#jeggy

[not-rab]

Barty: Sooo you’re dating Potter?

Regulus: What? No! I’m just buying him an accessory since he has terrible fashion sense

Barty: That’s literally a wedding ring

[moonyswarmsweaters]

Remus: are you a cuddler?

Regulus: I AM A MACHINE OF DEATH AND DESTRUCTION-

James: yeah he's a cuddler.

[ecstarry]

i love thinking about regulus’ firsts with james but not like sexual stuff only i meaaan first time he was sick and James was there to take care of him and first time he had a shit day and came back to his favorite meal made or first time james goes grocery shopping alone and comes back with the exact flavor and brand of yoghurt that reg wants because he ran out of it and James just notices that kind of stuff and their first month together and james getting him flowers because its their first month and aaah just them going through life together

[industrations]

I missed them

[genderflouiid]

marauders as things my friends have said

james: what’s your red flag?

regulus: um, i don’t kno—

james: i think you’re mean

[nothingtoseeherebyeexx]

james ‘longing stares’ potter and regulus ‘furtive glances’ black, everyone

i missed them sm…i had to make a quick sketch of them

[jaioes]

Finally finished with cowboy jegulus!!!✨✨🌟🌟🦌🐈‍⬛💕

They are so sweet i cant. I hope this comes across and gentle as i aimed it to be. It looks soft to me 🥹

As usual ill add this to my inprint <3

[slytherinhousehoe13]

James Potter died for our sins

[starless-gaze]

seeing anti jeggy posts on my feed is wild bc the argument is always that it's ooc for james

like how do you know james wouldn't be into regulus??? did he tell you that????

[siriuslylu]

*Regulus singing pointing at James* ‘CAUSE HE WAS SUNSHINE *now to himself* I WAS MIDNIGHT GAY

[alpha-canis-major]

Late-night Starchaser chats

James: I like the freckle on your cheek.

Regulus: Oh yeah?

James: YEAH!!!

Regulus: And why is that?

James: It's just so yumyumyum. I want to give it a smooch.

Regulus: A smooch?

James: Yeah, a smooch. A smoochy smooch.

Regulus: You're an idiot y'know.

James: Yeah I know.

Regulus: A smoochy smooch, huh?

James: Shut up.

Regulus: No, I'm genuinely asking, why do you want to give it a smooch?

James: Because it's like a button to your heart, and because our hearts are connected it's a button to us.

Regulus: Our hearts are connected?

James: Not just our hearts, we're connected. Invisible string and all that.

Regulus: Nah our string isn't invisible, it's golden.

James: Golden?

Regulus: It came from you, of course it's golden.

[not-rab]

James: You can’t ask the gods to kill someone.

Regulus: Yeah, you do your own dirty work.

[moonyswarmsweaters]

Regulus “I hate you with every inch of my body” Black and James “That’s not a lot of inches” Potter

(They are in love)

[ecstarry]

@jegulus-microfic / football / 768 words / @bellaxisworld i love you

--- here's a little kiss cam brainrot <3

"But I hate football, you know this," Regulus reiterated to a very persistent Remus over the phone.

“I know, but Sirius can’t make it and he doesn’t want the tickets to go to waste. It’s just one game,” Remus remarked with a hint of something that Regulus couldn’t quite place. 

That’s how he ended up at a Saturday sports match, hoping the players were hot; at least he would be entertained that way. He approached his seats and yelled Remus’ name, but someone else turned around: James.

“Reg? Why are you here? I thought I was meeting Siriu-” Regulus interrupted him, only a Potter could manage to insult him as he was greeting him.

“Nice to see you too James, well I thought I was meeting Remus. So you were also not who I expected to see.”

Before James could give a proper response, they both got a notification on their phone. Regulus looked at his screen to read Remus' quick text: Sorry, can’t make it. Have fun.

“I’m going to kill him,” Regulus mumbled. 

“Sirius just canceled on me. I’m guessing you got stood up too?” James asked kindly, but only received a mean glance in response.

In silence, they took their seats. Regulus was beyond pissed. How could Remus do this to him? He thought for a second that they might’ve been set up, but he thought this ruse was a bit dramatic even for Sirius’ standards.

“Do you like football?” James asked, breaking the silence.

“Detest it,” Regulus replied tersely, still too upset to entertain James’ attempt at conversation. When his brother’s best friend asked if he wanted anything to drink, he simply declined in a polite and quick manner.

But when James returned with his favorite treats and a wide smile to his seat, he couldn’t remember what he was upset about. Regulus felt a discreet blush work its way towards his cheeks as James handed him his favorite candy.

“Sirius mentioned you liked this, so I figured that if you were stuck with me and in a place you don’t want to be, you might as well get a sweet treat, no?” James said casually, as if remembering someone’s favorite candy was nothing.

To Regulus, it was such a significant gesture, but he couldn’t help but feel a little pathetic by how such a simple token could make him feel so warm. If he was honest, maybe it had more to do with who was giving him that attention than the piece of candy itself, but that was not the time to process that.

The game continued, and to Regulus's surprise, he found himself having more fun than he had expected. While Remus would have been good company, James was captivating in his own way. Despite not being a fan of football, Regulus made an effort to stay informed about the current games. A fact that he deliberately kept from James as the other man’s eyes lit up explaining everything. He never expected to be so absorbed in James’ words or thoughts or lips or eyes or arms or smile...

 Oh god, when did James Potter become so attractive?

“Regulus?” His name coming out James’ lips took him out his trace.

“Yes?”

"Kiss cam," James said, pointing at the screen in front of them. There they were, the two of them, with a crowd surrounding them, chanting for them to just kiss. Regulus felt as if seconds extended into hours as James's hand gently cupped his chin, his eyes silently asking for permission. An inaudible yes left Regulus's lips as the distance between them evaporated.

His hand instinctively reached for James' shirt, pulling him closer as if their lips touching was still too far a distance to bridge. He allowed himself this moment, the touch of an angel on a broken man. Every crevice of doubt within him was filled with warmth as James kept asking for more with his tongue. James parted slightly, and the absence of his lips made Regulus remember himself. Embarrassed, he started to pull away, but James held him tightly, his hands not leaving Regulus' face.

Regulus bravely opened his eyes to face the regret that was sure to be all over James’ face, but instead he found something else— something sweet and soft, something only honey eyes like James’ could convey. He was still light-headed from James’ touch, he couldn’t make sense of just how long he had been given access to heaven. 

But the reality remained: he had just kissed James Potter, who seemed just as delighted to have kissed Regulus Black.

Maybe football wasn’t that bad.

more microfics here

[vlouette]

James definitely has a knife kink

[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.