#jegulus drabble

[sommerregenjuniluft]

@jegulus-microfic january 9 - write - 946words - feat. fem!harry because i was craving girldads

(this one also esp goes out to @veryinnovative)

“Papa?”

“Yes, mon chou?” Regulus responds, shaking a curl out of his eyes to look over his shoulder as he keeps stirring.

Harrie is still bent over her artwork, crayon held in a tight fist, pigtails standing askew with half her hair falling out of them and in her little face anyways.

“Will you help me write my name?”

Regulus lowers the temperature of the stovetop to let the sauce simmer as he puts on the lid, “Of course. I’ll be right there.”

He crouches down to check the potato wedges and veggies in the oven, satisfied when they look according to the alarm he set, and gives his hands a quick rinse before he saunters over to his daughter.

The soles of his plush slippers are a faint noise against the whirring of the oven and the soft bubbling of the pot. The air smells warm and cozy with the home-cooked meal and the drying clementine peels that are still on the table from Harrie’s earlier snack.

Regulus bends over her to regard her painting, nose buried into her wayward hair, inhaling. It smells like her Strawberry Shortcake (the kid’s show) shampoo, like James’ cologne and still that distinct brand of baby that Regulus is utterly obsessed with and hopes she never loses. Well, at least as long as she’s small enough for him to still pick her up.

Harrie is unperturbed, keeps drawing little blue petals around a flower besides what Regulus assumes must be their cat, Mochi. Or maybe a very oversized ant. His little artiste.

“Can I give you a kiss?” Regulus mumbles into the crown of her head.

“Yup.” 

Harrie squeals when Regulus plants a loud smooch on her chubby cheek. She smells like grapes and walnuts there too. James must’ve packed them for her lunch in kindergarden.

She tapers off into a hearty giggle when Regulus keeps peppering kisses before he lets himself fall into the kitchen chair beside her.

“So,” Regulus says pointedly, making a show of granting her his undivided attention.

Harrie nods her head, making little, silly Mhm-mhm-mhm noises. Like she’s trying to convey the importance of what follows. Or like she has a tune stuck in her head. Regulus bets his money on both.

He grins, tucking a strand behind Harrie’s ear that just falls right back into place. “Where do you want your name?”

A tongue pokes out of the corner of his daughter’s mouth and she turns her pen to point at the top edge with the end of it, “Right here.”

“Alright.”

Harrie chooses another color for her signature and then they begin to write together.

“An H. Huh—as in house,” Regulus makes, Harrie repeating the sound automatically. “Two straight lines down and then one across the middle. Good job.”

“Then Ay,” Harrie continues. The beginning of the alphabet she’s already got memorized.

“That’s right, mon chou.”

“Ha-rrr.”

“An R—that’s a straight line, with a bump on top and a leg on the bottom. That’s it. We need another one of those, remember? Your name has two.”

Just as Harrie sets onto the next letter Regulus hears a car rumble up into their driveway, head instinctively swiveling around to the window.

When he looks back down the second R isn’t entirely correct. “Whoops—look, this one has its leg on the wrong side, honey.”

“Oh,” Harrie makes, eyebrows rising, and she goes to grab her eraser.

She corrects her letter and then proceeds to draw the I without prompting from Regulus, adding a wonky heart on top.

“Good job. And an—”

“E–like eeeraser,” his daughter sings, adding the three horizontal lines to the last letter, right as Regulus hears a keychain jingle against the front door.

Harrie is now drawing a little star next to her name as James comes into the kitchen with Mochi in his arms, a leaf sticking to his paw.

“Daddy,” Harrie yells, scrambling down from her chair and hasting into James’ arms, Mochi already fleeing for his cat tree, presumably.

James hums delightedly, smiling as he squeezes their daughter to his chest, “Mm, mi amorcito.”

He’s still in his coat and beanie from outside, glasses fogging up—though luckily for him, he’s had the mind to slip out of his boots at least.

Harrie rubs her palms along James’ stubbled jaw when they pull apart, making him chuckle. “Missed me?”

“A little,” Harrie shrugs.

“Oh, only a little, huh?” James challenges, whisking Harrie up and whirling her around in the air, twirling himself and making her scream with joy.

He sets her against his hip after he successfully lost one of her hair ties on his little escapade, never to be found again or for Mochi to play with.

“Smells amazing, love,” James says warmly, gazing at Regulus before helping Harrie gently pull out the other hair tie too.

Which reminds him Regulus to check on the sauce again. 

He smiles sweetly at his husband and wanders back over to the counter, grabbing the lid with a kitchen mitten and stirring the thickening sauce as he gets hit by its savoury tang and hint of black pepper and parsley.

At his back he hears Harrie and James babbling, conversing about something or the other as she takes her seat again. Something about finger paints and Ron and tea cup and pee accident.

Regulus is just stretching to get some plates when there’s strong arms wrapping around him from behind, prompting his lips into another immediate smile.

“Mi vida,” his husband mumbles, pressing a soft kiss behind Regulus’ ear.

James is warm and smells like caramel latte and outside air and the same hint of cologne found in their daughter’s hair.

[cr-amber]

for the @jegulus-microfic prompt: domestic

“Prongs, we’re heading out,” Sirius calls as he steps into his boots.  “You sure you don’t wanna come?”

“Nah, Reggie’s coming over later.  I’m already working on dinner,” James replies.

Sirius rolls his eyes, but he can’t hide his fond grin.  “So domestic, no wonder he likes you.”

“I just like taking care of him,” James says with a shrug.

Sirius nods, expression much more solemn.  “I like that you take care of him too.”

75 words!

[theicarusconstellation]

61 jegulus 😊😊😊😊

you and @ecstarry requested this one so here’s this for both of you😈😈

prompt: 61). “I love you. I’m completely and utterly in love with you. Please don’t get married.” // jegulus // sfw // words: 944

Regulus studies the wedding rings on the ring bearer’s pillow in his dressing room with loathing. His stiff, old-fashioned dress robes make him fidget, wanting to crawl out of his own skin the closer he gets to the ceremony.

The ceremony. The event that will ruin his life and chain him to a woman he has no room in his heart to love.

Not that there is anything wrong with Cereus Greengrass; she just…

Isn’t him, a small, despicable voice in his head whispers. She isn’t the one who has seen his scars. She isn’t the one who broke down his brainwashed mentality and helped him see that his former truths were bigotry and hatred.

She isn’t the one who begged him not to go when he announced his engagement.

Regulus had been betrothed since birth to Adelaide Rosier, but that all fell through once Sirius ran away, plummeting the Black family’s status down to the bottom of the totem pole. For a brief while — two glorious years — he allowed himself to believe that he would be able to marry someone of his own choosing. This hope only grew stronger once he fell in love with him.

Beautiful brown skin and golden wire-rimmed glasses. Forested eyes and warm muscles that flexed and relaxed on the Quidditch pitch (and in the soft retreat of the Come-and-Go Room). A secret just for Regulus, one he could hold close to his heart until the time came to reveal it to the world.

Then, Lucius properly introduced Walburga and Orion to the Greengrass family. As it turned out, their eldest daughter was in need of a husband, and Regulus fit the bill down to the letter.

He could see no way out. Voldemort himself believed that it was something that had to be done. Regulus had no choice.

Or so he tells himself.

Yet sitting at his dressing room vanity, listening to the orchestra play the tune of noon, he cannot help but wonder what would have happened if he went with James. If he had accepted that extended hand and trusted that whatever plan his boyfriend had concocted on the spot would be successful. Would it be their wedding happening at this venue today instead?

No, he cannot dwell on the past. James has gone away, and Regulus himself is at fault for that.

He hasn’t had any lovers since you left him, that voice whispers again.

“Shut up,” Regulus hisses aloud through gritted teeth.

“Well, damn, Reg. I just got here, and you’re already sending me away.”

That voice. He knows that voice. He’s dreamt of that voice.

His back stiffens, and he uses all his courage to drag his eyes up from the vanity counter and to the mirror, where he sees behind him —

“Jamie?”

The nickname slips out like a desperate plea, begging to be heard after eons of disuse.

“Surprise.” The boy in the mirror grins weakly, though his voice cracks and trembles.

“You can’t be here.” Please don’t leave.

“I had to try. I won’t stop trying until both of us are dead. I had to take a few months to plan after you told me about…this, but I’m here now, and Regulus —“ James walks closer to him, and Regulus’ legs lift him up against his will, pulling him toward old familiar comforts.

James’ hands find his face — he’s in an old Gryffindor sweatshirt and jeans, but Regulus couldn’t care less — and he says with no hesitation,

“I love you. I’m completely and utterly in love with you. Please don’t get married. Sirius is in a Muggle car out front waiting for us to come out. We’ll go away, far away, to your uncle Alphard’s place; he’s already agreed. If anyone tries to stop us, I’ve gotten Crouch and Rosier on board to cause a diversion. Regulus, please, I —“ His voice catches, and Regulus feels his entire world change in the span of a second.

Could he do it? Could he leave behind everything, the altar, the rings, the loveless marriage, his parents? But what about the dangers? What about Voldemort? If he goes with James, will the Dark Lord find them? And Sirius — they haven’t spoken in years. Is he really outside, willing and eager to help him escape?

“We all want you back. We need you back. I love you so much, Regulus,” James insists. Regulus’ cheeks heat up between his palms.

I can’t.

“Okay.”

What?

“What? You — you mean it?”

“Okay. I mean it. Take me. Now. Before…”

Before I change my mind. Before the ceremony starts and the music plays and the rings are slipped on and my life stops and my prison begins.

“Oh, thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you —“ James half-sobs, cutting himself off by pulling Regulus’ face toward his and crashing their mouths together in the first kiss Regulus has had in a long, long time.

They spend no more moments on words after that. James grabs his hand, and they both hurry out the window, which is apparently what James used to enter the room. How he got in without Regulus noticing is a mystery neither of them will ever solve.

James hasn’t stopped murmuring “thank you”s, doesn’t stop even after they’re hours down the road, headed for a countryside where love grows and happiness shines down in the form of sun rays.

Regulus doesn’t mind, he curls up in the arms of the one he loves and listens to the soft rumblings within James’ chest as he speaks, the vibrations lulling him into his first true moment of relaxation since that night in the Come-and-Go Room so many months ago.

[evermoreismychild]

It was first year, Regulus was walking into Hogwarts, eager for his first year.

His mother made it clear what would happen if he got Gryffindor like his older brother did, so he was relieved when he was placed in Slytherin.

He sat down at the Slytherin tables for dinner and struck up conversation with 2 other boys from the table, Evan Rosier and Barty Crouch Jr.

By his 3rd day, Regulus was beyond tired of hearing about how cool his brother was, because frankly, he didn’t care.

So he avoided his brother in the hallways, which wasn’t hard aside from the fact that they shared many classes together.

Somewhere in Reg’s second week of Hogwarts, Sirius came bursting into Potions class, out of breath and disheveled, his hair was obviously just recently thrown up into a mess on the top of his head, “I’m sorry, Professor Slughorn, won’t happen again.” Sirius was followed closely by Remus Lupin, who was doubled over, catching his breath as well, and Peter who seemed a bit more composed despite his labored breaths, there were small traces of laughter coming from them both.

Regulus rolled his eyes, and just before looking back down at his book, in strolled a fourth boy, much more calm than his panicked companions, he seemed to be in no rush at all.

Regulus was captivated, he was sure his face had began to flush and his eyes grew just the smallest bit wider.

The boy pushed his glasses up slightly as he grabbed the parchment from Slughorn and listened to the instruction the professor gave them.

Regulus couldn’t unglue his eyes from the boy in front of him. He looked so casually reckless, his hair was perfectly disheveled and Regulus was completely and utterly enthralled.

“Careful there, Black. You’ll get drool on your book,” Barty teased from beside him, earning snickers from Evan.

Regulus felt warmth creep to his face and he shoved the boys, “Shut up.” But his eyes were immediately drawn back to the boy standing behind Sirius, now chuckling at something Remus had whispered.

How had Regulus never seen this boy before?

Suddenly, the boy looked up as if he could feel someone’s eyes on him and met eyes with Regulus. Regulus’s eyes widened, and his face felt feverishly hot now. A playful grin touched at the boy’s lips when he caught Regulus’s stare.

And just like that, the boy’s eyes were drawn back to the board as Sirius nudged his shoulder.

Regulus turned to Barty, “Who’s that?”

“That’s James Potter. He’s on the quidditch team. He’s a chaser, I think”

Regulus’s gaze turned back to the boy once more.

James Potter.

[murderoushagthesequel]

Couch Burrito

from @jegulus-microfic's prompt, comfortable (100 words)

hag writing an actual drabble again look at me gooooo

“Love-”

“No.”

“Reg, I just want to get you some water,” James says softly, running his hands through Regulus’ hair. Regulus just snuggles closer to him.

“No. Stayyy,” he insists. He does look adorable, James admits, curled up in a blanket like a little burrito and lying across James' lap. But he's sick and he really does need to drink water. James sighs.

"Accio water glass," James mumbles and an empty glass comes flying into his hand. "Aguamenti." The glass fills with water. "Now drink up, love." He holds the glass for Regulus who smiles, taking a sip. 

"You're comfy."

[addsalwayssick]

For the drabble

60 and 61 please

so i’m making these separate bc i’m not quite sure how to combine them, but if you want me to try and figure it out js lmk and i will !! xx (one will be jegulus and one will be wolfstar but if you had another ship in mind lmk and i’ll rewrite xx)

60- ‘before you murder me, hear me out’

Regulus didn’t think he would be in this situation. It was dark, and though he should have, he wasn’t sleeping. He was wide awake, staring at the ceiling. He’d heard his window start to open, and he immediately shot up from his bed and looked at the window. Regulus, only being 14 years old, knew he was going to get murdered that night. He watched painfully, stuck in his spot from his bed as the window slowly slid open and a man started climbing through. The man hopped in, freezing as he saw Regulus. The man didn’t rush him, like Regulus expected. He felt his confusion grow, snapping on a lamp beside his bed. He felt himself blush as he saw James standing there. Had he come there for him?

“James?” Regulus asked, getting up.

“Regulus. Hi. Before you murder me, hear me out.” James said.

Regulus felt his heart break a little, knowing he was about to hear his excuse, how it was an accident. “Go on.”

“So i was going to Sirius’s room-“ James started, and Regulus immediately scowled. “And then I decided I didn’t want to go to Sirius’s room, because i missed you.”

Regulus felt himself go pink again. “Missed me? Are you sure you just don’t feel bad because you climbed into my room by accident?”

James grinned sheepishly. “I’ve been climbing into Sirius’s window since I was 9. I wanted to see you.”

Regulus smiled, a warmth in his heart growing. He walked to James, pressing his lips to James’s. James didn’t kiss back at first, in shock, but eventually started to.

61- “I love you. I’m completely and utterly in love with you. Please don’t get married.”

Remus didn’t want to get married. He knew it was a lost cause to argue with his parents. They weren’t really his parents, only the people who adopted him after his own parents died at the age of 14. He missed them dearly.

So here he sat in his bedroom with Sirius Black next to him. He’d had a crush on Sirius since the day he met him. He knew Sirius didn’t feel the same way. It didn’t matter, as he would be getting married to a woman named Marlene Mckinnon. Remus liked Marlene, he did, just not like that. Marlene was kind and sarcastic, and nearly as gay as Remus was. He knew she was in love with a woman named Dorcas Meadowes, just as she knew he was in love with Sirius.

“Are you excited to get married?” Sirius asked quietly after a long stretch of silence.

Remus scoffed at him, letting his head fall back on his bed frame. “Fat chance.”

Sirius smiled at him a bit, lighting a cigarette. Remus’s adopted parents were out, the only reason Sirius was even there. They didn’t like Sirius much, refusing to let him into their home. Remus did it behind their backs, and he did most everything.

Sirius, after smoking the cigarette, let his head rest on Remus’s shoulder. “Will things change when you’re married?”

Remus sighed. “I hope not.” Remus was only 17, and was to be married on his 18th birthday.

He hoped to get a divorce from Marlene quickly, rather than staying married. His birthday was in a week, and it was his last week as a ‘free man’. He and Marlene had decided to be allowed to date whoever they wanted, because neither of them felt any love other than friendship for each other.

Remus felt his phone ring, picking it up and putting it to his ear. “Remus Lupin.” His adopted mother growled into his ear.

“Clarisse.” Hé answered.

“I know you’re with that Sirius boy. I won’t be having any of it. We’ve moved your wedding to this afternoon. I expect you here in 30 minutes in your tux. If you’re not, there will be consequences. That boy is not invited.” She said, hanging up the phone.

Remus’s eyes widened in panic. Sirius, who could also hear her words also started to panic. They turned to each other as Remus felt tears slipping down his cheeks. Sirius wiped each of them off, offering to drive him to the venue.

Remus nodded. He felt numb and cold as they drove. He started to get out of the car before he felt a warm hand on his arm. He turned back, expecting an apologetic look from Sirius, but instead seeing a panicked look. Sirius was breathing hard, tears in his eyes. “Sirius?”

“Remus, I love you. I’m completely and utterly in love with you. Please don’t get married.” He said, desperately clutching Remus’s arm.

Remus sputtered. “You’re what?”

“I’m sorry, i’m sorry I just-“

Remus leaned in and kissed him, getting back in the car. He shut the door behind him. “Drive.” Remus said. Remus texted Marlene, telling her what happened. She texted back in full support. [Fiance ;(: Period! You go king. I’ll try and delay our parents. I’ll make an excuse for you xx! Get as far away as you can.]

And he did.

He did end up getting married, nearly 2 years later. But this time it was to Sirius.

[softest-cinnamon-roll]

James Potter was nothing if not a fantastic gift giver. Whether it was a birthday present or a Christmas present, James always came out on top. It wasn’t as though he tried to beat everyone, it just so happens that James was excellent at reading people and so when it came to buying gifts, he knew exactly what to buy. 

When Regulus Black re-entered Sirius’ life and therefore subsequently, James’ life, he became no exception. 

James remembers that night as though it were yesterday. It was a few days before Christmas and both James and Sirius were home from their first year at university, spending the holidays with James’ parents. Christmas had always been a celebrated thing at the Potters and even though James and Sirius no longer lived under his parents roof, it was still their home. 

They were just sitting down to lunch when the doorbell rang, and there standing on the porch looking like a ghost with fear in his eyes, was Regulus Black. His mother had ushered him inside and Sirius began fussing, asking question after question after question about what happened. 

Regulus had remained silent, simply allowing his mother to clean him up and bandage any injuries. No matter how many times Sirius asked, he didn’t provide any explanation.

Later that very same day, James excused himself and walked into town to the stationary store and purchased a black leather bound journal and some writing pens. He snuck it into his room and wrapped it up, placing a tag with Regulus’ name on it and placing it in his bedside drawer. 

When Christmas Day rolled around and Regulus joined them all in the living room to open presents, it was clear he hadn’t been expecting anything. James could see the longing in his eyes as Sirius wrapped a new scarf around neck and watched as he shrugged off his mother’s apologies for not having bought him anything. Later that evening, when Sirius had gone off to spend the rest of the evening with Remus, James carefully approached Regulus who was sitting outside on the porch, his gift in hand. 

“This is for you,” James breathed, holding out the wrapped gift he had carefully picked out. Regulus’ eyes widened just ever so slightly, his lips pursed as he looked from the gift and back to James. The cold gaze in his eyes seemed to vanish, even just for a second as he accepted the gift, but didn’t open it. “Happy Christmas, Regulus.”

James left him to it, closing the porch door and disappearing upstairs to his bedroom. A few hours later, when everyone in the house had gone to bed, there was a slight knock on the door and on the other side was Regulus, holding the now open gift against his chest. “Thank you,” was all that was said before he turned on his heel and walked down the corridor to his own room.

Regulus became no exception to James’ gift giving and when their relationship moved from friends to romantic, he became James’ number one priority. 

Now, five and a half years since that first gift giving, James was presented with a challenge. What did he get Regulus for their third anniversary?

By the time James’ alarm sounded, Reg was already up and gone, leaving James with nothing but his thoughts until he got home a little after three. He’d spent the past three weeks asking Regulus if there was anything specific he would like as a gift; a new book, a new journal, a weekend trip away to some place. The only answer James got in response was a soft smile and a ‘surprise me’. 

Sometimes, James was sure that Regulus had too much faith in his gift giving skills. 

As the day went on, James really was starting to lose hope on finding something spectacular for Regulus when he found himself standing across the street from an animal shelter. The idea sprung on him like a lightbulb moment and he felt a grin take over his face as his legs carried him across the road and into the building. 

An hour later, he was leaving the shelter with a small black kitten in a carrier as well as some food, toys and other necessities for taking care of a kitten. The smile hadn’t left James’ face since he’d entered the shelter and his eyes had landed on the kitten. He just knew that Reg was going to love him. 

It was just after two when James made it back to the flat that they shared together and he sat the carrier down in the middle of the living room before he closed the door, making sure when he let it out to explore, it would stay in a secure space. He opened the carrier, laying down on his stomach a few feet away and the little black kitten carefully crept out from inside, head moving cautiously from side to side before it pounced playfully at James’ outstretched hand. 

Oh yes, Regulus was going to absolutely adore him. 

When the door opened and closed a little after three and Regulus’ voice called from the front door, James quickly gathered the kitten into his arms and took a seat on the couch, nervously bouncing his leg up and down as he waited for Reg to come in. 

“”I was thinking we could go out for dinner or something?” Regulus started, opening the door and stepping into the living room. “Since we couldn’t get awa-'' His eyes had landed on James, and the bundle in his arms and his eyes widened ever so slightly. 

“Happy anniversary,” James smiled from the couch, shifting the kitten in his arms to hold him outwards towards his boyfriend. 

Regulus dropped his bag onto the floor and moved closer, his eyes still wide as though he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. As soon as he was within touching distance though, he carefully accepted the kitten from James’ arms and placed it in his own, expression shifting from shock to pure awe. “James…” he breathed. “In retrospect, this is not what I had in mind when I said surprise me.”

“Do you like him?” James asked, nervous butterflies filling his stomach as he waited for Regulus’ response. 

“Like him?” Reg whispered. “I love him.” He managed to drag his eyes away from the kitten to meet James’, “and I love you. So much.” 

James broke into a wide smile and leaned over Reg’s arms holding the kitten to press a soft kiss to his lips. “I love you too, more than anything.” A few moments passed, the two of them just watching each other. “What’re you going to call him?”

Reg grinned, “Well, you know there is only one name that comes to mind when I think of a black kitten.” He looked back down at the kitten, who was sound asleep in his arms. “Binks.”

[enbysiriusblack]

For the Drabble / pairing thing:

75. “I’m going for a swim. Do you wanna join me?”

- Jegulus

Also love you hope your day has been good so far (this is an invitation to talk about your day as well)

Regulus stared over to where James was undoing his shoelaces.

"What are you doing?"

James grinned, "I'm going for a swim. Do you wanna join me?"

Regulus frowned as James pulled his t-shirt and jeans off, making his way to the water.

"It's cold", Regulus heard himself say.

James was already half in the water as he turned around, "You'll get used to it."

Regulus took a step closer to the water, peering down into it.

"Come on!" James laughed, swimming a few metres away.

He took another step, his foot touching the water. A hand shot out to clasp his ankle and pull him further in.

"I'm going for a swim", James' voice still rang loudly in his head, "Do you wanna join me?"

drabble ask game

[siriuslystargazing]

James: you are grounded

Regulus: for?

James: For.. Till.. collage?

Harry: For till collage!!!

James: FOR TILL COLLAGE!!

Regulus: oh for crying out loud

[herlittlel0ve]

More jeggie

James, Remus, and Sirius are all sitting in the library studying... well Remus is studying. Sirius has they're leg's up on the table twirling his wand with his fingers while inspecting his nails on his other hand; and James was studying or at least attempting before his mind started wandering to a certain Slytherin again.

James had his head down rereading the same page that he's been on for the past 10 minutes when out of nowhere two freakishly cold hands obstruct his view of the page. His mind was running through the possible hands that could be covering him when the person leaned in and he got a whiff of lavender. Settling in and resting his back against the persons chest he breaths in "Hey love" he whispers breathlessly and hears a giggle in return. The hands are removed from his face and are now linked together across his chest as the person leans in more resting his weight on James. "How'd you know it was me?" Regulus asks looking down at his boyfriend "smelled lavender" James answers truthfully ever to give Regulus what he desires. "Hmm" was his only answer as he dipped his head down unhooking his arm so to hold James chin in place to kiss him. "UGH MY EYES" Sirius all but screeches covering his eyes with his arm all while flailing around. All Regulus does is roll his eyes and give James another quick peck returning his arms to they're place back on his boyfriends chest. "I missed you" he says while bending down so his mouth is right behind James ear utterly driving him insane "hmgm missed you too" he responds "ugh stop being disgusting" "shut the fuck up Sirius you act like you aren't begging Remus to bend you over every flat surface 24/7" Sirius's ears go pink and Remus's entire face looks like it's been set on fire " if you can eye fuck at any given time then I'm allowed to kiss my boyfriend in front of our friends" Regulus continues this causes Sirius to look at James and mouthe "brotherfucker" James all but cackles and almost knocking Regulus over as he threatens to fall out his chair at any moment "not yet" he replies back and almost automatically starts all over again due to the look on Sirius face.

[alpha-canis-major]

Regulus: James, I don't think us being together is a good idea, and as much as I want to, I don't think we should get together.

James: Did I do something wrong? I can make it right, I'll do anything for you Reggie, don't end this now when you have no idea how far it could go.

Regulus: No, you're perfect, I think I'm just too much.

James: You're absolutely not too much. If you think I won't be able to handle your trauma, I know about everything that happened to you and Sirius in that house and I can promise you I will always be there for you whatever you need.

Regulus: James I get that you have this whole saviour conplex, but a lot of shit has happened to me. A lot more than you would know, more than Sirius knows, and I know it's too much for you to deal with. I'm too much for you to deal with, and I'm also not enough for you.

James: Regulus Arcturus Black I have never loved anyone more than I love you. No matter what you come with I can handle it because I can handle you. You are the perfect amount and I wouldn't want you any other way. Please, don't leave me.

Regulus: You love me?

James:*smiling* What, too soon?

*Smooch*

[pottermore07]

𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤

𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐫.

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞

𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞

— James Potter

[cr-amber]

for the @jegulus-microfic prompt: boot

“Hey darling, you almost ready?” James asks as he ducks into the room, hanging off the doorframe. “Yeah, just trying to get these stupid boots on,” Regulus tells him.  The boots in question are black leather platforms with a solid heel and laces that go all the way up to Regulus’ thighs.  Regulus looks so damn good in them that they make James’ mouth water when he’s not even wearing them. “Let me help,” he says, then drops to his knees in front of Regulus before he can protest. And sure, it takes twice as long as it would have for James to help him with the boots, because he has to kiss his way up each of Regulus’ legs as he tightens the laces, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

133 words!

[theicarusconstellation]

hi astra!! can i request a drabble for number 93, please? i don't mind if it is either jegulus or lilycissa 🫶

bella!! sorry this took so long lmao but here you go!!

prompt: “I tried, but I just can’t stay away from you anymore” // jegulus and background lilycissa // sfw // words: 1,286

They know much they risk by doing this. They know that putting themselves in this situation can ruin their lives more than they already have on their own. Lily has enough to worry about with Petunia’s upcoming wedding, a wedding which she had been promptly uninvited to after Petunia saw her in her bridesmaid’s dress and thought she looked prettier than her. Regulus has…a cult. Well, he has the broken remains of a former cult that has sent many lives into spirals, and it is now his responsibility to clean up the mess.

A mess Lily could end up wrapped up in if they continue on this path.

Still, this does not deter them.

“She usually stops by Honeydukes to pick up something for Draco at this hour,” Regulus says to Lily under his breath as they walk along the roads of Hogsmeade. His boots clunk against the cobbled streets, alerting anyone in their vicinity that they should hurry away now or risk losing an eye.

“Draco,” Lily whispers, the name wistful upon her lips. “He must be about three now.”

“He is.” Regulus nods his head in confirmation. Merlin, the last time Lily saw Draco was when he was just born, when Narcissa called her at an unholy hour and shattered her world.

“We can’t see one another anymore. I have a child now, Lily. I — we can’t do this.”

Regulus did not experience this firsthand, but he witnessed it through a Pensieve as Lily, too distraught to speak, dragged him through her memory of the endeavor.

Two days later, Regulus made a very similar phone call to one James Potter.

“We can’t see one another anymore. What I’m doing is dangerous, James. I — we can’t do this.”

But now, three years later, thanks to the work of Regulus and Lily, Voldemort is dead. Lucius Malfoy is in Azkaban. The world is safe again, and all is well.

Mostly.

Nearly.

Not at all.

There is still a gaping wound where Regulus’ heart used to be, a constriction where he used to be able to breathe. He still catches Lily crying and staring at old photographs, though she hides them as soon as she feels his eyes on her.

“Can you at least tell me what you’re doing that’s so dangerous? Can you give me that?”

“I…can’t.”

“You can’t, or you won’t?”

Regulus freezes in his tracks as the memory of The Phone Call comes racing back. Now is not the time to relive the worst decision of his life, yet his mind has apparently decided that the setting is perfect. He leans into Lily’s hand on his shoulder, trying to utilize the Muggle grounding techniques she taught him, but the closer they draw to Zonko’s and Honeydukes, the larger the pit of dread in his stomach grows.

“He misses you, Regulus,” Lily says gently. “He hasn’t been the same. Three years, and he hasn’t been the same. He hasn’t…if anyone so much as looks at him like they want to flirt with him, he snaps at them that he’s taken and proceeds to cry over you in the nearest bathroom.”

It’s the same words she’s told him twenty times before, but this time, they actually stick. Not because he believes them — Regulus thinks they’re pure bullshit. There is no way James Potter doesn’t have a family of four by now. If anyone could conjure up a family of four in the span of three years, it would be him. However, he knows that feeling. He knows the shame that comes with getting a suggestive glance from a stranger long after their relationship had supposedly “ended.” It gnaws at him until he’s keeled over a toilet bowl, vomiting up his guilt and grief.

“He’ll be leaving Zonko’s any minute,” Lily nudges, slightly more urgent now. In response to her words, Regulus strangles the sash of his satchel and draws his breath in a shaky inhale.

“I’m not ready for this.”

“Yes you are.”

She says it with such firmness that it’s startling.

“Go see him, Regulus. Go see James.”

Regulus shakes his head, then nods, then breaks through the ice around his joints and forces his legs to move.

He retains no memory of the walk to the joke shop. One moment, he is with Lily, the next, his neck is snapping up at the sound of the Zonko’s door bell, effectively announcing his presence to the entire shop.

Up at the checkout counter, a bag of Galleons slips out of a familiar hand and falls to the ground.

Regulus’ eyes follow the sound of tinkling coins against the wooden floorboards. They travel up to meet hazel irises behind circular glasses that he has dreamt of endlessly since The Phone Call three years ago.

Those eyes. Those tender eyes, so free of any resentment, so ready to hold him once again.

James’ eyes.

The cashier is saying something the other man doesn’t seem to register; Regulus doesn’t hear it either, not with the static in his ears that threatens to overtake his vision as well.

James — his James, his one and only James, the James he has missed every night for 1095 days — leaves the counter behind and steps toward him. Regulus backs up, not to get away but to lead them outside, and stumbles into the snow.

The door closes behind James, and the noise makes the both of them jump. The air around them is fragile, suspended, able to shatter at any moment.

“I tried,” Regulus croaks out. James waits, always so, so patient, for him to continue. “I tried so fucking hard, but I just can’t stay away from you anymore.”

James laughs, a great, big grin breaking out on his face, and it is the most beautiful sound Regulus has ever heard.

“Thank fuck,” the man whispers, his smile only continuing to grow. “I don’t know if I could have waited much longer before…before I chased after you myself.”

Regulus’ eyes widen, and he tentatively shuffles forward into James’ space.

“Waited?” His breath passes his parted lips in a cloud of cold.

“What, you think I didn’t wait for you? You think I didn’t spend every day hoping I’d get a phone call telling me you were finally ready? Regulus, I have never stopped waiting for you. Not for a moment,” James vows, closing the space between them to cup Regulus’ cheeks between his palms. As soon as they make contact, Regulus releases something between a whine and a whimper and replays James’ words over and over in his head.

He waited. Three years, 1095 days, and James waited for every single one of them.

Regulus closes his eyes and breathes deep, willing himself to bring what he wants to say to the surface. This moment is everything he has wished for, everything he has fantasized about, so perfect that it feels unreal. He cannot fuck it up; he has to get it right.

“You asked me that night if I could tell you what I had to do, and I said I couldn’t. When I said that, I meant it, but now…James, I can tell you everything, and I want to…if you’ll let me.” Good. This is good. This sounds good. Doesn’t it?

“I’ll let you,” James mumbles. His hand moves, and Regulus nearly loses his footing when James’ gentle fingers tuck his curls behind his ear. “Fuck, baby, I’ve missed you.” This last sentence is more of a groan, one that sends warmth rushing down Regulus’ spine.

Regulus can think of nothing in response other than to fall forward against James’ chest and wrap his arms around him, finally allowing himself to feel warmth.

Finally allowing himself to come home.

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After Sirius was disowned, James took a sort of protective look over Regulus, knowing how much Sirius cared about his little brother. He also knew Regulus needed someone to look up to, and so they had a sort of ‘lean on me’ relationship going on.

James would be there for Regulus, and in turn, Regulus would at least be a shoulder to lean on for James when James was feeling especially upset or a voice of reason when James was irrationally angry.

Things went like this for almost a year and it couldn’t have been better for either of them…

Until Regulus found himself falling for James.

It came out of nowhere.

James got a girlfriend. Lily Evans. Gryffindor’s princess.

James deserved nothing less. Yet Regulus selfishly wished James would look at him the way he looked at Lily. Wished he would talk about him the way he talked about Lily Evans. The way his eyes lit up when she’d walk by them in the library or the way he’d talk about her with such admiration. The way he loved her…

But he accepted it.

He accepted that James would never be his, and he buried those feeling inside.

They just weren’t meant to be.

. . .

“What do you mean you love me?!”

Regulus hadn’t anticipated this reaction. He’d never meant to let it slip. He hadn’t considered that James was probably listening. How could he be so stupid?!

He hadn’t expected James to drag him off into a deserted corridor, and of all the things James could have done in an empty corridor, yelling at him angrily wasn’t at the top of Regulus’s list of guesses,

Regulus’s silence seemed to fuel James’s frustration and anger, “Did you mean it?!”

Regulus shrugged, “Yeah, I meant it,” He muttered.

“Were you ever gonna tell me?!”

Regulus was getting annoyed. What was he going on about?!

“What the hell, Regulus?” James’s words hit him like a blow. But he’d expected this, he’d expect James to be angry. He had a fucking girlfriend after all, “Why wouldn’t you tell me?!”

Regulus’s annoyance was replaced by dry incredulity, “Yeah, sure, that’s the part you ought to be mad about.”

James’s anger was replaced with confusion, “What else would I be mad about?”

“Oh, I don’t know, the fact that I’m gay for you to begin with?!”

James look caught off guard, “I—You really thought I’d be angry with you about that?”

Regulus shrugged. He didn’t know what to think anymore, “I’m not exactly supposed to be in love with my brother’s best mate…”

“Yeah, well I wouldn’t exactly say that,” James pushed his glasses up, a sign Regulus recognized James did when he was nervous.

Regulus’s heart beat rapidly, “Potter…?”

“I just…I can’t say I’ve never…Thought about it.”

[murderoushagthesequel]

Owned

from @jegulus-microfic's prompt, scars (82 words)

i literally just write this because SOMEBODY (cough cough @where-is-vivian and @canyouhearmyfear didn't remind me to write it earlier) anyway in case you missed it i've been traveling to italy and my brain is so fucked rn so um. here's this ig CW for implied nsfw

Regulus runs his fingers up and down, over the red scars on James' back. He traces each one carefully, individually, meticulously. Each time he does, he thinks about how it was left there.

He did that. He left these red marks in James' back, clawing at him desperately, blissfully.

Each night the marks are left again, stronger, redder. But James never minds. He says they're just evidence that he is owned by Regulus alone. And oh, how that drives him even crazier.