ was not all that Sirius had made it out to be. Yes, they were kind and generous, yes, it was everything that he and his brother had dreamed of when they were little. But it was too much. It was too perfect. It was too good for him. 

At the moment, Regulus, Sirius, James, and James’s parents were sitting in the living room, drinking hot chocolate and watching muggle Christmas movies. 

“I’m going out for a smoke,” Regulus mumbled to his brother. He went into the hall and grabbed the cigarettes and the lighter from his jacket, and then stepped outside. 

He was leaning back against the wall, cigarette in hand, when the front door opened beside him. He had expected it to be Sirius, or maybe Fleamont, who had talked to him a few times and was actually quite easy to confide in. He hid the cigarette for a moment in case it was Fleamont, but instead, James came out and shut the door behind him. 

“Those things will kill you, you know?” He observed, like the genius he was.

“Really? I hadn’t heard,” Regulus muttered, taking another drag.

“Sirius smokes, too. I’ve tried to get him to stop, and Remus. You’re all hopeless,” James scoffed, though his tone was playful. 

Regulus didn’t say anything in response. He didn’t know why James was out here. Frankly, he didn’t care. He wished he was made for this type of thing, for Christmas and joy and a decent home. But he wasn’t, this wasn’t his life.

“I know it’s a lot,” James mumbled, his tone almost nervous now. “We’re a lot. It’s okay if it’s overwhelming for you. My parents won’t be angry if you need a break from it all.”

“What do you care what I need?” Regulus replied, glaring through tear-filled eyes, though at his feet so that James couldn’t tell.

“I care. I care a lot, actually. More than you let yourself believe, I imagine.” James was facing him fully, his shoulder against the wall and his gaze so fixed on him that Regulus could practically feel the weight of it. “Sirius might’ve acted like being here was heaven just to get you to stay with us, but it wasn’t easy for him, either. He didn’t feel like he deserved it. He was worried every second that our love for him was conditional, and at some point we would just…snap. Hurt him. It’s okay if that’s how you feel.”

“I’m fine,” Regulus bit. “It’s just too fucking bright and loud and- I don’t know what’s wrong with me, okay?”

“That’s okay, too. You’ll figure it out as you go. You don’t have to change yourself for your home anymore, Reg. We’ll change for you. We just want you to be comfortable.”

Something about the way he said this softened Regulus. By then, he had finished his cigarette. He dropped it and ground it under his shoe. When he looked back to James, soft hazel eyes met his, and he could have melted.

Maybe Regulus didn’t need to go back to Grimmauld Place for the summer.

[ultravioletbrit]

“loathe” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 485 words

“sledding” - 25 Days of Jegumas - Day 15 - @noblehouseofgay

“Please?” James asks.

“No.” Regulus tells him bluntly, not looking up from his book.  

“But… please?” James is begging.

“James. No.” Regulus says firmly.

“But… but… Reg!!” Now James is whining. “Everyone already has someone, and I’ll be all by myself.” He pouts a little petulantly.  

“I didn’t know you needed two people for sledding, Potter.” Regulus deadpans. “You just sit on the thing and roll down a hill. Seems very doable with one idiot. You don’t need me.”

James huffs. “First, you don’t roll down a hill on a thing. That’s kind of the point. You’re on a sled and you slide down the hill.” James holds his arm out and slides his other hand down it, apparently mimicking a sled on a hill. “Second, I guess, maybe, technically you don’t need two people. But everyone else will have two people which not only means their sleds will go faster, which makes it so much more fun. But also… I’ll be all by myself.” James pouts, but he does genuinely sound sad. Regulus keeps his eyes firmly on his book. He will not cave.  

“James.” Regulus starts slowly. “I don’t like to be cold. I don’t like to be wet. I don’t like the snow. I highly doubt I will like sledding.”  

“But you love me.” James says sweetly. And Regulus makes a catastrophic mistake. He looks up. He looks up into those beautiful, hazel, puppy-dog eyes… and he caves.  

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Regulus is on a sled with James, speeding down a hill and he hates to admit, it is a little fun. That is, until they reach the bottom of the hill and James steers the sled the wrong way and they end up sledding right into a snowbank.

James is laughing uncontrollably as he climbs off the sled and tries to help Regulus up, but Regulus bats his hand away and stands up on his own.  

Regulus is obviously covered in snow. It’s clumping in his curls and seeping through his clothes. He’s cold and he’s wet, and he thinks he might genuinely murder James right now, because James is cackling. Regulus sends him a murderous glare that obviously does nothing except make him laugh harder.   

“I loathe you” Regulus hisses and James snorts, attempting to cover another chuckle.

“I loathe the snow. I loathe the cold. I loathe sledding.” Regulus is taking measured steps towards James. “I loathe you and your very existence. I loathe it all.” He stops in front of James trying to sound infuriated and not like he’s pouting. “I hate you. I mean it this time, Potter.” He’s pouting a little. But James still pulls his lips between his teeth and nods his head quickly, doing his best to look appropriately scolded. “Stop laughing. You are insufferable!” He pushes James down into the snowbank and that does it, James bursts into hysterical laughter. “Ugh. You are so lucky I love you.” Regulus tells him as he stomps away.

[fictionalsimp09]

View - Jegulus - @taylorswift - 394 words - AO3

Standing at the edge of the Astronomy Tower, Regulus looks out at the view of the forest, nearby mountains and the moonlight reflecting of the lake. It's like a scene of a painting. Exhaling, breath turning to mist in front of his face, he pushes the memory of overhearing Sirius in the corridor to the very back of his mind. “Pft, don’t make me laugh. He is not my brother, not anymore.” He obviously didn’t expect Regulus to hear him, didn’t know he was walking just a few steps behind him and his friends, but knowing that Sirius was talking about him behind his back hurts more than everything else he has ever said to his face. 

Regulus has no right to be upset, not when he chose the rest of their family over Sirius. He stayed when Sirius left. Of course, Sirius would be pissed at him. Why should he expect anything less? 

Footsteps coming up the stairs alerts him to another’s presence. “Go away.” 

“Regulus?” 

Out of everyone in the entire castle that could have climbed those stairs tonight, it had to be James. “I said go away, Potter.” 

There’s some shuffling then James stands next to him, holding out his jumper. “Here. You’ll freeze to death if you stay up here with just a thin top on.” 

Regulus glares at him. “What’s the catch?” 

“There’s no catch.” James sighs after a moment of Regulus’ unrelenting stare. “I know you overheard Sirius earlier, about you not being…Well, I just wanted to say that he’s only upset you didn’t leave with him that night, and he didn’t actually mean it.” 

He scoffs, muttering, “It sounded like he meant it.” 

James gently touches his arm, sending goosebumps all over his skin. “Trust me, Reg. I wouldn’t lie about this, not when it’s my best friend’s feelings on the line. Fuck, he would probably hate that I’m talking to you right now.” 

“Why are you?” 

“I…honestly don’t know. I just didn’t want you to be alone.” 

“I’m perfectly fine on my own.” 

“I’m sure you are, but you know you don’t have to be, right?” 

The sincerity in James’ words and the soft gaze of his hazel eyes trained on him, Regulus doesn’t know what comes over him when he whispers, “Stay, please.” 

James smiles warmly at him. “Only if you put the jumper on.” 

[localwolfgoesawooo]

Sirius feeling lost and depressed in London, so he decides he’s going to travel someplace new all by himself. Naturally he chooses where to travel by putting a hand over his eyes while throwing a darts arrow at a map of Europe.

James and Regulus drive him to the airport, of course. Said drive is spent with James being a mother hen, asking him every five minutes if he’s absolutely sure he wants to go alone, which he assures him that he is. When he's checked in and ready to go through security, James' lips start to wobble, then Sirius' eyes start to water, soon enough they're both crying. From the way they embrace you'd think they were a couple and that Sirius is going off to war. Meanwhile Reg just stands there awkwardly and mortified like 🧍🏻‍♂️

He lands in Norway, checks in at his hotel and picks up a tourist guide brochure. Quickly, he settles on a hike, since the city he's in is known for its beautiful nature and many mountains. Thank god James packed some athletic wear for him, or he’d look a fool climbing a mountain in Docs and his leather jacket.

On the way up he can already feel that the air there is different, like he can breathe easier away from his suffocating family and responsibilities in England. He made the right choice.

As he reaches the top he’s too caught up in the incredible view to pay attention to anything else, so he walks straight into the back of someone tall and broad. He nearly tumbles to the ground from the impact, and would have, had it not been for strong arms catching him. "Oi, vær forsiktig! Gikk det bra? Slo du deg?" The stranger says, his hazel eyes sparkling with concern, and a glint of something else.

It’s simply the most gorgeous person Sirius has ever seen, and he is so hypnotised by the lovely man that he doesn’t even register that he is, in fact, not speaking English. So he just nods dumbly, willing himself to look away from his face. "I'm sorry about that." He mumbles sheepishly, a flush creeping up his neck. The man chuckles for some reason, then grins widely, prompting Sirius to do the same. "I'm Remus."

[the-stars-are-buzzing]

@jegulus-microfic - prompt: over - wc: 425 - tw: mentions of abuse

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“Where do you think you’re going?” A shrill voice exclaimed from the sitting room as Regulus passed it, his hand clenching the strap of his bag tighter. 

“Out,” Regulus responded, his voice cold and unforgiving. 

“Absolutely not! I will not have both of my sons become lousy little runaways!” Walburga stood up, and Regulus couldn’t stop himself from flinching at just that. 

“I’m not running away, mother,” Regulus huffs, seeing the woman walk close to him in his peripheral vision. “Remus invited me over.” 

Walburga was silent for a few moments, seemingly observing Regulus from head to toe. He knew how to play her game now, though, so it was easy for him to morph his body language into something she would recognize as honesty. Was he scared that he would get caught? Yes. But was he really good at hiding it? Absolutely. 

“That’s fine, I suppose,” Walburga speaks calmly now, though her voice always seems to have some sort of edge to it. She lifts a hand to the side of his face, and Regulus flinches again, but she just brushes a few of his curls back behind his ear. “Just be back home by tomorrow, Regulus. For me, yeah?”

“Yes, mother,” Regulus nods, sending her a side glance and a small, fake smile. Then, he continues his way to the door, letting out a deep sigh of relief when he finally makes it outside. The quiet hum of a car engine meets his ears and he has to stop himself from breaking down completely right there. 

When he looks up, he’s met with hazel eyes and dark skin sat inside a dark red car that he knows all too well at this point. He practically runs to the car and gets a kiss planted on the side of his head immediately, and suddenly the weight on his shoulders is gone. 

“Are you ready, Reg?” James’ voice makes Regulus’ heart stutter, despite them having been dating for almost a year now. 

Silently, Regulus turns his head to look at the dark townhouse. A house that never was, and never will be, a home to him. A house that he and his brother had suffered inside of for years without anyone knowing. A house where he had just gotten hit not even an hour prior because he wasn’t hungry. A house he would never have to see again after tonight. 

“Yeah,” Regulus nods, grabbing his seatbelt and strapping it over his chest before looking at James with watery eyes and a small smile. “I’m ready.”

[hazelkjt]

"Ahhh...no, dearest."

From a dumb little clip that randomly found me

[dakotaawolven]

a rare glimpse | jegulily | ao3: here | wc: 830

It's a rare thing, for Lily to be the last one awake. But tonight—or is this morning now?—she is lucky. Usually, it's Reggie that remains awake long after the day has fled, or occasionally James, who she knows stays up sometimes just to watch her and Reg sleep. Not that she doesn't understand why, because standing in the doorway of their bedroom now, she really does. She just never gets the chance.

Tonight she does.

Her emerald gaze drifts slowly over the two men in her bed, James sprawled across half the mattress while Regulus is curled against his side. James' breathing is slow, steady, and for now, so is Reggie's. Lily knows it won't last, though. In an hour or two, maybe even sooner, the nightmares will begin to surface.

That's when she usually wakes—when Regulus thrashes between her and James, locked in some terrible memory-turned-nightmare. Usually, her mind shifts from sleep to waking at the sound of Regulus' pained whimper, or a whispered plea. Then she'll hear James' quiet voice as he murmurs softly and holds Reggie tight. Usually, she will wake and wrap herself around the younger man, pressing her lips to his hair while James hugs them both closer.

But tonight, she gets to see him peaceful.

Her sock-covered feet are quiet as she pads across the floor from the door to the bed. She is bone tired, and thanks to little Harry using her ribs and her bladder as a house of trampolines, Lily has yet to find sleep tonight. But she wouldn't trade it for anything, she thinks as she perches carefully on the edge of the bed. Reggie shifts just barely in his sleep when the bed dips under her weight, but thankfully he doesn't wake. A soft smile forms on Lily's lips.

She watches both of them, stifling the ghost of a chuckle as James pulls Reggie closer in his sleep while Regulus practically curls up on James' chest like a cat. Fitting, she thinks, recalling the day they discovered the younger man's animagus form.

Tentatively, Lily reaches out a hand, brushing some of Regulus' hair from his beautiful, pale face. He turns in his sleep as if to follow her hand and Lily feels a familiar ache in her chest. She wishes that this could be Regulus' normal: quiet, soft slumber, face peacefully slack, instead of the nightmares she knows are on the horizon. They have lessened with time, but she fears they may never leave him completely, just as her own and James' will never leave them, either—though theirs are never so severe as Regulus'.

Her hand drifts from his face, then, featherlight touches tracing down over Regulus' shoulder and arm. She stops just below his elbow though, not for herself, but out of respect for Reggie. Lily knows how much he hates people touching his left arm, even after Sirius took him to get it covered with Muggle ink. Some days, he lets her softly trace the Muggle designs when he's awake—some days, it helps—but she won't cross that line when he's asleep.

James shifts and rolls onto his side, wrapping himself more solidly around Regulus, and Lily spends a moment staring at his face, his expression so content and happy with Regulus held tightly against him. But he must feel her eyes on him, because his eyelids flutter and she's suddenly met with soft hazel eyes blinking sleepily up at her.

"Lils?"

"Shh," Lily hushes him softly, reaching out and running a hand through his wild hair. She bites her tongue against a laugh when he practically purrs, shaking her head fondly. "Go back to sleep, James," she whispers warmly. He blinks at her again, once, twice, before his breathing evens out again and his body relaxes back into slumber.

Carefully, she finally crawls fully onto the bed, laying on her back—Harry doesn't like any other position, and he's already kept her up long after she should have been asleep. Regulus moves closer in his sleep, and James follows as if glued to the younger man. When Regulus' head finds her shoulder, she reaches up to sweep his hair out of his face yet again, and kisses his forehead. Two hands find her rounded belly then—one James' and one Reggie's—and Lily wonders if they can feel Harry kick at them in their sleep.

Reggie's breath puffs a bit sharper against her collarbone and she holds her own for a long moment. I suppose that answers that, she thinks to herself as Regulus' fingers spread out in a soft caress against her belly, though he remains asleep. Harry quiets instantly in her womb, and Lily lets her breath out in a little sigh. Part of her wants to stay awake, to relish this moment of getting to witness Regulus sleeping, calm and peaceful. But Harry is finally quiet, and before she can even contemplate fighting it, sleep claims her too.

[my-castles-crumbling]

name - march 30 - jegulus - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 349

They’d been sitting in the library for a while. Regulus could tell James was bored–he’d finished his own work a few minutes ago and had resorted to fidgeting in his own chair, doodling on parchment, reaching out every once in a while to stroke a hand over Regulus’s cheek or hair. But, adorably, he refused to leave. He just waited patiently as the younger boy finished his essay.

“Hey, Reg?” James asked after a bit, voice a bit too loud for the library.

“Yes, Potter?” Regulus murmured, eyes flickering up from his parchments and back down again.

“What’s the name of that book you really liked? The Muggle one? The one you kept going on about the other day?” James asked, lowering his voice just a bit.

Regulus furrowed his eyebrows and looked at him with confusion. “The Little Prince?” he asked cautiously, shocked that James had even paid attention to his ramblings.

“Hmm, that’s the one,” the Gryffindor nodded. He then stood up and wandered off without another word.

Regulus considered going after him to get an explanation, but he decided that however he was entertaining himself was either not that bad or something he didn’t want to be responsible for. So he wrote a few more lines and had just gotten back into a groove when James returned.

However, the older boy didn’t say a word. He just sat back in his chair and disappeared behind a small book without making a sound.

Regulus looked at the title and almost melted in his chair.

James Potter was sitting next to him in the library and reading The Little Prince. Because he  liked it.

Something soft and warm washed over his body like a warm wave of water, and he beamed at the cover of the book for several seconds before hazel eyes peeked over and James raised an eyebrow at him. “Alright, love?” the older boy asked.

“Y-yeah,” he stuttered, blushing because he’d gotten caught. “Fine.”

“Good.”

They sat there together for another hour–Regulus writing and James reading–before heading to dinner and discussing what James had read.

[boba-pearl-writes]

2/17 - moment - word count: 398 - @rosekillermicrofic

“Careful!” Pandora called out as Barty walked into the dorm room.

A lot of nail polish bottles - some open, some not - were left levitating off the floor, and Pandora was sitting on Regulus’ bed, painting Reg’s nails. Evan was starfished on his bed, swishing his wand sometimes to make the bottles move around and clink together.

“Merlin, did you booby trap this place?” Barty asked, amused, as he ducked under a nail polish bottle that came right at his head.

“Sorry!” Evan set his wand down. Barty went through the maze of bottles, before collapsing onto the bed, half on top of Evan.

“Get off me!” Evan laughed, and pushed Barty so that he was hanging off the bed. Barty yelped and fell to the floor with a thump. He sat up on his heels and pouted. Evan laughed, seeing him, and patted his head. Barty leaned back on Regulus’ bed.

“Barty! You’re shaking the bed!” Pandora said, chiding. Barty looked over at Pandora and Regulus, and saw that Regulus’ nails were now a shiny black, with moving silver swirls. He let out a low whistle.

“Rosie?”

“Hm?”

“Would you do my nails for me?”

Evan smiled. “Sure. C’mere.” Barty clambered onto Evan’s bed, as Evan sat up and made space for him. “Which color?” Barty considered for a moment. He looked into Evan’s beautiful hazel eyes. He watched the way the green flecks caught the light streaming in through the windows.

“Green. Bright green.” Evan’s brows furrowed.

“Are you sure? That’s a bit bold-”

“I’m a bit bold. Plus, it’s a beautiful color.” Evan shrugged, then summoned one of the bottles of green nail polish over. He took Barty’s hand in one of his, and started putting on the nail polish. It was cold and Barty could, somehow, feel that through his nails. Evan’s hand was warm, though, and it balanced it out.

Barty adored how Evan’s tongue stuck out just a bit when he was focusing, and how his hair was perpetually messy, and how the sparse sunlight in the dark room perfectly highlighted the planes of his face. He adored everything about the boy in front of him and he adored this little moment they’d managed to capture for themselves.

There were shadows looming ahead of them but, for now, they had their innocence, they had their childhood, and they had so, so much love.

[hitmewithsomebooks]

@jegulus-microfic Jan 23 - perform

292 words

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"I don't want to come out as a couple just to be part of your performance!" Regulus spat. It was harsh, sure, but he was vulnerable. James let out a sharp exhale through his nose, then grabbed Reg's hands in his own.

"It's not about any fucking performance, Reggie. It's about the fact that I love you and I have you and I want everybody to know that you're mine. I want to be able to pull you close when someone looks at you. To comfort you when you need it. Bloody hell, just be to able to kiss or hug you whenever I want, which is quite often, I'd be happy. I'm tired of pretending you're just Sirius's little brother, when you're so much more." James said, voice passionate and firm. Regulus worried his bottom lip between his teeth.

"Yeah?" He murmured, looking straight into James's eyes.

"Yes. Please, Reggie. Let me kiss you when I see you in the morning because I missed you. Let me play with your hair by the black lake, hug you after a match, hold your hand in the halls. That's all I want." James pleaded, voice cracking at the end. Regulus leaned forward and gave him a firm kiss. He pulled back, looking back up at James. Sincere hazel eyes stared back at him.

"Okay." Regulus said, softly, trying not to let anxiety overtake him. Then, James’s face split into a beaming smile, bright as the sun, and Regulus found it harder to regret his decision.

The next day, James kissed Regulus good morning. They held hands in the hall. James hugged him after Slytherin beat Ravenclaw in a grueling quidditch match.

It was the happiest anyone had seen Regulus in a long time.