#james is a sap

[ultravioletbrit]

“remember” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 342 words

“You do not.”

“I do too.”

“You remember the exact day you fell in love with me?” Regulus ask James incredulously.

“I think I nearly know the exact minute I fell in love.” James tells him.

“Bollocks.” Regulus says and James just shrugs. “Alright. When?” Regulus challenges.

“1 September 1972. I’m going to say…” James thinks for a moment. “…about 11:08am, give or take five minutes.”

“Oh, shut up, you did not.” Regulus dismisses.

“I did.” James shrugs, but his expression is completely genuine. “I didn’t know what it was at the time. But I remember it. I felt it. And it never went away.” James says.

Regulus softens, but still looks at James skeptically. “What did you feel?” He whispers and James smiles.

“I had just met you, you scolded me for calling you Reggie, shook my hand and told me my hair was atrocious.” James says with a small chuckle. “And I remember thinking ‘what eleven-year-old shakes hands and uses the word atrocious?’ But then I felt it, while we were shaking hands my stomach did this little somersault. And I didn’t know what it was, I had never felt anything like that before and I didn’t know what to do, so…” James trails off, looking at Regulus.

“So, you laughed.” Regulus finishes.

“And you thought I was laughing at you.” James smiles softly.

“And I hated you for it.” Regulus says, with a little pout.

“Yup.” James says, popping the ‘p’, and they both chuckle. “But every time I saw you my stomach did that little somersault. It took me a few years to figure out what it meant, but it was always there.” James tells Regulus as he looks deep into his eyes. “It’s still there.”

Regulus is gazing back at James with so many emotions and trying his best to hold back the tears threatening to fall. He puts his hands on James’ cheeks and leans in so they’re only a breath apart.

“You are a sap, and I love you so much.” Regulus whispers sweetly and pulls James in for a kiss.

[shijiujun]

Picking you up in five don't know where we going I don't know yet, I'm hoping that you wouldn't mind

— First Note of Love 弹一场完美恋爱 (2024) | EP. 12 Finale

[lulublack90]

Prompt 7 - Grateful

@jegulus-microfic February 7, Word count 489

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James couldn’t believe how pliant Regulus was being with him. So far, he hadn’t complained once that James had taken the lead in their evening. He’d conjured up their room when they arrived in the seventh-floor corridor, but with a few subtle changes. The fire still blazed, but above it on the mantel were fat candles, flickering cheerily, casting the room in more warm yellow light. The bed now had a huge canopy of red velvet above it, matching hangings hung to the ground, tied back to the bedposts with gold ties. The bedding was a deep, dark red and looked heavy, as though it would hold you in the bed, refusing to release you in the morning. It was exactly like James’s bed at home. 

Regulus walked up to it and ran his fingers over the woven blanket. “The colour is far too Gryffindor for my taste, but I quite like this.” He gestured to the whole dark wood bed. James chewed his cheeks, trying to hold back the grin that was trying to fix itself to his face. He gave up and beamed at Regulus. 

“It’s mine,” He said. Regulus looked at him quizzically, so James continued, explaining what he meant. “The bed. It’s the one I have back home.” He half expected Regulus to freak out, but he didn’t; he looked sort of contemplative as though he were trying to imagine the rest of James’s room. 

“And the candles?” James blushed as he answered. 

“I thought it would be more romantic.” Regulus rolled his eyes to the ceiling and let out a soft chuckle. 

“Merlin, you’re a sap.” James could hear the jest in Regulus’s words. He suddenly lurched forward and tackled Regulus on the bed, pinning him beneath him. He leaned in and whispered in his ear as Regulus shuddered and gasped, his body arching up to encourage James to lower his body more. 

“Who’s the sap now, love?” James’s voice was low and gravelly. He watched Regulus’s eyes dilate, so his eyes could have been mistaken for black, but James knew better. He caught Regulus’s lips with his and devoured him, pressing him into the mattress and began to pull at his clothing. He was grateful that Regulus had gone alone with it and not hexed his balls off or something else just as vicious.

When he pulled his shirt over his head, Regulus let out a whining moan and greedily ran his hands all over him. Pulling on him until all of James’s weight was on him. Regulus shook beneath him in pleasure, their hips colliding. James let out a moan of his own at the friction between them. Regulus’s hands found his belt, and James happily moved his hips away from Regulus to allow him access. Regulus drew his zip down, his hand wiggling into the small gap and when his fingers grasped around James, they both let out a little groan. 

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[prongss78]

james and regulus went to the eras tour and regulus proposed during love story (despite them already being married) just because he knew james would love it.

[plasmasorcerer]

drawing naked men to get through my art block

[lets-all-calm-down-a-bit]

I'm in love with the idea of House serenading Wilson, in just about any context. But something particularly dramatic and cheesy is ideal. One of those sappy bubbly love songs from the 50s or 60s.

[mowu-fc]

:D

[pigeonmilk-216]

So I’m entering the Huddy section of my House MD rewatch and something I have always thought stuck me yet again. They could have never worked out.

House, as much of a genius he is, is an emotionally distant eight year old and the only hope he has at a relationship is with someone who is willing to sit on the floor and play trains with him . (This might make sense later, bear with me)

And Cuddy wants support from her relationship, someone who to be there for her the same way she’s there for them. And for her, this is an expectation, not a goal in her relationship.

Cuddy can’t sit with House, she has her own kids, the hospital and in later seasons, Rachel. Her two kids that she will put above a lot

In S1, Cuddy goes full “mom mode” when the maternity ward has an epidemic. Cutting ties, ordering tests, cutting into differentials, etc etc. And this is reinforced in the beginning of S7, when House spends an entire episode keeping Cuddy away from the hospital to spend time with him and relax, not worrying about the crisis happening at the hospital.

And when it comes to Rachel, I think, had they stayed together, House would have been a good dad, but it would have taken a bit and some growth from him. Which would only happen if someone sat down and played trains with him, and he didn’t have to change for a relationship but also be comfortable enough in that relationship to be vulnerable. Which, Cuddy wouldn’t have the time to establish bc a) she wants a man with that skill set and b) quite frankly doesn’t have the time between her two kids.

And ofc there’s there the whole “boss employee thing” but, eh. And beyond that though, Cuddy, even if this was fanfic and I could change the laws that said Cuddy wasn’t an administrator with a mountain of duties, or had a literal child, Cuddy could never change to be what would be required to have a “stable” relationship with House. And neither could House change for Cuddy. They have different needs than what the other could give.

[crabrat]

the moon will sing a song for me, i loved you like the sun 💫

[double-features]

i wish i got those character anon things but also i dont know how i would react if i did

[shoopsthereitis]

look i’m just saying that james absolutely listens to Fearless and thinks about regulus

[greghatecrimes]

A recent addition to this fic/AU as it’s slowly being written:

The property that House and Wilson’s ‘farmhouse’ is on is a frequent hunting ground of many local stray cats. The cats love to greet Wilson (whether by rubbing up against him or just walking near him) when they see him, so Wilson starts leaving food out for them in return. There’s five or six ‘regulars’ that individually stop by at different times during the day/week.

After Wilson dies, House finds it hard to continue Wilson’s habit of feeding the cats. He does it when he has the energy to get around to it (which isn’t often, since the entire thing reminds him of Wilson, after all), but he’s nowhere near consistent with it. Still, the cats keep coming, even when Wilson is no longer around. After House brings Thirteen to his place, she ends up taking up the torch of leaving food out for the cats on her own, without being asked or knowing that it was something Wilson did.

Eventually, Thirteen mentions the cats to House. She finds out that they’ve been around for a while, are fairly fond of House (for the most part, even if House pretends not to be fond of them), and that House and Wilson even gave them names. The cats are as follows:

Robbie, a fluffy golden cat that’s bigger than the others, highly affectionate, and was the first to approach Wilson;

Remy, a willowy, clever, and slightly elusive brown tabby;

Foreman, a disgruntled gray cat that looks about two seconds away from committing murder at any given moment, and who will swat at House if he gets too close;

Foster, a playful young tuxedo who is the reason why there’s a basket full of cat toys, mainly purchased by Wilson, on the front porch (his full name is Lawrence, but he is only ever called by his nickname);

and finally, a tortoiseshell with piercing blue eyes that watches House with a startling level of awareness and responds to “Cutthroat Bitch”.

[imjustheretoseetheprivateblogs]

Here's the original for reference

[lulublack90]

Prompt 4 - Wings

@jegulus-microfic July 4, Word count 118

Clattering through the forest as Prongs was one of James’s favourite feelings. Sometimes he ran so fast, his small hooves brushing against the ground so briefly it was almost as if he had wings and was flying. But what really made him soar were those quiet moments he had with Regulus. The ones where they weren’t doing anything and everything was quiet. They could be curled up together in a chair or snuggled up together in bed just about to fall asleep. Everything around him would still and he’d get this total sense of calmness gently surrounding them and he could swear everything but them just melted away. That was his most favourite anything in the entire world.   

[prongss78]

pov: reg never told james abt being sirius' brother/ remus never told sirius abt being friends w reg (!!!)

“James, just.” Regulus just shakes his head, a slight frown on his lips. He shakes his head again, “I should’ve told you but, would you still have wanted this?” The words burst out of his mouth as if he’s trying to stifle them.

“I care about you because you’re you, Regulus.” James murmurs and he watches as Regulus scans his face with his eyes but James doesn’t know what he’s searching for. 

“I guess that doesn’t really matter anymore, does it?” Regulus mumbles, chuckling bitterly as he looks around the room, not meeting James’ eye.

“It can,” James whispers, pleading almost- because as much as he’s hurt that he’s been lied to, he doesn’t think he’s ready to give up the boy in front of him.

“No. It can’t, James. I don’t want it to.” Regulus says, a note of finality in his tone. “This was a mistake. We both agreed on that.”

James feels his stomach flip, nausea and hurt expelling across his body and settling into his bones. He feels like a fucking idiot.

Shaking his head and shoving his hands into his pockets, “Right. I’ll see you later, Regulus.” James sighs before turning to leave.

“Bye, James.” He hears the boy behind him whisper. 

James turns to look at him again before the door shuts behind him and sees Regulus standing in the middle of the room, arms wrapped around his middle and his head down, staring at the floor. The door shuts and James lets out a deep breath before turning towards the sound of yelling. 

Did he just get... broken up by someone he wasn’t even in a relationship with? That’s a new low, even for him, he thinks.

He finds the bedroom Sirius has locked himself in, stuck in a daze, he barely remembers walking there, his mind still reeling from this whole ordeal- He thinks he passed Marlene and she pointed down the hall.

“Pads, it’s me.” James knocks softly. He hears some shuffling before the door opens a crack. 

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to just hide.” Sirius mumbles as he lets James inside and locks the door behind him. “I’m just so… So… God, why didn’t he just tell me, James?” He bursts out once they’re inside.

“He was probably afraid of the reaction you would have,” James suggests gently, forcing himself to focus on his best friend and not the fact that he’s been- Fuck. How the fuck is supposed to tell Sirius?

“Rightfully so, I guess. Just proved him right.” Sirius sighs, flopping down on the edge of the bed. James sits down beside him and they both let out a sigh before glancing over at each other, “What’s wrong Prongs?” Sirius asks quietly and James just shakes his head,

“Let’s figure out your thing first; don’t need additional stress,” James tells him, and Sirius gives him a flat look, 

“Humour me.” 

“Sirius, this is like. Like bad. I’ve done something bad.” James whispers, suddenly feeling even more sick than he already does.

“As bad as Remus? Were you secretly friends with my brother this whole time too?” Sirius asks sarcastically, arching an eyebrow with a slight smile on his face.

James freezes. He doesn’t know what to say and Sirius must be able to read it on his face because his smile drops instantly.

“James.” Sirius starts, standing up and facing him, “You’re going to have to explain what bad thing you’ve done before my mind starts making it ten times worse.” He warns quickly.

“Sirius, I-“ James tries but he doesn’t even think he can explain this, can he? He’s been sleeping with his best-friends little brother- No, scratch that, he’s not even just sleeping with him, he cares about his brother, he likes him, wants to be his boyfriend for fuck’s sake.

“James!” Sirius exclaims, his face going pale. He paces back and forth in front of James as he starts ranting, “So you what? You also know my brother? How? I mean, how on earth could you possibly-“ He freezes, his head turning slowly to look at James, his eyes narrowed. “Reggie.” He breathes out and James just ducks his head. “You’ve been fucking him?” Sirius practically shouts, his eyes widening comically. 

“Sirius, I didn’t know,” James tells him, bracing his elbows on his knees. “I didn’t know until I just saw him.” 

“What the fuck do you mean, you didn’t know!” Sirius demands his hands reaching out to grab at his hair. “I mean good fucking god, Prongs, my brother?” He starts pacing again and James just sits and watches him. “How the fuck am I supposed to even respond to that.” He splutters and James pinches the bridge of his nose,

“That’s what I’m trying to figure out.” He admits and Sirius freezes again.

“But Regulus knew, didn’t he? That stupid fucking- I’m going to hurt him. I’m going to hurt him and I’m going to fucking enjoy it.” Sirius says darkly and James stands, catching his arm.

“Padfoot, wait.” 

“What? You’re protecting him now?” Sirius snaps, “You know what, James? Just fuck off for a minute, alright?” He glares, ripping his arm away from James and storming out of the room. 

James lets out a weary sigh and sits back down on the bed, and puts his head in his hands, what the fuck is he supposed to do now?

[aniwahstan]

Jegulus / Fluff Friday even though it’s Thursday

Regulus’ birthday gift to James when they’re apart for spring holiday

James scans the title, ‘Don’t Go Far Off’. As his eyes start to follow the first sentence, he jumps. A voice pushes its way into his thoughts. He looks around the room, sure he’ll find Regulus standing somewhere beside him. How else could he be hearing his voice so clearly? When his eyes leave the words of the page the voice suddenly stops. For a moment he wonders if he’s going mad with longing, until he returns his focus to the poem and the voice begins again.

Regulus’ voice is quiet and soft, like a parent reading a story to a child. He continues reading, line after line, as Regulus’ polished inflections recite the words aloud in his head.

‘Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --

because -- I don't know how to say it: a day is long

and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station

when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.

Don't leave me, even for an hour, because

then the little drops of anguish will all run together,

the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift

into me, choking my lost heart.

Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach;

may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance.

Don't leave me for a second, my dearest,

because in that moment you'll have gone so far

I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,

Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?’

James is floored as he reads the poem again, then one more time. The spell of Regulus’ voice drifts over each heartbreaking word. As he reads the last word of the final line, a tear falls onto the page as Regulus’ voice fades. He quickly wipes it away, fearful of disturbing the charm imbibed on the page. He brings his hand over his mouth, overwhelmed by how personal this gift is. Another link between their souls no matter where they are physically. He takes a deep breath in an attempt to not lose his composure completely.

He flips the page, curious if any of the other poems will be spelled with that velvety voice. A piece of parchment is slipped in between the binding of the next pages. He pulls it out slowly, afraid to crinkle even the corner. He holds his breath as he reads Regulus’ own musings that he’s hidden among someone else’s words. It begins with no address, only a matching sun marked at the top of the parchment.

‘If you aren’t in shock from receiving a book written by a dead muggle for your birthday, I hope you were able to find the correct page. These are the kind of words you deserve to hear, and ones that I give to you in place of being able to write them myself. I would in fact wander the earth to find you. If allowed, I will follow you to every corner, to anywhere or to nowhere. Anywhere that pleases you. I would always come back for you.

Happy Birthday, with all the love in the pages of this book, plus one more that I add myself.’