#james just watching regulus

[lulublack90]

Prompt 8 - Tidy

@jegulus-microfic January 8, Word count 444

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They’d fallen asleep in each other's arms again. James woke with a smile on his face. Regulus wouldn’t be as happy when he woke up, but James was determined to enjoy this little pocket of peace. He looked down at Regulus, snuggled up against him. His hair was messier than James had ever seen. James wanted so badly to run his fingers through the bird's nest of curls, but he knew if he moved, Regulus would wake up, and then he’d leave. To keep himself from reaching out, he focused on Regulus’s features, his eyes greedily drinking them in. His face looked so soft when he slept. His scowl was completely gone, and his lips opened into a little o as he breathed in and out. His eyelids fluttered and then opened, blinking hard as he took in where he was. James sighed internally as the spell was broken and reality crept back in.

“Hi,” Regulus murmured sleepily. “What time is it?” James rolled and checked the clock that had appeared on the bedside table. 

“Erm, almost eight I think,” He said, squinting at the clock instead of getting his glasses. Regulus sighed and pushed up on James’s chest. 

“Shit!” He exclaimed. “It’s nine,” He scrambled out of the bed and hurriedly collected his clothes and put them on. James watched him from the bed with a dopey smile on his face. Even dressing in a rush, Regulus looked so neat and tidy. It was hard to believe they were yesterday's rumpled clothing. 

“Will I see you tonight?” James asked, in no hurry to leave the bed. He didn’t have quidditch practice today and his first lesson wasn’t for another hour. 

Regulus looked up, his scowl firmly back in place. 

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. If I don’t sleep in my own bed my friends are going to be more insufferable than usual,” James felt the smile fall from his face. 

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” He got up then, no longer enjoying being in their bed all alone. He pulled his clothes on and looked exactly like he’d out on yesterday's clothes. 

“I’m sorry,” Regulus said by the door, his hand on the handle ready to open it.

“It’s fine, love,” James knew, his smile barely made it to his eyes. 

“Maybe we can have another swimming lesson tomorrow?” Regulus suggested a touch, hopefully. James’s smile grew. 

“Yeah, love, that sounds perfect,” He swooped in and kissed a sweet, soft kiss to Regulus’s lips and stood back so he could leave the room. Their room. 

Regulus opened the door with a small, happy smile on his face, and all hell broke loose.

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[courfee]

17 December 1975 / 15 May 1976

[managone16]

Sirius: It's been 20 minutes. Why aren't James and Reg back with the salt yet? Barty, grinning: Do you think they got into a fight?? Marlene: No way. Already?? Lily: Should we go check? Dorcas, grinning: Let's go.

Sirius: James, Reg, what are you lot- *James and Regulus lying on the floor, snogging the daylights out of each other* Sirius: James!? Reg?! WHAT THE- Remus: Fucking finally- Pandora: Oh Reg!! You finally asked him out! Evan, smirking: I think he did more than just asking out. Peter: Holy fuck.

[daddiesdrarryy]

‪James & Regulus: *kissing*

Sirius: WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!

James: Oh god, Pads!

Sirius: Oh you, sick, sick bastards…

Regulus: Listen Sirius—

Sirius: This is incest!

James: No it’s not!

Sirius: Yes it is, James!

James: We’re not related!

Sirius: Oh and that makes it okay I suppose?

James: Well it makes it not incest!

[maladaptivewriting]

and so what if i want to read about james taking it up the ass? is that really hurting anyone?

[heaven4lostgirls]

regulus, asking about lily: does she make you laugh?

james: she doesn’t make me cry

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sirius, asking about grant: does he make you laugh?

remus: he doesn’t make me cry

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mary, asking about pandora: does she make you laugh?

lily: she doesn’t make me cry

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mary, asking about dorcas: does she make you laugh?

marlene: she doesn’t make me cry

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barty, asking about james: does he make you laugh?

regulus: he doesn’t make me cry

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evan, asking about regulus: does he make you laugh?

barty: he doesn’t make me cry

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sirius, asking about regulus: does he make you laugh?

remus: he doesn’t make me cry

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remus, asking about james: does he make you laugh?

sirius: he doesn’t make me cry

[dyl-z]

40 | 41 | 42

November 🤭 (I know I skipped Halloween and that’s crime but trust it will be made up for)

[g3othermal3scapism]

old forgotten jegulus fall guy au. this is deeply deeply personal to me

[sweeterelease]

my recent top jegulus variant: jayvik

[themoonandtosaturn]

barty would make "that's what she said" jokes at the least appropriate times imaginable

evan would roll his eyes

dorcas would throw the nearest object at him

regulus would have to explain the joke to pandora

[florsial]

Cannibal Regulus owns a butcher shop with his friends and Vampire James who is a regular because it's the only place where the meat actually fulfills his appetite and taste. This is cuz the meat is actually human (the pantheon was feeling silly).

So cue James going to the butcher shop on a regular with a giant grin and Regulus with his short curly hair up and being all blushy and wide-eyed while cleaning a butcher knife covered in blood, wearing a cute, though dirty, and stained apron.

One time, James catches Regulus as he's cleaning up and offers to take him home. While they have been crushing on each other for some time now, Regulus doesn't hesitate to invite James inside and try to jam a machete into the back of his head. Doesn't work, instead, they both end up falling more in love (somehow) and the next day Regulus takes his day off from the shop to go on a date with James. Having a picnic in the woods and poking each other with needles and seeing who bleeds first. And making out too ig

[urlocalweiwei]

i’d like to think that in an actor au james potter reads fanfiction about the shows he’s in as well as jegulus fanfiction. like he kicks his feet and giggles at it

i also believe that he would watch those gâcha react videos of “*insert fandom name* reacts to themselves and there actors” and get up and yells at his tv (because he does watch them on him tv don’t question me) waking up regulus, he here’s him and thinks to himself “james is watching gâcha videos again 💔” before going back to sleep.

and he’s cried at all of the above.

[managone16]

Peter: On the count of three. Sirius: One. James: Two. Peter: Three!! *James, Sirius and Peter start trying to pick up their wand from the table using their upper lip and nose, like hens picking seeds from the ground.*

[calamitoustide]

"You're Alive"

Regulus feels hot, that's his first thought. It's a searing pain, fluttering down the length of his arms like a vile poison being pumped into his veins. Tendrils of embers curl around his flesh, reaching up to his throat, he opens his mouth to scream but no words come out. It feels like he's underwater but the water is thick; like blood. He just feels pain. So much pain.

He coughs, sputtering the substance from the inside of his mouth, his entire body curling in on itself, trying to seek refuge from it all. None comes, it's worse than anything his mother had ever thrown at him. It's worse than death itself.

"Stop," he screams, but he's not sure anyone hears him. "Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Stop!" His chest hiccups and cracks in half. The flame bites his skin, chewing on what's left of him. It's too much. Too much. Too Much.

He rams his body forward, then again, and again. The fire climbs inside his throat, swirling down into his stomach when he lurches upwards slamming his head against a cold mental table on his way back down.

"Stop," he whispers, "Stop it."

Hands cover both his cheeks and despite their warmth he shivers, pressing himself against them, as if they're the thing that'll save them.

"Stop," he whimpers, a cool tear pulling down his cheek only to be brushed away.

"Regulus," the voice, so familiar, stings, "Open your eyes." A beat and then it repeats, "Open your eyes."

With a gasp of air Regulus' eyes flutter open, it's a flash of bright light, it burns, but then there's a face blocking him from harm's way.

"Oh, love," James murmurs, his eyes red and cheeks gaunt, "You're beautiful."

Regulus takes another breath, remembering the taste of fresh air, he steals his gaze away to his shaking hands instead, though they're different than he remembers. They're an off-color, more blue than they should be, with stitches wrapped around his wrist. He turns his palm around to find another his skin puffy over it. His face falls as flashes of the water come back. It's violence overtaking his chest, the taste of his own blood on the way down.

Quickly he scrambles from the table, his knees buckling under his weight as soon as he hits the floor.

"Oh," James quickly catches him, "Take it a little slow."

Regulus blinks, shaking his head as he moves to stand again. Stepping away from James' grasp he finds a mirror in the corner of the room, it's broken in two with cracks running along it. The image comes out distorted, his face appearing ten times over, but something is wrong. He doesn't look like himself. His face pale and his eyes dark, like something that should be long buried. He was supposed to be underground.

"You must be cold," James says, rushing over to throw a blanket over his shoulders.

"Not cold," Regulus mumbles. He doesn't even feel a temperature anymore, he doesn't feel anything. James comes in front of him, blocking his view from the mirror, his eyes shining. "What am I?" Regulus' hands twitch at his side.

"You're alive," James replies simply, cupping his cheeks again.

The water is pushing him down. It's cold despite the fire spraying down on top of him. His screams are silenced by the heaviness of the waves above him. Crashing all around him, taking all of his air, he was under the water... it was the only way.

"No," Regulus flinches from his grip.

James pays no mind to it, stroking his cheek softly, "You're alive."

Regulus's breath hitches in his throat as James crashes forward taking him in his chest. Numbly he looks back to the mirror and finds his long-dead eyes looking back at him.

He can feel James' tears against his shoulder, and his voice shakes as he repeats, "You're alive."

[klarolinexluv]

I know there is a fic about, low-key forgot what it’s called but anyway

Jo and Laurie are Prongsfoot

Amy and Laurie and Jegulus

Thank you for coming to my ted talk

[thetownsroyalmuseum]

Regulus who went through a Shakespeare phase when her was little (9-12 ish) so now he randomly switches to shakepearean english, to the point where all of his friends can now, not only understand it, but also speak it (especially sirius and barty)