#jegulus also works

[aristotle0]

okay hear me out

a drarry fanfic where all the pureblood supremacy shit that requires Voldemort doesn't exist and they're just two Quidditch's captains or seekers or idk but they're A LOT competitive

that's it

they're just competitive

I need this

[courfee]

oby jeggy is a different kind of dsfkdsf so here is them from the first fic in that series, i will touch you with my mind by my love @itsjaywalkers

[wolvesandshine]

I’m so convinced that the only reason the Marauders find out about Remus being a werewolf is because of Regulus cause let’s be real all of them are dumbasses like this is how it prob went down

Sirius: My new best friend gets sick every month I don’t know what to do

Regulus *innocently*: oh so he’s like a werewolf?

Sirius *scandalised* : No-

Sirius: *thinking back to all the times Remus’s sickness coincided with the full moon*

Sirius: Oh fuck

[valoale]

Keepin’ it professional

Been reading chew me up, but don’t spit me out by damagecontrol religiously for these past few days and let me tell you I am DEVOTED I mean, like, I love everything about it and my soul is for sale and I just had to draw Regulus is his docs despite being awfully rubbish at drawing shoes but shhhh it’s a good practice

[toujoursrab]

Prompt: Dare (@into-the-jeggyverse) | Pairing: Jegulus | Word Count: 607

There weren’t many rules involved when playing Truth or Dare, but one of rules Regulus and his friends abided by was that dares involving people not involved in their game had to be completed with in the week. Regulus had been sitting on his dare for a week, and today was the day he would have to complete by dare or face the consequences.

It wasn’t as if the dare was particularly difficult. ‘Kiss James Potter…’ That part was easy considering they were dating and had snogged countless times. It was when Barty added the ‘in front of Sirius’ part that the dare became more difficult to carry out.

Sirius was blissfully unaware his best friend was sneaking around with his little brother. While James was ready to tell Sirius, Regulus was too fearful. Things between the Black brothers weren’t the best. They barely spoke to each other in the last year, although sometimes they held staring contests. Regulus would look at Sirius, catch his eye, and they would just stare until one of them looked away.  James told Regulus that Sirius loved him and wanted to talk to him, but Regulus didn’t believe that. No matter how many staring contests they held, it would never replace the look of disappointment and disgust Sirius’ directed at him the night he left.

“Time’s ticking.” Barty reminded Regulus with an amused grin. “You should’ve told pretty boy.”

“I’m aware.” On both accounts. Regulus didn’t tell James of the dare because he was hoping it would somehow go away. But like most of his problems he couldn’t avoid them in hopes that thing would just fade until they no longer existed. “I’m going.”

“You’re doing it now?” his friend snorted, looking around the Great Hall as Regulus got up from the Slytherin table. “I said in front of Black, not the entire school, but by all means. I’ll enjoy the show.” Leave it to Regulus to be overdramatic and cause a scene. The Blacks were famous for it; either do it up big or do nothing at all.

Despite his heart hammering in his chest, Regulus strolled leisurely to the Gryffindor table. He only stopped once he was behind James, reaching out to tap his shoulder. The Marauders fell silent when they noticed Regulus presence, James turning to face him and a slow smile forming on his lips but his eyes showing just how concerned he was. Regulus has never approached him publicly.

“Regulus.” It was Sirius who spoke first, sitting across from James and unbeknownst to him, having the best seat in the house for what was about to come.

Regulus ignored Sirius and the way his stomach dropped and his face heat up in an embarrassing blush. He felt like he was going to throw up and that would not be a very attractive scene.

“Are you alright?” James stood up from where he was sitting, reaching out for Regulus but stopping himself. His arms fell back to his side, fingers curling around nothing.

Somehow Regulus found his voice, his eyes locking with James. “I’m fine, Potter. Better than, I’m spectacular.”

Before James could tell Regulus, he was not, in fact, spectacular, Regulus found a burst of confidence. He reached for James’ tie, wrapping his pale fingers around the red and gold fabric before pulling James in. Their lips met in a chaste kiss but neither pulled away. Once James got over his initial surprise, he laughed happily against Regulus’ mouth causing the younger to relax as he felt James’ hand curl around his hip to pull him in closer as if no one, namely Sirius, was watching.

[calamitoustide]

okay so Harry is Lily’s kid and James is his uncle and one day Lily’s in a bind and needs him to pick Harry up from daycare so of course he does it and he goes in and finds this… really hot dad. And his daughter is talking to Harry so James takes the chance to go talk to him. He learns his name is Regulus and is so obsessed with it as James always is and Reg points at Harry and asks if he’s his son. James being the idiot that he is says yes (he’s struggling). Also they look pretty much identical cause he was the sperm donor so it makes sense that Reg asks. James has been asked it before... but Reg is hot and he short circuited. They leave and agree that they should rearrange a play date… you know for the kids.

James has to keep asking Lily to borrow Harry to take him to these places and it’s this huge mess.

And Reg has to keep coming up with reasons to Pandora and Xeno why he always wants to take their daughter out places.

chaos ensues.

[goldrushenthusiast]

Everyone gangsta until the amortentia lesson that character A is late to and walks in and asks “why does this smell like character B?”

[charbroiledchicken]

one of my favourite relationship dynamics in literature has to be: "the one that calms them down" + "the one that makes them feel alive"

[florsial]

Fame Au where James is a famous band member and Regulus works as a host in his friend's restaurant. They meet when the Marauders decide to fuck off somewhere after a show and Regulus has to be the one to seat them. Immediately James is captivated by the pretty host while Sirius is like "THAT'S WHERE YOU'VE BEEN ALL THESE YEARS???"

Cue James flirting as Regulus passes in their section and when the Marauders leave. While Regulus' coworkers/friends (Pandora and Evan) raise their brows.

Also, an interesting scenario where James starts going to the restaurant as an excuse to see Regulus and one day he just sees Sirius in his usual seat talking to Regulus, and when they lock eyes, Sirius is like "What are YOU doing here?? 🤨"

[ecstarry]

something got into me i think i will post the first chapter of dear sirius today so here's a small snippet for you:

James looked significantly more put-together than Regulus, which was uncommon. But Regulus had finally had a good night's sleep, and it was evident in his "I just woke up" appearance.

"Hi." James’ voice carried a constant undercurrent of worry. Regulus found himself missing the warmth it used to have. He knew that every time James looked at him, all he saw was Sirius. James never said it, but Regulus recognized that look too well. Throughout his life, few people looked at him and saw anything more than Sirius’ little brother. He could never fault James for seeing the same.

Lyra ran to hug James, barely tall enough to wrap her arms around his waist.

“I’m glad you’re here,” Regulus said. 

“My parents missed her terribly,” James said, pausing to lift Lyra up and carry her on his hip. “You don’t want any help today?” He said with caring eyes. Regulus thought back to the first time he had seen James. Even back then, Regulus had instantly understood why Sirius was so drawn to James. There was something about the way James looked at you, like you were something worth seeing, someone worthy of being known.

[itsjaywalkers]

i will take the sun in my mouth

jegulus | explicit | 33k | for my beloved @imdamagecontrol <3

Regulus is nothing if not a liar. And a really damn good one at that. Or he tries to be, at least. You see, making mistake after mistake isn't as easy if you don't have a certain amount of delusion. How do you think he manages to stay on that stupid branch until it breaks each time? Of course, it doesn't really work with Sirius, because his brother has always been able to see right through him. And as luck would have it, James Potter also appears to be somewhat of an exception.

[courfee]

little poster for the fic Operation Walburga's Arbitrary No Kissing Ever Rule :) 10 things i hate about you, but make it jegulus

[wolvesandshine]

Remus *angrily*: Were you dropped on your head as a child?

Sirius: Yes actually. Multiple times. To ensure my magic was working or whatever.

Remus: Now I’m just sad for you

[alltheyoungmoons]

stumbled across a blog sharing other ppl’s fanfiction and adding AI-generated photos as “moodboards” and I just want to say - don’t do that shit! AI generated photos are unethical in a plethora of ways, and they don’t even look that good! what you could do instead is search for other people’s work to use as your inspo, and i assure you’ll find so many artists to follow and admire in the process! (of course give credit if you know the artist’s name!)

or better yet - use this opportunity to learn a new skill! you could try drawing yourself! you may not be a natural - hell, i know i’m not, but i enjoy doing it anyway! if drawing isn’t your thing, maybe take up collage or printmaking or needlepoint - there’s literally SO MANY WAYS you can create fanwork (and i’m only talking about visual artwork here! the possibilities are endless) that don’t involve just feeding a few keywords to an algorithm that’s been trained with billions of other people’s work and doesn’t engage with your sense of creativity.

Please, I beg, AI “art” is not a hobby. It’s not creative and I don’t even like to think of it as art. Literally just pick up a pencil or something.

[toujoursrab]

Prompt: Pounce | Pairing: Jegulus (@into-the-jeggyverse) | Word Count: 946 Warnings: Light sexual undertones. Casual mentions of blood because Reg is a vampire and James makes him thirsty.

“I want him.” Regulus’ tone left no room for argument, his grip tightening around his glass of old fashioned. His eyes were dark but glowing red, determined as he looked across the club admiring the most beautiful man he had seen in centuries. Said man was in the middle of the dance floor, drink in his hand as a blonde woman pressed up against him with minimal space between, his head was tilted back in a laugh over something she had said. Regulus couldn’t hear the sound, but surely it was just as beautiful as he was. An image conjured up in his mind of the stranger beneath him, Regulus’ mouth nestled near the column of his throat before his sharp fangs pierced through tan skin and the first taste of syrupy copper exploded on his tongue. He would sound so fucking pretty, and Regulus would be so full, so satisfied, as he feasted on his prey. 

“Down, kitten.” His best friend smirked, gulping down his own drink; a vodka something. ���You look like you’re gonna pounce. As much as I’d enjoy the show this isn’t the place for that.”

Even if it pained him, Regulus had to agree with Barty. They had chosen a human club to visit tonight, deciding to step out of their usual supernatural social rings in an attempt to be “adventurous”. Regulus wasn’t supposed to find his next meal, tonight was just meant for casual fun. There were a lot of human/vampire hangouts where humans willingly let vampires feed on them and this place wasn’t one of them. In fact, his older brother owned one of the oldest and most popular clubs for feeding (and more), Regulus usually ventured there because he was given special treatment from the patrons and the staff. As much as he pretended he didn’t like the attention, he loved being spoiled and given special treatment when he was in the mood for it.

With a disappointed sigh, he sipped his drink but kept his eyes on his prey. Every time he moved, the bright lights flashing over him, it was as if Regulus was noticing some new physical attribute. He was tall, had dark messy hair, and wore glasses. Hot. “I won’t pounce, Barty. I’ll just casually stroll over there.”

Barty gave him a side eye as if he didn’t believe him. Regulus wasn’t the type to be attracted to someone at first glance, but he also wasn’t the most subtle person. He was blunt and straight forward and this wasn’t the best place for that. Most people didn’t take too kindly to vampires even if they openly walked among humans and shared spaces. “And then…?”

“I’ll get close enough to smell his blood.” There were too many scents in here, most of them not pleasant, for Regulus to make out the scent of the guy who made his fangs ache with desire.

“Annnnnd then….?”

“If he smells disgusting, I’ll walk away. But if he doesn’t…..” and Regulus had a strong feeling that he wouldn’t. “I ask him to dance, flirt a little. The bathroom of the club didn’t look that disgusting.”

Barty almost spit out his drink. “You—the biggest prude I know—are going to—in the bathroom of a club?”

Regulus hit the other’s bare arm with the back of his hand in offense, Barty’s face scrunching up as he rubbed the back of his arm. Regulus may have small hands, but the sharpness of the blow stung. “Sirius always says—”

“Stop right there. The last time you quoted something from your brother you decided to go skydiving even though you’re scared of heights.”

“It was for the experience.”

“You clung to Remus for ten minutes crying and hyperventilating, and then had him tell the instructor he was the one who was scared so you both wouldn’t be diving.”

“He took one for the team.”  A huff left the vampire while Barty looked smug to have made his point. It was quiet for a few moments, Barty ordering a new drink and Regulus scanning the crowd for the beautiful guy in glasses, somehow he had lost him. “Fuck, Barty. He’s gone.” His nose twitched just as Barty’s new drink was set down on the bar top. It smelt sweet and alluring, flowery in a way he couldn’t pinpoint, and almost intoxicating as he leaned in to try and get a whiff of more but was left disappointed when he realized it wasn’t coming from the drink placed on the bar. Before Regulus could blink, he was elbowed into his ribs.

“Ow, what the bloody h—” But he stopped speaking, feeling a warmth behind him as he turned. Oh—not only was he met with the beautiful man from the dance floor, but also that sweet intoxicating scent. He almost leaned in just so he could get a whiff, but decided that was weird at the last moment.

“Hi!” the glasses guy looked sheepish, running his fingers through his already messy and lightly damped hair. It was all very endearing, Regulus breathed in and allowed the human’s scent to cloud his senses; it felt like he was floating. “I’m James. I noticed you watching me, thought you might want a closer view.”

Regulus was momentarily stunned. No amount of time spent on this Earth—463 years—could have prepared him for this moment.

“Oh trust me, he bloody well does.” Barty answered with a laugh, almost knocking Regulus off the barstool and right into James.

[calamitoustide]

james potter as a line cook who blasts songs like Yeah! by USHER in the kitchen at 10 am every single morning and regulus as a server who's just trying to get through his shifts without crying in the walk in