#regulus being soft

[rabslocket]

“you’re the brightest star in my sky.”

james’ head snaps to look at regulus, a fond smile blooming on his features. it was seldom that reg acted so soft, and james was planning on taking advantage of it. 

“you’re awfully sweet tonight.”

regulus looks away, his cheeks turning a rosy red. james thinks it’s the most adorable thing he’s ever seen, and he inches closer, putting an arm around reg’s slim shoulders. 

the slytherin whines, trying to pull away as his gaze rests on the stars above them. “I didn’t mean to say that out loud, you know.”

“I know,” james kisses his hair, “but i’m glad you did. you don’t have to hide from me, reg. you should know that by now. I want all of you, even the parts you’re too embarrassed to show. in fact, i think those are my favorite parts to see.”

if regulus wasn’t red before, he certainly was now. but this time, a fond smile creeps in amidst the blush, and the slytherin finally meets his boyfriend’s eyes. bathed in the starlight, drowning in the sweater he’d stolen from james, regulus looks soft, and james knows he will treasure the sight forever. “james?” even regulus’ voice is soft, much softer than it normally was. “I think i’m in love with you…”

james beams, his lips pressing once more to the ravenette’s hair. “I love you too… always.”

[ijustwantogohomehogwarts]

c o m f o r t

c o m f o r t

Sirius has just left home, and regulus isn't handling it well. He and hufflepuff!reader are still developing their friendship, but he comes to her in his time if need

warning and such:

- sx is mentioned in passing , not proofread, written at 3am

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Regulus has always just “blended in.” He wouldn’t dare be caught at the center of attention; even being in the foreground was pushing his limits of comfortability. He and Sirius couldn’t be more opposite, but that was the only comparison I would ever make between the two Blacks. 

It wasn’t a secret that the most noble and ancient house of black was nothing shy of cruel and torturous, and the boys dealt with it on polar opposite ends of the spectrum. I have the privilege of knowing them both for who they are, I know first hand that they couldn’t be any more different, and yet still so similar. 

I would like to say that I have gotten “somewhere” with Regulus. The boy who once wouldn’t make eye contact or hold a conversation, will now sit down and study with me. He can manage small talk during meals, and I’ve even seen him laugh when we’re alone. I’ve grown fond of him, but I know better than to push.

So I’m content to exist and let him seek me out. I tell myself that being there, should he need a buffer between him and himself, I’d be happy to play the part. 

…

Regulus had seemed quiet, more on edge the last few days than I had ever seen him. Rumors spread, and I knew first hand, that Sirius had left home, with no intention of returning. I couldn’t imagine being in the same house, alone, with Walburga and Orion Black. I had met them only once, and that was more than enough to last me in this lifetime and next! Regulus tried to assure everyone who pushed on the subject that he was “fine” and wouldn’t let the conversation continue beyond that. 

I saw right through his charade and knew that he was in fact much less than ‘fine,’ probably the furthest from it, but again, I bit my tongue and tried not to push. I didn’t want to feel as though I was walking on eggshells around him, that he was so fragile he could break with one wrong look, but it was impossible to continue life as if it was “just another day.”

To compensate, I made more of an effort to keep Regulus from being alone. I stayed up later to study in the common room. I got up earlier. I made excuses to pass him in the hallways when I knew he would be wondering about the castle. Anything I could think of, so long as it didn’t border on stalking. I had never been more relieved that I didn’t need much sleep to function, and I did the same for Sirius, of course I did, but I worried about him less. His friends were far more open about being supportive and available. 

It was Sunday, and we only had a few more days before break started and we would be gone for a week. I heard soft knocking on my door, so soft I almost thought I had dreamt it. But it continued, never amplifying. I peered at the clock on the table beside me, it was barely 6am. I stretched, throwing the covers off to the side and stumbled across the cold floor. I opened my door, squinting at the light that poured through the big windows. There, a few feet down the hall and turning back to face my door, was Regulus. 

He was dressed down, a white t-shirt, sweatpants and black socks. For a boy who didn’t wear anything that wasn’t tailored before I met him, I would call this progress. His curls were hanging loosely in front of his face, his eyes were red and puffy, and his whole body showed evidence of his lack of sleep. He tried to smile as he crept slowly back towards my door.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“I was already awake,” I smiled, trying to hide a yawn. I pushed my door open further, inviting him in. “Allez, parle-moi.”

Regulus didn’t say anything about my speaking French, though it was normally something that would excite him. I sat on the edge of my unmade bed and watched as he nervously looked around, scratching the back of his arm. This wasn’t the first time he’s been in here, the first time we’ve been alone together, or the first time he’s come to me at odd hours, but there was definitely something going on in that beautiful mind of his. 

“Regulus, are-”

“You don’t have to call me that,” He sighed. 

“I’ll call you anything you want me to call you, love. Reg? Reggie?”

He smiled at ‘Reggie,” nodding quietly,  but the excitement seemed to fade just as quickly as it appeared, and I could see tears brimming in his eyes. I grabbed his arm and pulled him down to sit on the bed beside me, my arm staying on the small of his back, his head resting, reluctantly at first, on my shoulder.

“I know what you’re doing,” he started, trying to collect himself as he spoke. “I see you everywhere I go.”

“Reggie, I’m sorry. I just-” 

“Thank you.” He sobbed. 

I didn’t know whether to feel pride or guilt, so I settled on sympathy. I don’t know how long this had been brewing inside of him, perhaps a few days, perhaps since the night Sirius was sorted into Gryffindor. However long, I was content to sit and comfort him for twice as long. I didn’t press, I just let him let it out. 

Eventually, he stopped and tried to compose himself, rubbing his cheeks quickly and sniffling a few more times. 

“Do you mind if I use your bathroom?”

“Of course not,”

I gestured to the door at the other end of the room, and watched as he disappeared behind it. I could hear the tap running and took a minute to wave my wand around the room, tidying up and making the bed. 

I was pulling a jumper on as he reemerged. 

“I should go. Y/n, I’m sorry again I shouldn’t-”

“Come here,” I smiled, climbing up to the head of my bed, leaving plenty of room for company. I didn’t know what to expect from Reggie, I’ve never known him to be intimate, or otherwise share a bed with anyone before. Why should I be any different?

“I don’t want to take up any more of your time-”

“I’m not asking you to have sex with me Reggie,” I chuckled, patting the bed beside me. “Come sit, let’s talk.”

He hesitated, but sat anyway.

We talked. We talked about school, Reggie's favorite classes, the potions and charms he was working on outside of class. We talked about Barty and Evan and the nonsense they get themselves into.... This was the most I had ever heard him talk, more than all the other times in the last 3 years combined, and so, rather quickly, we ran out of things to talk about, without talking about the elephant in the room. 

“How is he?” Reg eventually asked, playing with a loose thread on my pillowcase. He was laying on his stomach beside me. 

“He’s surviving. Having a go around with James on the daily.” Reg chuckled. “He’s safe, Reggie. He’s worried about you though, he feels guilty for ‘leaving you behind.’”

I watched as the smile dropped from his lips and he buried his face in the pillow, trying to hide the tears that began to fall again. I scooched down next to him, draping an arm over his hips as I began to rub his back again.

“Can you hear me?” He nodded, but didn’t look up.

“Reggie, no one should have to endure what you and Sirius had to. There’s no love in that house. No hope, no admiration, no family. It was only ever you and your brother, and I can’t imagine what it’s like now that he’s gone, but you need to understand that what happened, it’s not your fault!” 

He turned his head, arms still tucked under himself, curls covering his face. I rubbed his knuckles, pulling his arm from his chest and putting it behind my back. His breathing hitched, nerves and unease settling in his body. My fingers danced up his bare arm and across his shoulder. I smiled at him, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear, letting my fingers linger in his curls a moment longer than necessary. He closed his eyes again, sighing heavily as he relaxed into my touch. 

I repeated the motion, tucking strand after strand of hair behind his ear, until all the pieces were nestled back into place. My fingers trailed back down his shoulders and to his arm, my nails dragging the skin causing goosebumps at the gentle touch. Regulus smiled, but didn’t open his eyes. He felt for my hand and returned it to his head. 

I carded my fingers through his curls, scratching lightly at the back of his head and repeating affirmations with every pass. 

“You are strong.”

“You are brave.”

“You are smart.”

“You are loved” Regulus shuttered. 

“You are loyal.”

“You are kind.”

“You are careful.”

“You are loved.” Regulus shuttered again, gripping the fabric of my jumper tightly.

“You are gentle.”

“You are confident.”

“You are safe.”

“You are loved.” 

I repeated this, over and over again, each time the word love was mentioned, Regulus pulled himself closer to me. I couldn’t tell if it was embarrassment, or if he was trying to hide himself from the word, as if the word itself was cursed.

Eventually, the shuttering was replaced with heavy breathing, and I resolved to believe that Reg was asleep. I sighed happily to myself, content that he felt at peace, safe enough to sleep. The feeling was overwhelming, and I too found myself beginning to nod off, still tugging lightly on his hair as he slept.

When I woke, Reg was still asleep, though his death grip on my jumper was gone, his cold fingers lay delicately on the bare skin of my stomach, his head on my chest. I stirred quietly, trying not to wake him. I kissed the top of his head, smiling at the realization that, despite knowing he most definitely had been awake at some point, he stayed.

I glanced at the clock and laughed to myself; we had slept for nearly 10 hours. Dinner would be starting soon, and the common room outside was coming to life. (Rather, it had been alive for hours now, but this was the first I was hearing of it.) I reached for my wand, drawing the blinds slightly, silenced the world outside my door, and summoned my book.

I read for about an hour before the boy beside me stated to come to life. He gripped me tightly as he stretched. I kissed his head again, and smiled as he groaned contently.

“Wait a minute,” 

“Hmm?” Regulus let go of me entirely and quickly, looking up at me as his hair began to fall in his face again.

“How did you get in here this morning?!” 

He looked at me, nervous for a moment, before we both dissolved into a fit of laughter. 

[sophsicle]

ahahah regulus being remus and sirius first adopted child is so accruate, it just fits too well yk

first and only

marriage and children might be some people's idea of a happy ending but tis not mine

like truly would rather they die honestly, would be less tragic 2 m3

[aniwahstan]

Jegulus pining

The door creaks open as he flicks the water from his face. He looks into the mirror to see James standing at the door. He leans against it, blocking anyone else who might wish to enter. He’s fixed on the way his shoulder rests against the wood, barely contained by fabric of his jumper. They haven’t been alone together in three weeks and four days. Regulus hates himself for knowing exactly how many days, how many hours it’s been since he last was able to touch James. He pushes off the sink, ready to chide James for the risk he’s putting them in.

Instead his body moves without permission. He crosses the tiled floor and pushes James so his back is fully against the door behind him. He’s overcome with longing, desperate for a small fix of salvation.

[kiwi2229]

The way I see you

(James Potter / Regulus Black | 691 words)

For @jegulus-microfic prompt: Camera

CW: negative thoughts about own body

James is not paying much attention to his surroundings at the moment. He is more fixated on shuffling the cards in his hands. Regulus and he are spending their day in the park. It’s a beautiful sunny day. It’s not too hot but it’s warm enough to wear only shorts and a shirt. His parents taught him a lot of card games and he always loved them, so now he is teaching them to Regulus.

He watches the repetitive motion of his hands. It calms him. He lets his mind wander anywhere it wants in several different directions but for once he lets it go as much as it pleases concentrating on the cards. He is snaped from it by the familiar sound of a camera click. He looks up to see Regulus lowering a camera with a satisfied smile. His boyfriend loves taking photos and he always has this kompakt camera with him.

“Why are you always taking photos of me?” He asks because it’s true. Regulus indeed takes photos of James more often than anything else.

“Because you are beautiful,” Regulus answers without hesitation. James just shrugs because he never knows what to say to this. He’s not good at receiving compliments.

He shoots Regulus his practised smirk as he declares nonchalantly. “Well, make sure you capture my good side.” He swirls his head around to mess with his curls.

Regulus watches him for a moment with those searching eyes that leave James feeling bare. It’s like Regulus could see inside his soul. “I mean it, Jamie. You are beautiful.”

Now, why would he say that? Because the thing is, James doesn’t believe him. He knows he is not bad-looking meaning there is nothing particularly wrong with his appearance. But he could be a few inches taller, and maybe work a little bit harder on his body. His hair is always a mess no matter how much he tries. He has to wear glasses and there are several scars from his acne on his face. His arms sometimes feel too long and other times too short, but he definitely knows he has chubby fingers. The list could go on and on. There is nothing particularly wrong with his body but when he focuses enough on each part it could always be better. Because there isn’t anything outstanding about him. He is just an average-looking boy and nobody like average.

He shrugs and starts to place cards on the blanket. “Let’s play this game…” And he starts to explain the rules to the other boy who is once again looking at him with a searching look. For a moment James is afraid he will say something but, in the end, Regulus decides not to.

~.~.~.~.~

It’s probably a month after the picnic at the park. James is sitting in their living room trying to decide what movie they're gonna watch when Regulus sits beside him, but instead of popcorn in his hands, he has an envelope.

“I want to show you something, Jamie,” Regulus says softly and hands him the envelope. Inside there are several developed photos. And every single one has James in it. On some he is completely alone, on others, he is with his friends. James doesn’t know when Regulus took most of them. There are ones that he is smiling, some when he is focused with furrowed eyebrows, or with a faraway look suggesting he is not paying attention to his surroundings, on few of them he looks sad. The last one is the one Regulus took at the park with the word beautiful neatly written on the bottom. And well James never saw himself like this. Is this how he appears to the others? Because the images are different from what he usually sees in the mirror.

“This is how I see you,” Regulus whispers. “And at least for me, you are the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.”

When James looks up, he sees Regulus smiling softly at him with nothing but sincerity on his face and he has to fight hard not to let the tears spill from the corners of his eyes.

[saintchaser]

sirius black, who excelled, who was bright, who was alive. sirius black, whose smiles were wide and whose arms were open, whose hair was tucked behind his ear, his wand poking out of it, whose sleeves were rolled up, whose hands were filled with scribbles, and whose ears were filled with earrings. sirius black, cigarettes tucked behind his ears, and love tucked in his heart. sirius black, books scattered across the floor and his tie hanging off the bed frame. sirius black, who has always done everything effortlessly. whose magic coursed through his veins, thick like smoke, liquid like blood, ever since he knew himself. wine spilt on gowns, the lost heir.

regulus black, who tried, who was bright, but who never shined as brightly as sirius. regulus, who kept his back straight and who kept himself composed, green around his neck, his destiny a weight around his chest. chaining him, heavy on his heart. regulus black, imperfect perfection. regulus black, neat handwriting on scattered letters, a quiet betrayal signed R. A. B., a scream dying in the back of his throat. regulus black, magic in his veins, but not nearly as effortless as sirius', not nearly as good, never as good as sirius. regulus black, the spare heir.

[where-is-vivian]

Regulus, entering his dorm, and seeing James here:

Regulus: Are you trying to romance me?

James, that wrapped himself in gift wrap, beaming, because he was waiting for him to open the door to surprise him: Yes

Regulus, closing his eyes, and opening them again, trying not to smile, and whispering: It's working.

[starchasing-chocolate]

“I can’t believe you’re mine.” Regulus whispered into the dimly lit bedroom, his fingers trailing ever so slightly over the curves and bumps of James’ face. The touch so soft and gentle, had James’ eyes not been glued to Regulus’ every movement, he would’ve assumed it was just the wind.

“Now, why is that so hard to believe?” James asked, tilting his head.

“I have a way of attracting the dark things in life.” Regulus shifted his weight on the bed and reached out to firmly cup James’ face in his hands, leaning slightly over the older’s body.

“But you, James. You’re not dark.” He smiled softly. “If there’s a direct opposition to darkness, you’re it. James, you’re the sun.”

[allmpa]

Sirius used to hate Christmas because it was just a horrible reminder of how fucked up his family was. His first Christmas with the Potters was the first time he ever felt parental love, and now that Reg also escaped his family, it’s his favorite time of year to share with his brother.

[tragically-but-finnally-yours]

wrapping kyd remus, evan, regulus and fabian up in a little box and protecting them with everything i have

[uncaffeinatedbirb]

..at the early stages of their relationship

[lesbianforregulusblack]

In my mind Dorcas, Barty, Evan and Pandora are going out of their way to tell everyone that they take care of Regulus, that he is with them, like if you cross him you cross them and everyone is like ??? Regulus? The one with the grumpy face? The one telling everyone to piss off or else? Needing anyone?

But they don't actually know Regulus "the biggest softie on earth" Black so I don't blame them for being confused

[lostmykeysie]

Hi Keysie!! Given that we are talking about Wolfstar angst, what about James and Regulus??? Because everything is going fine for now but I don't see it lasting forever, as much as we want to! Is there going to be some angst in the future for them? Maybe Regulus feeling second choice or something? Cause that would be great! I love some suffering ❤ and I love your work

hi baby!!!!!

so i feel like this is a bit of an outrageous thing to say because it's jegulus and jegulus from what i have seen is practically synonymous with pain but like.... i'm gonna be really honest with you sweetie there is gonna be NO jegulus angst! none!!!!!!

tml jegulus is basically just james being gentle and lovely until regulus just has no choice but to give in and that's it that's the plot

i'm sorry we're gonna have to get all our angst from our silly moon and star xxxxxxxxxxxxxx kisses thank you so much you sweet little thing you're always makin' me blush

[sunshinemoonlightandstarbright]

That's not Sirius, James

focus on James + Regulus

approx. 350 words

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“Alright Potter, see you later,” Emmeline Vance walks away from their classroom as James waves goodbye and turns to walk down the hall. He smiles at a third year as he passes them and spots a familiar head of hair a ways down the corridor. Artfully styled black curls. Picking up his pace to a jog, James can almost reach out and touch him after a few seconds. He’s about to call out to Sirius when he’s struck by a genius idea.

James takes one more step towards his friend and winds up his arm for maximum power. He slams his open palm on Sirius’ arse cheek, only to realise that it’s not actually Sirius a moment too late. Instead, a very shocked Regulus stands in his place and lets out a squawk of outrage as his eyes go wide. His head snaps to the side to look his assailant in the eye. When he realises it’s James, he freezes and something flashes in his eyes. They then narrow in anger as a frown slips into place. James is humiliated. His cheeks go red and his mouth dries. His eyes are huge and sincere as he stutters out an apology, “I’m- I’m so sorry, Regulus. I thought you were Sirius because of the hair and then- well I thought it would be funny but obviously it’s not and I see that now and Merlin I’m so so sorry what was I thinking that was a massive mistake please forgive me I’m so sorry-“

“Potter,” Regulus interrupts James’ floundering. The steel in his gaze has cracked when he realised how genuinely mortified James was, and he was internally struggling not to laugh. “Just piss off.” Regulus says tiredly and turns to leave.

“Right. Yeah of course.” James curses himself for being such an idiot before apologising for the final time. “Regulus, I really am sorry,” he says willing the boy to turn around and look him in the eyes, if only for a second.

“I know James,” Regulus pauses and mutters with his back turned before walking off leaving James staring after him.

[kairieb]

un headcannon que yo tengo sobre regulus y sirius, es que además de hablar francés también aprendieron otras lenguas romances de chicos, corte italiano u español, específicamente con acento rioplatense y puedo imaginarlos peleando en español solamente porque tiene insultos más fuertes 💀

seguramente usarían insultos tipo;

hijo de puta

la recalcada concha de tu madre

la puta que te pario

aborto mal hecho

y hay mejores🤠

[howthwturntables13]

Sirius watches the Big Bang Theory

Remus: *watching the big bang theory*

Sirius: What are you watching?

Remus: Oh it's just a muggle tv thing

*a few months later*

Sirius: Hey Reggie I can't sleep. Do you know soft kitty?

Regulus: *confused* Um what

Sirius: Don't worry I'll teach it to you

Regulus: *siriusly concerned about his brother's health*

Sirius: SOFT KITTY, WARM KITTY, LITTLE BALL OF FUR-

Regulus: MOTHER SIRIUS IS DOING IT AGAIN

Sirius: hApPy KiTtY, sLeEpY kItTy, pUrR, pUrR, pUrR