#probably regulus too

[franklysirius]

Marauders aren’t’ stupid :

• James is a little prick that is quite good at a lot of subject but he only master the one he actually likes

•Remus need to study to have good grades he’s clearly not gifted but manage to have the best grades

•Pete got anxiety so it’s really complicate for him to work, if he got motivation and is in the mood to work he will neglect all his body’s basic need until it’s done

• Sirius seem like the one who never work, people never saw him open a book to study a new subject, at one point peter was really curious because this b*tch have one of the best grades of the class and that is not possible. So he just ask the question one day and Sirius is surprised because « didn’t you study the school program when you were a kid ?” And James Peter and Remus are so confused because wtf.

But yea basically Walburga stole sirius and Reggie’s childhood by making them learn all the fcking program in advance and because she’s such a great mom sirius had no choice than to know word by word every subject so yea this man isn’t a genius he’s just a children that try to survive and make his mother proud.

[starchaserdreams]

"my comfort character" being regulus fucking black is a special kind of mental illness

[fiasco95]

Thinking about royalty AU where James is telling their daughter, the crown princess— sole heir to the Potter throne and Lady of the Noble House of Black about how James first met Regulus.

The day James and Regulus first met was also the day Regulus asked for James’ hand in front of the entirety of the kingdom.

Regulus was covered in blood and behind him was a dragon’s head being wheeled in. A gift for the crown prince and a bribe for his marriage.

“Dad, you’re weird.” Their daughter exhaled

“I know.” James giggled as he pulled his daughter to his chest.

[arkieve]

so... i wrote a lil' something and if anyone's interested in reading it here's the link!

[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.

[lexithwrites]

I wanna join a big bang fest but also I’m so nervous my annoying ass will lose motivation halfway through and give up,,,,I need like a solid jegulus idea but idk what

[wafflinglumos]

I need to fix my writer’s block AND art block, so recommend me a character with a headcanon of yours or really anything, I will draw almost anything

(Will not write or draw smut, minor x adult, stuff like that, also probably not Dramione if it’s recommended I am so sorry, I just cannot force myself to do that)

(Send requests guys I’m begging)

[padfoot-and-leo-ao3]

Check out my fic on Ao3! There's just one chapter right now, but I'm working on it! I'll probably post every week or so. Still working on my bigger projects as well!

[pessimisticgh0st]

One of your posts have enlightened me: just imagine a marauders/osemanverse crossover--

Michael and James meeting would truly be both the best and worst thing ever.

Omg yes they would be unstoppable and the world's biggest catastrophe.

Imagine Michael trying to teach James how to do ice skating tricks- James would just not understand how there isn't magic involved

And then James would teach Michael quiditich and he would love it. He would find it so easy and loves how free he feels but he would be ruthless in a game and him and James would take matches so seriously they would wake up at 5am and shit tons of routines

They would bake all the time together and the process would be a disaster and the kitchen would be a mess, but the food would be the best thing you would have ever tasted

Imagine the pranks they would do-

They would be so supportive of each other and have movie marathons all the time-

Regulus and Tori would have been best friends too and would have introduced Michael and James to each other but would regret it after they spend 2 minutes with each other

Michael: Thought for the day, what came first the chicken or the egg?

James: The egg WAIT no the chicken NO THE EGG-

[starchaserdreams]

Jegulus Microfic: Dawn

“We can’t go to my dorm, Sirius will see us.”

“Well we can’t go to mine, Barty and Evan will have a field day.”

“Lie out by the lake?”

“Sure.”

-

It was never easy for James and Regulus to find time together, but they always found their ways. 

The world became simpler when they could find their moments together.

-

Love me tender

Love me sweet

Never let me go

You have made my life complete

And I love you so

-

It was a birdsong that woke them up, echoing through the dewy early morning dawn air. The peace that surrounded them was heavenly.

-

“We stayed out all night?”

“Yes we did.”

“We stayed out all night!”

-

And then there was laughter that filled the morning air and mingled with the songs of the birds.

@jegulus-microfic - 131 words - 5/16

[mydarlingdearestdead]

Like I know

Inspired by this video by @/p4perback on Instagram and Tiktok

Sirius couldn't believe he did it.

Remus was looking right through him, fingers pressed softly to his lips.

There will never be a perfect time. James had said.

Sirius hadn't believed him.

It'll come, Prongs! He assured him. And I'll know it when it does.

Sirius couldn't believe he did it.

The time hadn't come and yet-

"I didn't mean to-" He burst out.

"Kiss me?" Remus cut in absently, intently studying the ancient, peeling wallpaper of Gryffinfor Common Room.

Sirius nodded mutely. He watched as Remus' gaze became glassy, as his lips tugged into some kind of vague grin. Nothing like his usual, reserved smile.

"Well I did." Sirius said suddenly. Remus met his eye now. "But I never thought it would- that you would-" He groaned, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes. "Remus-"

[loserboyfriendrjl]

james glowed in the sun. his tanned skin warmed up by brightness, his eyes, crinkled at the corners and filled with love and devotion; black curls resting against his forehead, full lips, spread into a smile, sweet summer child.

and a hand laced with his, warm fingers against cold and pale, blending, melting into each other.

it was perfect, really, and deep within him, regulus smiled.

[3d-wifey]

How many of y'all would care if I included Harry Potter into my list of what I write? Mainly the Marauders and co. I mean, there's more than enough written for them, but mainly with sub!reader, and I mean HELLA sub, which I realize I'm not 😒

AND YOU KNOW IM WRITING THAT POLY!MARAUDERS SHIT PEW PEW PEW

[courfee]

if this be done (part 1)

@jegulus-microfic | august 26 - crow | wc 1.1k | part 1, 2, 3

a magical realism au with witchboy james :)

James Potter lives in a beautiful cottage in the middle of a green forest with red shutters on all his windows and yellow flowers of every variety one can think of in his garden. His hair is as messy as his working desk, his smile as bright as the early morning sun streaming through his kitchen window, his hands as warm as the fire keeping a big cauldron bubbling at all odd hours of the day, and his heart is as open as the door to his house.

James Potter is a witch, and a skilled one at that, and he offers his abilities up to anyone who asks for help. A plea for a remedy against an especially peculiar sickness is met with a vial full of purple, steaming potion, a cry for help about a spell gone wrong is silenced with a scroll of a messily scrawled on counter spell, and a knock on his door from a lost soul with a heartache is answered with empathy and patience, a gentle smile, an open ear and cup of hot chocolate.

His work helps people and the people help James in return, sending well wishes and favours and ingredients for his potions. Moreover, they give James something to do and someone to be, a person who likes to help and is always there when needed.

He likes his life, likes his work and likes what it has done for him. It’s his magic that brought his best friends into his life, all of them in a similar fashion.

First had been Peter Pettigrew, a small boy with bright eyes and a brighter laugh. Or, he was a boy once James had found the right spell and the correct combination of daisyroot draught and honesty honey, buttercup brew and sunflower syrup. It took a while until James managed to turn him from the little brown rat that had turned up on his doorstep back into the boy he had been before he had stumbled into the wrong pixie ring and eaten the wrong mandrake leaves.

After that, word spread out quickly and Sirius Black was the next one to turn up. A loud and cheerful boy by day who, at night, turned quiet and terrified, the remnants of his family life that had ended when his mother had cursed him to be a big black dog, like his namesake in the stars. The re-transformation was more difficult this time round. Curses were not one of James’ specialities, and it took a while for him to undo the damage – at least the physical one – that his family had left on him. In the months it took Sirius stayed with him, and by the end James had not only gained more knowledge but a best friend as well.

Last had been Remus Lupin. He, too, had come to seek help about an animal problem. Turning into a wolf when the moon stood high and full plagued him even during the moonless days and, having heard of James’ previous success regarding animal transformations, he had sought him out, with scars on his face and hope in his eyes.

James didn’t exactly fail that time. He never managed to complete what he had sat out to do, but when, after having to bring Remus’ the news that he would not manage to turn him back into a full-time human, Remus smiled at him and said “I do not mind anymore,” James knew he still had managed to help where help was needed. Remus completed their little band of marauders, and with them found the acceptance he had always needed, and on top of that found love he had never expected to find with Sirius.

All in all it doesn’t surprise James when one afternoon in the late days of summer there is a knock on his front door and he opens it to find yet another animal looking up at him with dark, beady eyes and asking, a voice more human than crow-like, “Are you James Potter?”

James smiles, pushes the door further open and says, “That I am. Come on in and tell me what I can do for you.”

The crow walks in, head held high, black feathers shimmering in the green glow of the forest, and follows James to his living room. James takes a seat on his worn-out sofa and motions the crow to do the same.

“My name is Regulus,” the crow says, once perched on the arm rest opposite James, “and I have found myself in the unfortunate situation of being cursed.”

James smiles at Regulus, encouragingly and brightly, and says, “Lucky for you I’ve gained some experience with curses last year. It’s still not my speciality, but I will do what I can do unravel the curse so you can walk on two legs again.”

Regulus gives him a look that makes it obvious that had he still had eyebrows, they would now lift up into his hairline. “I am walking on two legs,” he says flatly. “It’s not the walking I’m concerned about.”

“Oh. Right. Sorry, all my previous clients had four legs when they came to me. This is a bit of a change, you see? But no matter, I’m sure there is not much difference between a crow and a dog.”

“Maybe I should find a different witch,” Regulus huffs. “One who is competent enough to not think a crow and a dog are anything alike.”

“Regulus,” James says, and the name feels pleasantly cold and smooth on his tongue, “You will find that I am the most competent witch.”

“And the most arrogant one, too, it seems.”

It is the first time that James’ smile falters, fog obscuring the morning sun. “I’ll help you,” James says. “It will take time and it won’t be easy, but I’ll help you. But for the duration of the process you will have to stay in my house.”

The crow grumbles, but he nods his little head. 

“And while you are here I will not brook you being unkind to anyone who comes by. If you can’t be a decent human being – or crow, for that matter – to any of the people who seek help from me, then I cannot help you either.”

Regulus steps from one foot onto the other, ruffling his feathers as he gives this a thought. “I’m not an unkind person,” he says finally, “I simply cannot stand stupidity and people so often are stupid. But I’ll step aside when you have clients and will not bother them. Does that work?” Regulus seems rather rude to James and he must admit he doesn’t quite like him from the few words they have exchanged. But he is James Potter, and who he is is a person who likes to help and is always there when needed. No matter how awful of a person, Regulus needs his help, and so James blows away the fog, gives Regulus a sunny smile and nods. “That works. Welcome to my home, Regulus, make yourself comfortable and I will start looking for the right spells.”

[maybebabyplease]

this hell (is better with you)

james/regulus, E, 2/9 chapters

chapter 1

As he starts off on the nearest path, figuring it has to lead somewhere, a pretty blonde woman pops into being in front of him. James shrieks, and then immediately tries to pretend like he hasn’t just done that. The blonde woman snickers. James runs a hand through his hair, trying to adopt a casual pose. Calm, cool, collected. That’s him.

“Hey, newbie,” she says, sticking her hand out to shake. “I’m Marlene. I’m supposed to show you around or whatever.”

James shakes Marlene’s hand, looking at her in awe. She’s dressed in white linen too, same collared shirt and loose trousers. It’s more attractive on her than it is on him, he imagines, although he’s yet to see a mirror. Maybe he’s really bringing it. He has no idea. But he doubts he can manage to look quite as angelic as Marlene, who appears to be almost…glowing. Is he really meant to have gone Up? He thinks back over his life. Was it truly good enough to deserve eternity in paradise?

Because that’s what this must be, he reasons. Paradise. The woman in Purgatory had said Heaven, and so far it looks like it is, at least in a vaguely Christian sense. The way the breeze floats softly through his hair. The birds singing, just loud enough to hear but not loud enough to be distracting. The smell, like his mom’s freshly baked chocolate olive oil cake. His stomach grumbles at the memory.

“Come on, follow me,” Marlene says, starting off down the path. “I’m meant to show you to your new home.” She looks back and shoots him grin. “We’re next-door neighbours. Hope you like cul-de-sacs.”

[marsabillions]

it is so funny anytime i see ppl shipping rosestarkiller(?) or general evanreg bc evan and regulus are like definitely related