#regulus x james

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regulus black got asked to be james' boyfriend on january 4th, 1976, his fifth year and the day the sun was closest to earth. he thought it was always meant to be like that.

and he died on july 5th, 1979. the day the sun was farthest from earth. with his last breath, he realised it was also always meant to be like that.

[my-castles-crumbling]

apology - platonic prongsfoot - jegulus - September 15th - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 291

He found Sirius sitting at the top of the Astronomy Tower, arms wrapped around his knees, staring out at the stars.

"Pads?" he whispered, terrified of more yelling. More tears.

"Hmm." It was a good sign.

"I'm...I'm sorry." The apology fell from his lips easily, but it didn't begin to cover his feelings. His guilt, his happiness, his confusion.

Grey eyes met his. "Are you?" he asked, a genuine question.

It was a fair query, but James wasn't sure what to say. "I..." He sat, contemplating before answering. "I love him, Sirius," he whispered, deciding that honest was the best policy, especially now. "So much."

Sirius scoffed, but didn't complain.

"But I'm sorry for not telling you, yeah," he went on, tears coming to his own eyes. "I was just scared you would be..."

"Mad?"

James nodded, appreciating the irony of the situation.

"Prongs, I care about both of you. You really think I'd be angry that you care about each other, too?" Sirius asked, eyes full of hurt.

And when he put it like that, shame flooded through James's body.

"I'm happy for you. For both of you. I just...I wish you'd trusted me enough to tell me," he murmured, pulling his knees closer to himself.

He thought about protesting, but he knew it was no use. "You're right," he sighed after a pause. "I should have. I was...I love you both, so much. I didn't want to lose either of you. God, I was so scared, Pads."

Sirius looked at him again. "I'm pissed you didn't tell me, Prongs, but it'll take more than kissing my brother to get rid of me."

Relief flooded through James and he grinned. "Right...kissing...that's all."

A grimace crossed Sirius's face. "Yes. That's all."

[ultravioletbrit]

“metal” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 281 words

CW: lighthearted talk of violence, not explicit

Regulus is waiting at the table for James to come back with their food. He tried to go up to the buffet with him, but James insisted on going alone for some reason. That was fine with Regulus, the less people he has to interact with at these things the better. These work events are some of the most boring things they have to attend. Regulus would feel bad saying that, except he knows James thinks they’re boring also.

James makes it back to the table and sits everything down then takes his seat beside Regulus.

“Thank you.” Regulus tells him but pauses when he looks down at the table. “What is this?” He holds up his fork in question.

“A fork.” James answers simply.

“Why is it plastic, James?”

“Because when you had a metal one, you stabbed a guy in the thigh with it.” James reminds him.

“Well, these things are boring and the guy was badmouthing you. That was entertaining and I got to defend your honor. Two birds, one fork.” He says casually. “Plus, it barely broke skin. I could do significantly more damage with a…” he looks down at the table. “Where is my knife, James?” He looks back up at James.

“I’ll cut your meat for you, love.” James says and kisses Regulus sweetly.

Regulus huffs and slumps back in his chair. He picks up his spoon- his only metal utensil- and stares at it while he twirls it between his fingers.

“What are you doing?” James asks skeptically.

“Determining if I could gouge someone’s eye out with this.

“We’re not coming next year.” James tells him as he plucks the spoon out of Regulus’ hand.

[courfee]

it's been exactly a year since the last chapter of Operation Walburga's Arbitrary No Kissing Ever Rule and I still miss it. This scene is probably one of my favourite things I've ever written and I've wanted to draw it for forever, so now seemed like an appropriate time

[ecstarry]

@jegulus-microfic / apple / 186 words / cw: age gap, teacher-student

“What is this?” Regulus asked, staring at James.

“An apple.”

“I’m not your kindergarten teacher, James.” Regulus handed the ‘gesture’ back to him but James returned it to his desk. 

“Hey, just wanted to show my appreciation.” Regulus' gaze followed James’ thighs as he took a seat.

“Funny.” Regulus arched an eyebrow. “What are you doing here?”

“I need tutoring,” James responded with an amused tone. He had been visiting Regulus every other day for the past two weeks, each time in something progressively shorter.

“Tutoring hours are over.”

“Hence, my gift. I’m asking you to have mercy.” He pouted his lips. “I’ll do anything, professor.”

“Really?” Regulus leaned in and placed his hands on the armrests. He enjoyed making James nervous; it was in moments like this, watching him blush under his attention, that made it hard for Regulus to resist. 

“I have an idea.”

“Yeah?”

Regulus leaned close to James’ ear, his lips almost brushing his skin. “Study harder.” He pulled back, pushed James’ seat away, and smirked at him.

“Now, leave my office,” he said before finally taking a bite of the apple.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 15 - Camera

@jegulus-microfic September 15, Word count 243

“Why can’t I get one decent photo of Regulus?” Sirius grumbled as he looked through the photo albums he’d got out to put the new pictures that James had printed off for him in. James grinned down at the collection of Regulus photos where every single one had his face covered but either his hand, his phone or an object that was within grabbing distance. There was even one where he’d grabbed Remus as a shield. A surprised Remus, with a chocolate hobnob hanging out of his mouth, stared at the camera with only Regulus’s hand on his collar to show he was even in the picture. 

Regulus walked into the kitchen yawning sleepily.

“Hey, Reg!” James beamed at him as he raised his phone and took a picture of the boy in the doorway. “Here you go, Padfoot,” He said, sending the image over to Sirius’s phone and then looking back at the rosy-cheeked Regulus. “Tea?” He asked simply and Regulus nodded. He got up and went over to the kettle while Regulus made himself comfortable at the table. 

“Thanks, Prongs,” Sirius said as he opened the photo. “Wow, he’s smiling! How did you get him to smile?!” Sirius asked, zooming in on Regulus’s face. James shrugged as he placed fresh cups of tea in front of everyone at the table.

“Magic,” He chuckled, winking at Regulus as he took his seat and watching as pink crept up the other boy’s face. 

[hidden-for-reg]

September 15: pleasure | @jegulus-microfic | word count: 145

James realized that his feelings towards Regulus probably weren’t healthy.

But he couldn’t help it.

He couldn’t help loving so aggressively and so fully that he felt he couldn’t even eat some days.

He couldn’t help it when he was blissed out from pleasure and he thought Regulus was an angel.

He couldn’t help the beats his heart skipped anytime Regulus entered the room.

He couldn’t help his hands when they wandered towards his husband, seeking for any form of touch between the two of them.

He couldn’t help it if Regulus was the first thing on his mind when he woke up and the last thought in his brain before he went to sleep.

He didn’t care if this was unhealthy. 

Because Regulus was the best thing to ever happen to James and James loved him.

James loved Regulus more than he’d ever know.

[reggies-fake-horcrux]

James: I just heard about the titanic, why would they get on the boat after seeing the movie?

Regulus: ...

Regulus: I genuinely cannot tell if you're being serious or not

[tenaciousmilkshakecandy]

Can you imagine how hard it was for Regulus to keep an unimpressed face when James was doing his 'wooing' in public and Regulus was already done bad for him, but he just didn't wanna admit it

[i-can-fucking-swim]

Watching my fav movie with @j4m3s-p0tter

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my regulus black is korean btw, he was raised in france and has some french blood, but its mostly korean bc, u know, ~inbreeding~

my james is half latino and half desi bc i just chose to have the best of both worlds

i adore them very much.

[my-castles-crumbling]

Pumpkin

head - September 13 - jegulus raising harry - @stag-microfic - word count: 174 - requested by @empressgraytea

"Look what we got, Reg!" James says in a singsong voice, holding out the last bag from the store.

Taking the bag from his husband, Regulus smiles. "What did you get?" he asks, looking toward Harry and not James.

"Pumpkin!" Harry replies happily, reaching out a hand to grab at the air.

"What?" Regulus asks, confused. Opening the bag, he finds a flood of orange: plastic pumpkins, pumpkin themed decor, pumpkin donuts and pumpkin creamer for their coffee. "James, what is all this?" he demands, mindlessly grabbing a plastic pumpkin and handing it to the grabbing toddler near him.

"It's Fall!" James nearly-yells, excitement evident in his voice.

"It's barely September," Regulus says flatly. It is, in fact, September first.

"It's Fall," James repeats firmly.

"Fall! Fall! Fall!" Harry screams, throwing the plastic pumpkin, giggling as it bounces off of James's head, causing him to wince.

Laughing, Regulus bends down and kisses Harry on the forehead. "I guess pumpkins aren't that bad," he chuckles, James still rubbing at a red spot from the pumpkin.

[ultravioletbrit]

“vinyl” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 278 words

 

“Hey Prongs? Have you seen–”

Regulus instinctually throws the covers over his head when Sirius bursts into James’ room.

“Nope. Haven’t seen Reg anywhere. Sorry.” James answers without letting Sirius finish his question.

Sirius doesn’t say anything, and Regulus can practically feel him glaring at James even though he can’t see him.

“I was going to ask if you’ve seen my ABBA vinyl.” Sirius says slowly and Regulus can hear the threat in his voice. There’s a beat of silence, only filled by the sounds of ABBA playing low from the other side of the room.   

“Oh… umm… I… well…” James stumbles over his words and Regulus rolls his eyes.

“James…? Have you been fucking my brother while listening to ABBA?” Now Sirius’ voice is a mix of disgust and disappointment.

“No! Like I said, I haven’t even seen Regulus!” James lies completely unconvincingly.

“Hey, Reg.” Sirius says accusingly.

“Hey, Sirius.” Regulus responds with a resigned sigh.

“Really, James? ABBA? Not really the best bedroom music.”  

“You’d be surprised.” Regulus says, still under the covers.

“Ugh, gross.” Sirius fake gags.

“The vinyl’s on the turntable. Get it and get out.” James tells him.

“Suddenly, I’m not in the mood to listen to ABBA anymore. Or ever again.” Sirius makes a series of gagging and disgusted noises before Regulus hears the door slam.

Regulus comes out from under the covers and glares at James.

“What?” James shrugs.

“You are the absolute worst liar.” Regulus tells him.

“You’re the one who tried to hide under the covers! Like he wouldn’t notice that!” James huffs.

“Whatever. Just go flip the album.”

James smirks and gets up to flip the vinyl.

[rabctrl]

you CAN NOT tell me this ISN'T regulus singing about james after they got together

[lulublack90]

Prompt 14 - Boot

@jegulus-microfic September 14, Word count 216

“James!” Sirius crowed as he walked into their flat. He heard a loud bang and James came hurrying out of his bedroom, slamming the door behind him. His hair was an absolute mess, and he was hurriedly yanking a t-shirt over his head. “You’re not just getting out of bed are you?” Sirius asked, his brow furrowed. James was usually up with the sun and it was nearing midday. 

“What? Erm, no. Just dropped something down the side of my bed and had to crawl underneath,” James laughed nervously, trying in vain to flatten his hair. James’s eyes flicked to a spot beside the door and Sirius turned to see what he was looking at. 

Beside the door sat a very familiar pair of perfectly polished boots. Sirius looked from the boots and back to James a few times before he put two and two together. 

“Shit, Regulus, run, he figured it out!” James yelled before he took off around the sofa, out of Sirius’s reach. Regulus opened the bedroom door and took one look at James darting about the place and Sirius’s reddening face as he held up a boot and threw it at James. 

“Nope,” He said, before disappearing back into the bedroom, leaving James to tell Sirius what the hell was going on. 

[hidden-for-reg]

september 14: apple | @jegulus-microfic | word count: 81

“My star.”

“My angel on Earth.”

“My love nugget.”

“The apple of my eye.”

For the past hour, James had been tracing soft circles on Regulus’ skin and whispering sweet nothings while he thought Regulus was asleep.

He wasn’t though.

But when he’d woken up to his husband like that, Regulus couldn’t find within himself to interrupt the sweet moment.

So Regulus laid still and kept his eyes closed while James touched him so tenderly he could’ve been made of glass.