#jegulus fanfiction

[my-castles-crumbling]

year - @jegulus-microfic - word count: 175

"I give them a year."

It had been an offhanded comment. Something meant to get under his skin. Normally he could ignore them. But this one...it hurt. It kept echoing in Regulus's brain and repeating as he tried to focus.

It only took James ten minutes to figure out he wasn't right.

"What's wrong, love?" James asked him as they worked side-by-side in the library, their elbows touching and their books spread out on the same table.

"I...I'm just thinking about what Snape said," Regulus mumbled, looking down. But he didn't miss the flash of anger in James's eyes. "Just...do you ever think...that we're too different? That we're doomed, or something?"

But a gentle finger applied pressure to his chin, guiding his face up so his gray eyes met the most beautiful hazel, and he found himself releasing the tension he didn't realize he was holding as he melted under James's fierce gaze.

"Regulus...we're not doomed," James murmured, so sure and genuine the Regulus shivered with it. "Love...we're inevitable."

[ecstarry]

@jegulus-microfic / voice / 355 words

“He doesn’t have the right voice,” Regulus stated firmly. 

Barty bursted out laughing along with Evan, “What does that even mean?” 

They had spent all night trying to figure which Hogwarts bachelor would be Regulus’ best match. They started by house and went through the list of every student from sixth and seventh year. Even the most handsome and brilliant students apparently were not good enough for Regulus. 

There was always something. Too short, too tall, too dumb, too full of himself, too anything.

“At this rate the only other boys we haven’t gone through is your brother, and I’m guessing that’s another Black tradition you are no longer following. Then we have Lupin, but you don’t seem like the ‘stealing your brother’s boyfriend type’, and of course there’s Pettigrew which you never have the patience for. And finally-” Barty paused and his eyes widened. He slowly approached Regulus, who was trying his hardest to conceal the flush creeping through his cheeks. 

“Well, all that’s left is Potter. But I never thought you to be the ‘falling for my brother’s best friend’ type either,” Barty remarked, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

Regulus couldn’t help it; a small smile appeared at the corner of his face at the mention of James’ name. He was perfect. James had just the right height, and he was brilliant but not arrogant about it, he was funny and attentive and truly perfect. And his voice – Regulus loved it almost as much as he loved his smile.

He was so obviously and pathetically in love with him that his little reaction was enough for his friends to know just how enamored he was.

“I can’t believe this! Regulus Black, member of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, practically the prince of Slytherin, is in love with the golden boy from Gryffindor?” Barty teased loudly.

“I am not!” Regulus retorted, though his tone was anything but convincing.

“Tell that to your face,” Evan quipped, earning a playful glare from Regulus.

“Fuck off,” Regulus rolled his eyes, but a bright smile peeked through—one that only James Potter could provoke.

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[sweetmoonlight7]

19. Class

@jegulus-microfic | April 19: class | word count: 243

There were a few things that Regulus loved to do on his off time.

He didn’t have much time off, usually between classes and quidditch.

So after exams and quidditch matches, it was nice to finally have time where he could do nothing.

There was, of course, a decision on what he could do with this time. He could stay in his dorm, read or draw, go out with his friends…

Eventually, he came to the decision that he wanted to do something for him and James. Between everything they have had to do the last couple of weeks, they have barely had any time for each other.

So that’s why he was here with James in the forbidden forest.

It was one of their favorite type of dates. A picnic outside of school, quiet, secluded. It was perfect.

Watching the sun go down, how the light hit James face… It was something he would never get tired of.

There was this feeling in his chest. It made it hard to breathe, to think, to do anything.

In their entire time being together (probably even before getting together), Regulus had always known that he loved James.

That James would be the only person he felt like this for.

In moments like this, the feeling choked him, but there was a certain amount of relief that came with it. The knowledge that James felt the same way about it was so precious to him.

[girlofhoneyandglass]

Guys would you be interested in a murder husbands jegulus fanfiction with a LOT of gore, a lot of anatomical errors and impossible things and some very kinky sex?

because I'm in the middle of writing oneeee!

(I'd have two chapters uploaded by sunday)

[c0mbatchameleon]

Hiii how y’all doing just here to drop a random snippet

The midnight lighting sweeps over James’ skin, casting soft shadows. Specks of glitter along his eyelids—no doubt Dorcas’ doing, damn her—twinkle like individual stars. A night sky painted over this sculpture of a face, of a boy. Eyes crinkled in laughter, cheeks blossoming.

The music is muffled, as if they really are underwater, at the bottom of some sea, and Regulus is swimming in it. The beat pierces through the waves, resonating in the floor beneath him and straight through to his chest. Or maybe that’s just his heartbeat. Or James’. Maybe the room is just one big heartbeat.

Regulus is so lost in it all he doesn’t notice when neither of them are laughing anymore.

James’ eyes, gold and glittering, sweep over Regulus’ face in interest. “Who did your makeup?”

His mouth feels dry as he replies, “Pandora.”

James raises a hand gently and hesitantly, holds his fingers out by the younger boy’s face, like the iridescent lines sloped across it have some sort of pull. “Can I?”

Regulus holds his breath. And nods.

He watches the pure wonder strewn across James’ expression as he softly traces the lines—beneath his eyes, across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, above his eyebrows and then below. It’s a ghost of a touch and it’s leaving trails of white-hot flame. Regulus keeps himself as still as possible, breaths shallow, like the slightest movement might scare him and his touch away.

“So pretty,” James murmurs, so softly it’s not clear if he knows he said it out loud.

“Uh- yeah,” Regulus stutters, “she’s good at makeup.”

The tracing continues dangerously close to Regulus’ lips as James speaks in almost a whisper. “Oh. Yeah, the makeup too.”

[lulublack90]

Prompt 18 - Sock

@jegulus-microfic April 18, Word count 971

Previous part First part

“Well, darling, he sounds lovely.” Effie beamed at her son as they tucked into their meal. Monty had his mouth full. So he nodded in agreement. 

“You’ll have to see if he wants to join us for dinner before we leave. Invite his brother as well. We don’t want to leave him out.” Monty told James between mouthfuls. James couldn’t keep the happy grin off his face. 

“Okay, I’ll invite them.” He said as he stabbed a roast potato and popped it into his mouth.

They sat quietly as they finished off their meals. Effie ordered coffee for everyone, and they chatted about their day. 

“Mum, Dad. Would it be alright if I went back up to see Regulus for a bit before bed?” James asked, hoping his parents wouldn’t be annoyed with him for not spending enough time with them. 

“James, dear. You’re a grown man. You don’t need to ask us permission. If you want to go see him, go.” Effie chuckled and leaned over to muss up his hair. He felt himself reddening. 

“I know that, Mum. I just wanted to check.”

“I’m sure your mother and I can entertain ourselves.” Monty winked at him. 

“Eww, gross, Dad.” James pulled a face, jumped up from his chair, and kissed his parents on their cheeks before darting out of the restaurant and heading towards the lifts. 

The lift doors pinged open, and James was shocked by what he saw. 

Sirius was sitting on a man, pinning his arms behind his back. The man screamed bloody murder at Sirius as he tried to buck him off.

“Ah, James, just the person I wanted to see. Could you help me with this sack of rubbish, please? He’s outstayed his welcome.” Sirius said nonchalantly as if what he was doing was perfectly normal.

“Er, yeah, sure. Who is he?” James asked, still trying to get his head around the situation. 

“This delightful cockroach is Bartemius Crouch Junior. Reggie’s ex.” Sirius clarified. James’s eyes widened as everything clicked together. 

James helped haul Barty to his feet and dragged him to the front desk. He watched as Sirius put on an extremely dazzling smile and charmed the front desk clerk. “This man got into mine and my brother’s room just now. We didn’t invite him.” The clerk gasped in horror and picked up her phone.

“I am incredibly sorry, Mr Black. Please accept my apologies on behalf of the hotel.” She paused to speak into the phone. “Yes, security to the front desk, please.” She turned her attention back to Sirius and James. “I will personally ensure this man never sets foot in our hotel again. Can I send a gift basket to your room as an apology?” 

“I’ve never said no to a gift basket,” Sirius leaned his elbow on the desk and rested his head in his hand, still grinning at the blushing clerk. 

Two identical burly red-haired men appeared out of a side door. 

“Ah, Fabian, Gideon. Please would you escort this young man off the premises and spread it around that he is banned and not to let him in. 

“Our pleasure, Molly.” One of the twins affirmed and grabbed James by the arm. “Come on, sunshine, time to go.”

“Gid, Gid! Not that one, that one!” She pointed at Barty. 

“Oops, sorry,” Gideon immediately let go of James’s arm and took ahold of Barty. He and his brother disappeared out of the lobby. 

“You coming up?” Sirius asked James, completely unaffected by everything that had just happened. 

“Yeah, sure.” James nodded. He waved goodbye to Molly and followed Sirius back to the lifts. 

When they got back to their room, Sirius clapped his hands together.

“Well, that’s that taken care of. He won’t be back.” He proclaimed. James noticed Dr Lupin sitting beside Regulus with a glass of whisky in his hand but thought nothing of it. It had been a weird day. 

“Sirius, come look at this on Reg’s phone,” Remus said, making room for Sirius to sit down. 

“That dirty, rotten little,” Sirius glared at the device. He took a few screenshots and started tapping the screen. 

“What is it?” James asked Regulus. Regulus jumped. He hadn’t realised James had come in with Sirius. 

“Erm, Barty was tracking my phone. That’s how he knew where we were.” Regulus explained, coming over to where James stood. 

“Shit,” James exclaimed and wrapped Regulus protectively into his arms. “I’m glad you’re safe.” 

“Thanks,” Regulus replied, his voice a bit thick. “James? Why are you only wearing one sock?” James pulled away from Regulus and looked down at his feet, confused. He’d slipped his shoes off when he walked through the door and had one bare foot. 

“I swear I put both on.” He checked his shoes, but there was no sock. 

“Check under the other sock,” Sirius called from the sofa, where he was still going through Regulus’s phone. He now had Remus’s arm around his shoulders. James blinked, bent down and pulled his sock away from his leg. Underneath it was another sock. 

“Oh my god!” He shook his head, pulled the extra sock off his foot and put it on the correct one. “How did you know it was there?” He asked Sirius. 

“Been there, done that,” Sirius snorted. “Nearly finished with your phone, Reggie. Then you two can go canoodle to your heart’s content.”

“Sirius, why?!” Regulus groaned at his brother’s words. 

“What? I like this one. He’s 100% better than the last one. There, I’m done. I’ve gone through everything I can think of, and he shouldn’t be able to get in again. You might want to change your password, though, just in case.” Sirius tossed the phone at Regulus. Regulus caught it and pulled James into his bedroom to the sounds of his brother’s guffaws.   

Next part

[lord-save-me]

No because this is so real.

My father literally awes at spiders

[orchideous-nox]

It's been a few months since I last wrote a Jegulus one-shot so I guess it's time I write another

[bleeding-hart]

for my jegulus fic I'm probably not gonna make reg have his autism mentioned but like he is going to have autism. I doubt this will be on purpose but given that I have AuDHD it just sort of happens to my characters. James has some sort of adhd I think, same with Sirius. I think Remus has audhd, but presents more noticeably with the autism. None of this will be mentioned its just my headcanons and the explanation for why all my characters are gonna seem neurodivergent

[alpha-canis-major]

James:*accidentally walking into Regulus* Oh hey Reg, how are you?

Regulus:*scowling* watch where you're going Potter

Later

James: I just don't think he likes me Moons, and I don't know what to do with myself because I like him so so so much

Remus: It'll be alright Prongs, and maybe it's better this way so Sirius doesn't kill you

James: Yeah, maybe

Meanwhile

Regulus: I just like him so much

Evan: We know

Regulus: Every single thought I have is about him

Barty: Yes, we know

Regulus: I wish he would just slam me against the wall and have his way with me

Dorcas: Regulus you say this every single day we are aware

Regulus: He's just so ARRRGGGAAARRGGGG and I want to EAT him I need this man biblically he makes me feral

[siriustar8]

Headache - @jegulus-microfic - 235 words

Regulus had the worst migraines ever.

Whenever he as much as passed by a crowd of loud gryffindors, walked the grounds when it's sunny, or played a long match of quidditch, he always ended up with his head pounding and eyes watering, unable to move or speak. He would need complete silence, as little light as possible, and a long nap. 

When he started dating James, extroverted cheery bubbly James, he thought he would need to keep his distance whenever his temples started to hurt. 

But to his surprise, the moment he mentionned having a headache in the middle of the Halloween party, James dropped everything and pulled him gently towards his dorm room.

He closed the curtains, fluffed up the pillows, and pushed Regulus softly on the bed before tucking him in. 

"Would you like me to stay with you, or do you prefer being alone?"

"James, it's fine. You can go back to your party. I'll just sleep it off."

The frown on James' face was too adorable, when he responded: 

"Baby, that's not what I asked you."

Regulus couldn't deny that the mere thought of his head on James' chest already made the tension in his head lighter, so he pulled his boyfriend by the sleeve and settled next to him, content despite the pain.

Honestly, Regulus should've known that James would be considerate and lovely. It was James after all.

[my-castles-crumbling]

sock - @jegulus-microfic - word count: 176

"James. Drop the act." Sirius's voice cut through James's concentration as he stared resolutely at his book, trying to fight the blush on his neck.

"What act?" he asked, trying to school his voice into innocence. "Just studying, Pads."

"Studying?" Sirius asked, looking like he didn't believe a word he said. "And you were studying...two minutes ago? Before I came in?"

"Yeah!" James nodded emphatically. "Of course! Lots to do, we have NEWTs soon, you know! Got to be prepared, right?"

"Yeah?" Sirius asked, rolling his eyes. They both knew that studying was the last thing either of them were doing. "Then why is there a foot poking out from under your bed?"

The very air around them froze, and James moved, inch-by-inch, to look down. And there, sticking out from under his bed, was Regulus's sock-clad foot.

"Fuck," James whispered.

Sirius rolled his eyes and raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I...need you to help me hide a body?" James suggested hopefully, ignoring the snort coming from under his bed.

[darkcademiasss]

I need a fic where Regulus roams around hogwarts as a black cat and james always feeds him and cuddles with him and he doesnt realise its regulus till the end.

[sweetmoonlight7]

20. Green

@jegulus-microfic | April 20: green | word count: 176

James' favorite color had always been red.

Like his team. Like her hair.

It was a bold and flashy color.

To him it signified strength, bravery, fearlessness

He could explain to anyone who asked why and how it was his favorite color.

What he couldn’t explain was when it stopped being his favorite color. How his heart stopped beating out of his chest when he would see it in the hallway.

How it was replaced with Green everywhere.

In the tie he hid in his room. Afraid that his best friend would see it.

Green was…

Well it was forbidden.

Some would call it cowardly, hatful, rude.

At some point he would have called it that too. Would have gone on and on about why it was the worst.

But in his head the association with green stopped being bad.

Instead he would remember picnics, matches, stolen glances and touches.

When he saw it in the hall combined with neat short waves and piercing eyes he couldn’t help the little sigh that escaped from his lips.

[ecstarry]

Fic: Home

When Regulus first mentioned he was moving out of Sirius and Remus’ place, his brother insisted it wasn't necessary. But today, on his last day, Sirius couldn't hide his excitement about living alone with his boyfriend. Regulus was genuinely happy for them, though what bothered him most was leaving their cozy flat behind and getting used to a new living arrangement.

Moving out meant finding a new place and a new roommate. Regulus had enough money to live solo, but the thought of loneliness irked him more than anything. Sirius knew this, which is why an hour after Regulus announced his departure, he received a text from James Potter.

[Jamie] Come live with me

Regulus smirked at his phone. James had saved his contact with that nickname, hoping Regulus would feel guilty about being mean to him. He didn’t, but that didn't mean he wasn't growing fond of James.

[Regulus] Where are your manners, Potter? Shouldn’t you at least ask me out first?

[Jamie] You’re such a princess. I have a spare room and you need a place to live.

[Regulus] So you’re my knight in shining armor coming to my rescue then?

[Jamie] I mean, I do have the looks for it.

[Jamie] Just take the offer.

[Jamie] Don’t even try to say you don’t like my flat when I know for a FACT that you do.

[Regulus] Fine. You sure?

[Jamie] Positive, princess.

AAAAH IM SO EXCITED

Read the complete work here

Snippet of the fic based on the concept that @noasmirrorball shared

[lulublack90]

Prompt 19 - Class

@jegulus-microfic April 19, Word count 847

Previous part First part

Regulus dropped James’s hand as soon as the door was closed. He stood there awkwardly, not sure what to do with himself. James had just hugged him. Actually hugged him, and not because his ankle was buggered. 

“Sorry you had to deal with all that,” He gestured widely, trying to encompass the whole situation. He stared at the carpet, not able to meet James’s eyes. What if he’d had enough of his shenanigans and spent the rest of his holiday doing what he came here to do?

“No problem,” James replied, grinning from ear to ear. “I nearly mistakenly got thrown out of the hotel by this huge ginger guy. I’ve never been thrown out of anywhere it was class!” James grabbed Regulus’s hand again and gently dragged him to the bed so he could sit down. 

Regulus made himself comfortable, only now realising he hadn’t eaten dinner as his stomach gave a loud, angry rumble.

“Have you not eaten?” James said aghast. 

“No. I haven’t had time to, what with everything going on.” He could feel his cheeks heating and knew they’d be burning red. James opened the bedside table and threw the menu at him.

“Order something.” He said before jumping on the bed and stealing the remote. 

Regulus scanned the list of rich French cuisine the hotel offered as room service, and a wave of nausea flooded his body. 

“I really want a burger or something like that. But I they don’t have anything like that.” He said, putting the menu aside. He’d wait until he could order breakfast. 

“Yes, hi, I’m in room 212. Yes, that’s right, Mr Black. Well, the thing is, he really wants a burger and chips… You will! Oh, Molly, you absolute angel… No, no, I had food with my parents, though I wouldn’t say no to some popcorn to go with the film… Perfect, thank you so much… Yes, I’m sure we will, you too. Bye now.” James hung up the phone before Regulus could protest. “Twenty minutes,” He told Regulus as he flicked down the menu on the TV.

Regulus stared at James as he continued to click the remote. No one apart from Sirius had cared about his wants like that, and James didn’t even expect anything in return, only to watch a film with him. Regulus was suddenly overcome with emotion and, without thinking, moved forward to wrap his arms around James and bury his head in the other man’s back. 

“Thank you,” He whispered into the thick muscle. James shuffled, and Regulus unexpectedly found himself cradled in James’s lap. He blinked rapidly, his brain trying to figure out what had just happened. 

“What about Stardust? I love that film.” James’s deep voice vibrated from his chest into Regulus’s. Regulus’s mouth went dry. Unable to speak, he nodded. James grinned at him, clicked play on Claire Danes’s face and wriggled them back until his back rested against the headboard. 

They were so absorbed in their quiet bubble that they didn’t hear the knock at the suite door or the gentle tap at the bedroom door. They did, however, notice when Sirius opened the door so forcefully it banged off the wall. 

“Aww, don’t you two look cosy?” Regulus tried to slide off James’s lap, but James wrapped a gentle hand around his waist, giving him the option to move if he wanted. But signalling that he didn’t mind if he stayed. Regulus stayed.“Your food is here,” Sirius smirked at them as he carried a tray over and placed it on the bedside table. “Bon appétit!” Sirius exclaimed with a flourish and an exaggerated bow before he left them to it. Just before he completely left the room, he tilted his head back in. “Oh, just so you know, Remus is staying over tonight. Not that you were going to, but probably don’t come into my room. I don’t want to scar you for life.” He winked, and he was gone. 

James’s laugh bounced Regulus against his chest, and with one arm still wrapped around him, James spun to grab the food. 

Regulus’s mouth watered at the sight of his dinner. It was exactly what he wanted. He bit into it and groaned.  Before he could even finish the food in his mouth, he had to swat James’s hand away from his plate when he caught him trying to steal his chips. 

“Mine!” He mumbled around his mouthful of food, narrowing his eyes.

“Oh, go on just one. Please.” James pleaded. Regulus rolled his eyes and picked up a chip for James to take. But instead of taking it with his free hand, James leant forward and snagged it between his teeth, chuckling as he chomped it into his mouth. “Thanks, love.” He said as he grabbed the bowl of popcorn off the tray. 

They spent the rest of the film steadily making their way through the popcorn, falling asleep in each other’s arms halfway through Labyrinth, which on a normal day Regulus would have found unacceptable behaviour. But it hadn’t been a normal day.