#older jegulus

[sommerregenjuniluft]

old dogs this, dilf wolfstar that—

JEGULUS would be the type of old husbands that go Traveling.,, like just spend half of their fucking fortune (the other half is spent on their kid(s) & grandkids) on seeing the world. competitively trying to surf for the first time at age 35 (it goes as expected, which is not at all), going on an exotic dance cruise ship where they learn tango and what not at age 45. at 55 Regulus insists they need to do hiking in iceland before they get too old for the incessant chill being a threat to their creaky joints, followed by a decade long obsession with asia in their sexties. they venture into the US for a bit, and Regulus complains all the time and James drags him around to different states and cities but ultimately also ends up hating on it, so they’re around 70 and fuck off back to Europe. They visit London all the time of course, their family. Bearing souvenirs and gifts and staying for weeks at a time before James starts getting too blunt and honest & Regulus starts being too prickly and suddenly they’re finding themselves with one way plane tickets to Argentina in a taxi Harry payed for them<33 safari tours in africa in their 80s!! they can’t see shit anymore, Regulus is deaf on one ear and James is almost legally blind but they have binoculars and the audacity!!!!!

[weirdtinkerbellversion]

Dec 18. Prompt: Message. Word count: 365 @jegulus-microfic

Regulus’ beach house rental was a dream come true after the last few months he’s had. Between the added workload at his new job and the stress-fighting with his brother, he needed a few days of quiet by the beach. He’d always enjoyed walking on the beach and finding interesting seashells but today, he found a dirty green bottle. He disregarded it but, as he was walking away, the sun’s reflection revealed a paper roll inside. A message, just like in the movies when he was little.

He unfurled the roll and read:

Hello, my name is James. I am 10 years old. My family just moved here for the summer. We’re in the house with the red shutters at the end of the bay. Fishing with dad is fun and mom is teaching me how to cook the fish we catch, but I don’t have friends to play with here. So I’m sending a message in a bottle like in the movies, so if you find it, you can come find me and we can be friends.

From the looks of the paper, it had been in the water at least a couple decades, so Regulus thought nothing of it except that he understood the little boy’s loneliness. Yet he found his legs taking him towards the house at the end of the bay with the red shutters anyway. He knocks, and the most beautiful man he’s ever seen opens up, smiling brightly at him despite not knowing him. His voice is even dreamier, Regulus thinks, when the man says Hello and asks if he could help him.

“Um, yeah, hi. I’m sorry, this is weird, I don’t even know why I came here. I found a bottle with a letter inside it from a kid who used to live here and I guess I just got curious.”

“Wait, what’s the boy’s name?” and Regulus could see a little sparkle of hope in the man’s eyes. “James. He said he was looking for a friend.”

“So you want to be my friend?” and his smile has turned into a big grin. He holds his hand out to Regulus. “Hi, I’m James. And you are?”

[resident-gay-bitch]

“oh, look, you were still a filthy little shit as a child too, my love.” remus said with a doting smile, holding up a picture frame with an image of sirius and regulus as small children. in it, regulus looked like the perfect angel child, and sirius was picking his nose.

“you are so good to me, moony.” sirius glanced at him, “such a kind soul.”

“i do try.” remus grinned and set the picture down.

they were cleaning out the bedrooms in the old black estate so there would be beds for the weasleys, and harry, and the granger girl, and whoever else needed shelter here. it was the first time since azkaban that sirius had been able to step foot in regulus’s room. its the first time he’s stepped foot in it since he left for the potters whilst still in school.

that seemed like a lifetime and a half ago now.

“how are you feeling with all this, padfoot?” remus asked, tossing more junk into the box he had under his arm.

“alright, considering…” he shrugged, because he really was doing the best he could. it was hard, being in here, still grieving the loss of his brother. never getting the closure he needed. he still grieved for everyone, even remus, “the abnormally romantically desperate poetry is keeping me sane- you know, if regulus was here right now, he’d actually cut off my hand and gouge out my eyes for reading his journals.”

remus laughed.

sirius held up one of the journals, an old one, “i remember when we were boys, regulus had just started to write and he’d left his page open on his desk and i… i started to read, and he stabbed my hand with his pen.”

remus just looked at him.

“you can laugh, you know? it’s funny.”

remus tried his best not to laugh.

“he was an aggressive little creiten.” sirius said with a smile, “you know, i’m wishing more than anything that he just… pop up out of thin air and stab me with his pen again for reading all these.”

remus let a little laugh out at that.

“i shouldn’t snoop, i know i shouldn’t, but…” he sighed and slapped the book down into the box he had beside him, “it’s all i have left of him, and so, i think it might be the closure i need.”

“i’m sure he’ll understand, sirius.” remus offered and then pondered the thought for a moment, “he might still have a violent outburst about it, but he’d understand.”

sirius laughed and nodded his head, “you’re right, moony. why must you always be right?”

remus tapped his noggin, “old and wise.”

“old, perhaps.” siris muttered under his breath, and remus threw an old little velvet box at him in retaliation.

sirius laughed before opening it, inspecting the insides. there lay a ring, one with regulus’s initials. sirius had a matching one, all the blacks did. a signet ring gifted to them before departing on the hogwarts express. an expectation to make the family name proud and grow into a fine young man with poise and prejudice.

fuck that.

sirius wore his ring for a total of seven hours before he’d removed it after getting sorted into gryffindor and got that horrid letter from his mother. he’d thrown it into the black lake the day he found out regulus had become like them, when his skin had been marked and his fate was sealed.

if only he knew, back then, that regulus wasn’t like them after all. that he just wanted to be seen, the same as sirius did.

sirius slid the ring onto his finger and hoped that wearing it would be enough.

he sighed and reached under the bed for another box. this one was smaller, a chest of sorts. he opened it to find a collection of letters.

sirius opened the one on top, it had the most wear and tear, and he smiled when he read the first line.

“oh, remus… have a look at this.” sirius laughed, holding up the letter, “regulus has love letters.”

“absolutely he did not.” remus shook his head.

“a whole box of them.” sirius nodded and held the paper back out to read again, “look, it says, dear regulus, my love.”

“who’s it from?” remus asked, leaning up against the counter.

“i’m not sure,” he shrugged, “it’s signed from his sun.”

remus squinted, “we’ll go on, read it out.”

“sorry, brother.” sirius said and cleared his throat, “dear regulus, my love, i hope this letter finds you well. i can’t bear to be without you. this summer break has been most painful, i miss you dearly. as you told me before we parted ways, you will look to the sun to find me, but i’ve noticed the sun has hidden away these past few days, so i am writing to you so you may find me like this instead. i still look to the sky every night and blow a kiss to your star. i think of you as i lay awake at night. i dream of you when sleep finally takes me, but it always comes easier with you in my arms- oh, remus. whoever this sun is, they’re a bloody sap.”

remus laughed, “yes, almost as sappy as you, sirius.” he smiled, “reminds me of james, a bit… he was such a romantic with lily.”

“don’t remind me.” sirius glared at him, “i had to hear every musing of that love fest.”

“i think i’ve heard enough, have you?” remus sighed, “you don’t want to invade their privacy any longer.”

“oh, but he was in love, moony.” sirius sighed, “there is no name! and i’ll only read this one.”

“i really don’t think you should-“

“sometimes, when i miss you so much it hurts my heart, i hold my hands up to block out your brothers face and pretend his smile is yours. it’s not quite the same, but it’s close enough. i find you everywhere, reg- wait, oh, they- they blocked out my smile?” sirius glanced up.

remus swallowed, “you should really put that down, sirius.”

“you know something.” sirius glared at him.

“i don’t.” remus pressed, averting his eyes.

“you do. you are a terrible liar!” he gasped, “you can’t lie to me, moony- what do you know?”

“it’s none of your business, sirius.” remus huffed, “your brothers' relationships are no matter to you.”

“but he was in love!” sirius pressed, “my little brother was in love, remus! he was in love with one of my- oh my goodness, is it you? did you write these-“

“oh, sirius, shut up.” remus sighed and glared at him, “your brother was a very handsome boy back in school, but i prefer long haired shit heads.”

sirius smiled with a little pout, “you are such a romantic, moony… and speaking of romantics-“

“sirius.” remus pressed.

“it’s torture not telling sirius about this, i tell him everything, but for you i’ll keep this safe. for you i would do anything, my love. i hope you don’t mind, but i may have told remus- you do know!” sirius gasped, “what do you know!”

“i made a vow to never tell you, sirius.” remus shook his head out, “i made a vow to the both of them, and even though he’s dead, i do not intend on breaking a vow with regulus black.”

sirius hummed, “you’re probably right to do that. he’s slimy. he’ll find a way to harm you for it.”

remus nodded.

sirius sighed and looked back at the letter, “i’m going to keep reading.”

“okay.” remus groaned, “but you can’t get mad.”

“why would i get mad?”

“you just would.” remus said.

“oh, it was lily.” sirius nodded, and the way that remus scrunched up his face told sirius that it certainly wasn’t lily, “peter? that… bastard-“

“not peter.” remus shook his head and got back to cleaning.

sirius sighed and read the letter again, “i just couldn’t keep this to myself anymore. he vowed to never tell a soul, and promised to make the same vow to you if you’d like. i have to tell someone about you, my love, about your letters. about your poetry. about your love. you are my everything, and i hold you so dear in my heart. i love you, regulus, more than all the stars in the galaxy. enjoy your solace, bask in it, i have to go listen to sirius talk about david bowie for another three hours, and then we’re going shopping with mum, so- wait!” sirius froze and read the last part out again, he could see remus tense up out of the corner of his eye, “shopping with mum, so pray for me. i’m kidding, i do love your brother very much. i hope we can tell him about this soon, i hope he will be happy for us. love, your sun. oh remus…”

“yes?” remus asked.

“it’s james… isn’t it?” he swallowed, “james was the one in love with my brother?”

“i can neither confirm nor deny.”

sirius dove back into the box of letters and kept searching until he found one with an address written on it, as well as a bedroom- james room. it was james. james had been writing his brother. james was in love with his brother. james was- “what the fuck?!” sirius shouted, waving the letters out and looking up to the sky, “you filthy, lying, brother-fucker! james- oh! i’ll- when i get up there, you’re dead! how could you lie for… for so long- oh, james… you- i’m so sorry.”

remus swallowed, “he wanted to tell you… after regulus died. he- he couldn’t bring himself to after he was marked, james felt completely betrayed. but… when he died, it hurt you so deeply, he didn’t want to risk angering you or hurting you more. and then after that, he just… he never found the time.”

sirius’s heart clenched for his best friend. he loved him. he loved his brother, and he braved the pain of losing him alone. he let sirius cry to him day in and day out about the pain and loss of regulus, and he was feeling the same. he was feeling it too. but he put on a brave face just so sirius wouldn’t hurt so much. so sirius had a stoic shoulder to cry on.

oh james.

you beautiful mess.

sirius prayed he had peace there, in the afterlife, wherever it may be. he hoped he had lily close by, and regulus too. he hoped james was happy again, and he’d be there soon. and the very first thing sirius plans to do when he meets his fate, is hold james just as tightly as james had held him all those years ago, and then he’d hold his brother the same.

sirius sighed and looked down at the letter in his hand, “we’re they… they were happy?”

“very.” remus nodded, “from what i know, james loved him very much.”

“oh, james.” sirius sniffled, holding back some tears, “my brother, why didn’t you tell me? you were- you were hurting just the same as i was- you- you let yourself go through all of that alone?”

“he wasn’t alone, sirius.”

sirius looked up at remus with a weak smile and nodded, “thank you, remus… for looking after us both.” 

remus walked over and crouched down in front of sirius, swept some of his hair back behind his ear, “is that not what love is for? caring for one another?”

“it is.” sirius clutched the letter to his chest and let out a tear, “i’m glad regulus had love, remus… before he died- both of them. they both deserve so much love.”

“and they have it.” remus whispered and kissed sirius between his brows, “as do you. i love you. they love you, even in death.”

“i miss them.” sirius sobbed, “oh, i miss them so much.”

“me too, my love.” remus let himself cry too, “me too.”

[risetherivermoon]

Part 5 - Sock's Fame Au

- Part 5: Tarty Crouch Jr

Part 4 <- -> Part 6

[impishtubist]

Okay but Regulus fucking his brother’s best friend is peak sibling rivalry, 10/10, he understood the assignment.

[haedoll]

whenever someone in this fandom goes “ugh u guys made that ship up” i love to go to the ship tags in ao3 and see the oldest fanfics because wdym there was someone writing about jegulus in 2009 and wdym there was someone thinking about bartylus in 2003 ???

[moondustinfj]

Jegulus is basicly loki x fandral but with even less canon content

[lilyofthevalleyys]

Dorcas: 29? That’s a bit old

Regulus: That’s not old. Old is more than 50 years

Dorcas: Are you implying you like older people?

Regulus: Well it’s not like you don’t

[messer3ghost]

Pandora: Im going to disown you

Evan: you can’t disown me! Why would you even do that!

Pandora with her head on lily’s lap: 'cause you are gay :/

Evan: excuse me w-what?!

Lily: you heard her Rosier

Regulus: you deserve it

Evan: I-

Sirius: there’s no point in arguing with them. They are the youngest siblings, just smile and nod

[northlt]

Before James, Regulus borrowed bravery from his big brother

[sommerregenjuniluft]

@jegulus-microfic december 4 - glimpse - 1044 words - cw: mentions of sex and weed

another feat. of jegulus granddads because they set up camp in my brain<3 emjoy

James talks in his sleep.

Regulus feels very, very bad.

They’re currently crowded in front of the living room door with their grandkids because—

Because they’re a bunch of useless, horrible adults that have gotten way too tipsy on mulled wine last evening over charades. Regulus was riding high on his win over Harry in Monopoly and so he might have had one or two or three sips too many. Or cups.

And so when they’d all bid their Goodnights and gotten ready for bed, pleasantly tipsy and airy-minded—distracted what with James nosing at the dark curls behind Regulus’ ear as he was brushing his teeth and then the press of him, a hard line against the seam between Regulus thigh and bum, when he’d bent Regulus over to spit out the toothpaste into the sink—well, there’s no pleasant way to say that they forgot to put the bloody presents under the tree.

And Regulus often doesn’t wake up anymore after all the years of sharing a bed with his husband but he remembers having woken up to James babbling about ‘The gifts, honey- wait, the gifts’ and Regulus in his barely state of consciousness had simply told him to shut it, pulled James head into the crook of his neck and forced him to fall asleep again, goddamnit.

The looks on their three, round, big eyed, little faces had just about nearly broken Regulus’ heart and that was before he’d seen Harry blanch and turn white as a sheet.

Luckily Regulus has married someone who’s good at improvising and so James had casually draped against the doorframe and told them that, “Ah, don’t worry, loves– It’s a leap year! Santa always starts a little later to deliver the presents during those years!”

Which leaves them hiding out in the hallway right now while Harry quietly brings in the presents through the kitchen. 

“Just a glimpse, Pops!” Louis whispers loudly, leaning his little body with all of his 5 year old body strength against where James has a single broad palm over his small chest.

“Nah-uh, Louibear,” James whispers back from where he’s squatting behind him. 

Regulus knows his knees will pop something horrible when he stands up but the sight of his husband’s thick thighs filling out the pleated pyjama bottoms is making Regulus selfishly keep his smart mouth shut.

“But Grandpo-ops!” Louis whines.

Chelsea shushes him immediately and rather aggressively. She’s between Regulus’ knees, bouncing up on the balls of her feet every now and then, her pigtails tickling Regulus’ nose.

Teagan is draped over James’ wide back and continuously throwing Regulus conspiratorial looks and mischievous little smiles. She’s 8 now, the Santa bubble has already been burst for her.

Regulus winks back at her every time.

“We have to wait until Santa is done putting all his presents under the tree, bug.” James drives placating fingers through their grandson’s wild hair before he goes on in a gentle murmur, “If we go and disturb him now he’ll bolt out through the chimney, up on his reindeer sled and whisk away with half of the presents that were meant for our family, you see.”

Louis gasps horrified.

James bites down on the smile trying to break to the surface. It’s unfair how handsome he looks in the dim light with his hair sleep mussed and his trimmed beard sprinkled white like the snowflakes making their way onto the ground outside.

Regulus forces his eyes away when Chelsea makes a little pained, squirming noise. Like she’s barely suppressing ripping herself from Regulus’ loose embrace and dashing through the door back into the living room.

There’s a clatter of wood and then a badly imitated Hohoho from what Regulus recognises to be Harry.

Louis and Chelsea look at each other with wide eyes and then back at James and Regulus respectively, vibrating with anticipation yet waiting politely for permission.

His husband throws Regulus a warm grin, a hint of teeth and a glint in his chocolate brown eyes that makes his heart stumble a little in his chest.

Regulus rolls his eyes and gives him a single nod. He kisses the side of Chelsea’s head and tells her to go on.

She barrels through the door with a squeal followed closely by a skittering Louis where he’s hasting over the smooth linoleum after his sister in his too big, woollen socks. Teagan throws Regulus another excited grin and then rushes after her younger siblings as well.

When Regulus pulls out of his seat there’s only a faint sting in his lower back while as James follows the motion his husband instantly buckles under his renewed weight, joints predictably cracking several loud pops. 

Regulus snaps out his arm for James to steady himself as this one grunts and pants under the pain and slowly lifts himself into an upright position.

Regulus snorts. “Getting old, Potter? Shouldn’t have been so enthusiastic with bending me over that bloody sofa ledge last night, huh…”

James growls playfully as he yanks Regulus closer by his arm though he catches his husband wince at the sudden motion of that half step.

He squeezes Regulus hip bone, right over the teeth mark he put there a few hours ago and then it’s Regulus’ turn to suck the air in through his teeth.

“Worth it,” James rasps low into his ear before kissing a fluttering path up Regulus’ jaw until he finally reaches his mouth, tilting his chin back with two fingers.

Regulus sighs happily into James’ mouth, shivers at the familiar sensation of beard rasping against his own stubbly skin.

They’re ripped out of the moment by Chelsea’s voice droning around the corner, “Gramps, look! Santa brought you dried cat grass for Mochi!”

“Cat grass?” comes Harry’s confused voice from the living room.

Regulus scrunches his nose at James, sharing the cluelessness. James shrugs.

Crinkling sounds, then Teagan’s voice, “It smells weird.”

“Fu– That is not cat grass, Chelsea!” Harry responds panicky, “Honey, please put that down right now. I’m not joking, sweetheart. No, gimme– unhg.”

Regulus raises his eyebrows at James but his husband simply tugs his lips in and hurries into the living room, presumably to help his son purloin the weed from his six year old little grandchild.

[james-sunshine-potter]

I don’t think we as a fandom collectively look at James’ parents enough.

And I don’t mean their life. I mean their death.

Because they died before 1981, which means James was well enough alive when they died, and had to grieve and lose both of them.

Within canon (ew) it’s presumed they died between 1978 to 1980, and I think there is a lot to explore there.

Losing family, anyone is hard enough, but during a war? Even harder, I could imagine.

But we don’t explore that enough. Like James didn’t have any biological family besides them. All of them are dead beside his parents before this. He canonically had no aunts or uncle, which equals to no cousins. He obviously had no siblings, the closest thing he had to one being Sirius.

So losing all his family at 18 is so hard and honestly terrifying.

They died within days of each other, from dragon poxes due to their age. And like, we need to talk about that.

Cause imagine (or well don’t) losing both of your parents that close together? Imagine that during a wizarding war. You’re finishing school, about to go fight a war and boom your parents die.

We should talk about this more.

[prostoshtyka]

what if... (1979 -...)

I can't help thinking about 30aged Regulus. What if a Kreacher was left in that cave instead, and Regulus transgressed with a Horcrux.

At first, Regulus as a fucking genius tried to destroy it by his own, but after studying the matter, he would thoroughly understand that he could not do it. It was made with the help of Dumbledore. So the Orden had the first Horcrux and Regulus was sent away from London and safely hidden from Voldemort.

I like the idea, Regulus couldn't talk with Sirius, that's why Sirius thought Regulus was dead. And 2 years later, Sirius was prisoned in Azkaban and Regulus read about this in newspapers. He became obsessed with it. He stopped cutting his hair because that was what Sirius did, he started listening to the music Sirius did. He did everything to understand who was his brother and why he did what he did.

After 12 years, Regulus was informed that Sirius had escaped from Azkaban and that was the reason he returned to London.

and met his brother again

[myheadisemptyffonly]

Sirius: You can't date my brother Prongs, he's like 8 years old

Regulus: I am 16 you idiot

Sirius: You're 16?!

[risetherivermoon]

Narcissa loved Regulus like he was her own brother, she cared for him more than anyone else would. She was heartbroken when he was dragged into the deatheaters, but she took care of him.

When others cast him aside, his parents, his brother, James... Narcissa was there to pick up the pieces. Regulus had his friends too, Evan and Barty. But his bond with Narcissa was stronger.

Narcissa loved him because she knew how it was to be the youngest, the one who had all of the pressure to succeed after the child before failed their family. After they escaped. She knew about the heartbreak of losing a lover because of choices you made against your will, of not being able to explain before it was too late.

When Regulus died, Narcissa didn't know what to do. She knew it was inevitable, that not everyone would survive this war. But why Regulus? Why her little star? She was heartbroken.

A year later, Evan Rosier dies at the hands of an auror. Narcissa was sad, that another child dragged into a war was killed far too early. But it got worse, when she walked down the hall at a deatheater meeting, and saw Barty Crouch Jr. sobbing, crouched down with his head between his knees.

They spoke for a while, and Narcissa learned what happened. He didn't die from the killing curse, he was shot with crucio. His body had been so weak, Barty had told her that he didn't do well after Regulus' death. That he was so weak that he died from the pain. But, he fought in the end. He had been on the ground, fighting for his life, and he had shot a curse at the Auror's eye. Evan had fought, and he had died in Barty's arms.

Narcissa let him talk, let him rant. She sat with him, let him rest his head on her shoulder. Like she used to do with Regulus. Barty talked and talked. He told her how much he loved Evan, how he always did. How he had once loved Regulus too, and he couldn't bare it. He couldn't bare the fact they were gone.

And Narcissa had been there for him.

After a while, Barty and Narcissa start talking frequently. Barty coming to her when he feels that overwhelming panic coming back, when the thoughts of doing things that he'd regret flood him.

So Narcissa isn't surprised when she finds him outside of Malfoy Manor. He looked nervous, scared. She invited him inside and he told her the story, of what happened. Of what her older sister and brother in law had dragged Barty into.

Barty said he didn't know how to think. Because he knew that it is what he was supposed to do for the dark lord. Narcissa stared at him, she didn't know what to say, how to act.

She decided, then and there. Barty was still barely an adult. 19 years old, malnourished and tired. Barty was always a bit twitchy but it was even worse now. He was scarred and he had scratches along his dark mark. Just like Regulus.

He was too young to be blamed. Narcissa was heartbroken and she cried for her, for the love of her life. But Barty wasn't at fault. He couldn't have been.

Not with that look on his face, she could see him trying to hide it. His guilt. He tried to get up and leave but Narcissa made him stay the night.

She let him meet Draco, the small baby he is. Barty had stared, almost empty. He and mumbled the words, but Narcissa heard him. 'They had a baby too. He cried the whole time.'

That was the last time she had seen Barty as something closer to himself. The next time she would see him, he was only but a withering shell of the scared young boy he used to be.

[impishtubist]

I would like Jegulus fic where they are both professors at Hogwarts and fall in love as teachers, please and thank you 🙏