#stag microfic

[struttingstag]

Introducing: Stag Microfic

Stag Microfic is a twice weekly microfic series posted on the The Strutting Stag Discord Server and the @struttingstag Tumblr.

Each week, we will share one SFW-leaning prompt, and one NSFW-leaning prompt to both Tumblr and the Strutting Stag Discord Server.

You can post your microfic here on Tumblr, on our Discord and/or on our AO3 Collection.

Rules & Guidelines

1. All microfics need to include James, but every pairing is welcomed and encouraged!

2. Relationships can be gen, platonic, romantic, and/or poly as long as it is centered around James.

3. Feel free to make either prompt of the week SFW or NSFW.

4. NSFW, Dead Dove and dark content is welcome, but please note them at the beginning of your microfic.

5. When posting your microfic, please tag @struttingstag and include:

- the name of the prompt   - the date of the prompt - your word count - a note of nsfw content or triggers  (somnophilia, incest, etc.)

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@struttingstag Feb 19 Prompt: Explosions James/Lily/Regulus | 150 words Warning: nsfw, gore It wasn’t supposed to have happened this way…

FAQs:

Q: When will the prompts be posted? A: SFW prompts will be posted on Tuesday mornings, and the NSFW prompts will be posted on Friday mornings at midnight in EST/EDT / New York timezone / UTC-05:00.

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Q: How should I incorporate the prompt into my microfic? A: Feel free to use the exact word/phrase in your work, or just use the prompt as a general idea. (Example: if the prompt is ‘not in the swimming pool!’ then you can use that as a quote from one of the characters, or simply write about a scene where something ensues that maybe shouldn’t be done in a swimming pool.) Q: What is the word count requirement? Does my microfic need to be a specific number? A: Microfics are generally anywhere between 50 and 500 words, but if you feel inspired to write something longer, then we encourage that as well!

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[goldenbi]

@struttingstag Feb 27 Prompt: I lost the map... Sirius/Lily/James | 332 words | ao3 Warning: explicit smut

“James!” Sirius called.

Lily’s head popped off of James’s cock and she glared at James, as if it were his fault.

“What!?” James said to both of them.

“I lost the Map!” Sirius said, his distraught voice carrying from the changing room.

Lily rolled her eyes and resumed licking at James’s cock, and pulling at his balls.

“The Map?” James asked, voice slurred in pleasure. “It’s in my locker.”

James heard a series of bangs that must have been every locker in the changing room, but his mind was on Lily’s tongue, the glide of it from root to tip. She suckled at him before taking him in earnest, bobbing her head expertly.

“Found it!” Sirius called.

James relaxed against the shower wall, and Lily took him all the way down to the base of his cock. James’s hand found the back of her head.

“This doesn’t make sense, Lily doesn’t even like Quidd–“

Sirius stepped into the shower room in time to see James’s eyes rolling back, gripping Lily’s hair, holding her head in place as he came inside her mouth.

There was a moment of silence where James shuddered and Lily stilled, come drooling out of her full mouth.

“Prongs!” Sirius said, scandalized. “You told me you were a virgin!”

James laughed. “Yeah, three years ago–right before you made me come in my pants.”

Lily had heard this a thousand times and would hear it a million more. She pulled off, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “Come on, you ungrateful gits, what’s the point of having two boyfriends if I don’t get any more orgasms?”

Sirius stopped his teasing for a moment to appreciate Lily on her knees. “Alright, Little Red,” his lips turned wicked smile, “Prongsie, whoever gives Lils the most orgasms in the next hour gets fucked next.”

James offered Lily a hand up, eager, “You’re so on.”

Sirius tossed the Map back into the changing room, quickly followed by his clothes and wand.

[samynnad102687]

Quiet in the library

@struttingstag April 5th Prompt: Quiet in the library | 1530 words James/Regulus/Sirius | Warnings: NSFW, blow jobs

James was at the library studying with Regulus for the third day in a row. Regulus wasn't studying though, he was just making James study since he had his NEWTs coming up in a month. It didn't help that Regulus kept biting his bottom lip every time James got the answer correct, which happened quite a lot and the longer they sat there the tighter James' jeans became.

"Reg... if you keep doing that, I'm going to end up launching over this table to ravish your neck until we can get to our secret room," James whisper-yelled across the table after he slammed the transfiguration book closed.

"Aww, baby," Regulus cooed. "Am I distracting you?"

"You know you are." James scoffed as he rolled his eyes.

"Well, maybe having you ravish me in the library is my end goal. Did you ever think about that?" Regulus asked as he batted his long lashes at him and James had to adjust himself in his seat.

"You're the one who wanted me to study." James threw his hands up in the air in frustration.

He didn't know how much longer the blood flow was going to continue to go to his brain before it all travelled south in a hurry. Regulus laughed quietly before he stood up and walked around the table to stand behind James and whispered in his ear as he ran his hand up and down James' chest.

"Ten more minutes and I'll let you do whatever you want when we get back to our room. Okay?" James nodded dumbly.

Regulus straightened and started to walk away.

"Where are you going?"

"To get the last book that you need."

Regulus disappeared into the stacks a minute later. James was trying to calm his body down so he could focus. He could wait ten more minutes. Right? James was about to open the book in front of him again when Sirius appeared and plopped himself down in Regulus' chair with a huff. James gave him a confused look before he started speaking.

"I don't get it," Sirius said as he looked around for a second before he locked eyes with James again.

"Get what?"

"What's so special about Reggie? Well, no, I know what's special about him but why him and not me?" Sirius complained. "What does he do better than I can?"

"What are you talking about?"

"We have been best friends for years and we've done stuff in the past, right?" James nodded. "So why him?"

"Well, for one," Regulus smirked from behind Sirius, who nearly fell out of his chair at Regulus' sudden appearance, "I'm better at sucking cock than you are."

"You are not!" Sirius gasped as he put his hand over his heart in offence.

"Pretty sure the noises you were making the last time I sucked you off prove that I am." Regulus shrugged as he sat down next to his brother.

"That's beside the point," Sirius pouted before he turned away from Regulus, who was quietly laughing, and back to James, who was trying to hide his smile behind his hand.

"Is that why?" Sirius asked, gesturing to Regulus.

"I mean, he is quite an expert at it but that's not the only reason," James replied with a shrug.

"Told you," Regulus taunted as he stuck out his tongue at Sirius who was still pouting.

"What if I prove I'm better?" Sirius asked suddenly with a determined look on his face.

"What?" James choked out. He wasn't sure if he heard him correctly. "Better at what?"

"Sucking cock."

"You really think that you're better than me?" Regulus scoffed as he rolled his eyes.

Now see, James loves Regulus. He really does but he has also fantasised about Sirius in the past. They had done some stuff but it never went any further than making out and fondling each other over their clothes. They were teenage boys who just hit puberty and they were curious. James didn't know what to say. He looked at Regulus for a minute with the question on his tongue but Regulus seemed to have already read his mind.

"It's up to you, Jamie," Regulus said nonchalantly as he leaned back in his chair and gestured to his brother with a lazy wave of his hand.

"So what do you say, James?" Sirius asked hopefully.

"What? Now?"

"Yeah. I mean you're already worked up," James glared at Regulus before looking back at Sirius. "Why not let me help you out?" Sirius finished.

"We're in the library," James remarked aghast.

Regulus stood up and walked around the table again to whisper in James' ear.

"He's not going to let it go until you let him suck you off. Plus, if you let him do that, I'll let you tie me up later. I know how much you love doing that."

James could feel his cheeks heat up and he was sure the three Hufflepuff girls could see it from across the library.

James nodded slowly as a soft 'okay' fell from his lips.

Regulus grabbed his hand to pull him up from the table. James went willingly and followed Regulus without hesitation. He didn't know where they were going but he didn't care.

"Are you coming?" Regulus called back to the table where Sirius was still sitting with a confused look on his face.

Sirius jumped up so fast that he nearly knocked the chair over and walked quickly over to them. By the time they stopped, Regulus had dragged them to a secluded part of the library where they kept the outdated books that they refused to get rid of. Regulus pushed James into one of the armchairs before he ran his hand up James' chest lightly and positioned himself behind the chair but close enough to keep his hands on James.

"Let's see what you got, brother."

Sirius nodded and dropped to his knees with a thud and started to release James' cock from its confines. It sprung up quickly once his jeans and pants were pulled halfway down his thighs. Regulus started to run his ring-clad fingers through James' hair, tugging gently at the roots. James' heart flipped in his chest at the prospect of having both brothers at the same time.

"What are you waiting for, Sirius? He's willing and I can already see him leaking from the tip," Regulus scoffed as he ran his lips along the helix of James' ear, making him shiver with anticipation. "If you don't hurry up, I'm going to kick you out and take care of him myself."

Sirius didn't waste another second and swallowed James down in one go, gagging slightly. James moaned at the sudden wet heat and Regulus put his hand over James' mouth.

"You have to be quiet, baby. This is the library remember," Regulus breathed into James' ear and James nodded before he let out another muffled moan into Regulus' hand.

Sirius started to swirl his tongue around James' cock as he bobbed his head faster and faster. James was starting to see stars at the corners of his vision. Was he better than Regulus? James couldn't tell. He was good with his tongue, James would give him that. He could feel himself crawling to the edge and peering over it. He was teetering and when James went to tell Sirius that he was close, he was cut off by another muffled moan from deep in his throat.

"You're close, aren't you, baby?" Regulus asked, always in tune with James' body.

James nodded as he closed his eyes for a second to focus on the feel of having Sirius between his thighs and Regulus behind him. Regulus removed his hand after another rather loud muffled moan and replaced it with his lips, swallowing the moan that followed.

"Quiet, Jamie. You need to behave if you want your treat," Regulus whispered seductively into James' ear, causing his whole body to shudder and his hips to buck up into Sirius' mouth before he spilt down his throat with no warning.

Sirius swallowed every last drop, licking James clean before he pulled off with a smug grin.

"So?" Sirius asked. "Who's better?"

"I- I don't know," James replied as he looked between the brothers.

James was still coming down from the high of his orgasm as Regulus put him back into his jeans. Regulus was trying to hide his own smug grin as Sirius scoffed and threw his hands up in the air. James was sure if Sirius had a chance to prove it by himself then James might be able to make a decision but he was still reeling from having them both at the same time. Could he have them both at the same time?

Once James had calmed his body down, Regulus grabbed his hand again and pulled him along back to the table to pack up their stuff. Sirius was trailing behind like a sad puppy.

"Good boy," Regulus whispered into James' ear after he pulled him in for a kiss after they left the library.

If the three of them ended up in James' and Regulus' room, that was nobody's business except their own. 

Also posted on Ao3: Library Surprises

[myheadsgonenumb]

Inferno

‘Burn baby burn, disco Inferno, Burn baby burn…’  

The music poured out of the muggle nightclub, along with drunken revellers - giggling girls teetering in too high heels and boys made boisterous by beer. The neon lights flashed in the dark, and cast coloured puddles on the ground … which made Remus’s head spin (for - though it would damage his reputation as the well behaved one, if people knew - he was a drunken reveller too). 

James was getting married next week and the four of them were out on his stag do. They had been kicked out of The Leaky Cauldron because it turned out there was a “no stag” policy (which had never been mentioned before) and so now they were raucously careening through the streets of muggle London. Prongs had some fairy lights wrapped around his antlers and a traffic cone on his head. 

‘This one - let’s go in here,’ Sirius slurred, pointing at the club. A quick confundus charm later and they had got the stag through the door and onto the dance floor, where people screamed and laughed and pointed at the sight of James.

‘Burn baby burn…’ 

Somehow (and Remus was too drunk to be sure how) Sirius and Remus ended up separated from the others. They could just catch a glimpse of sparkling antlers swaying in time to the beat, but could not get through the crowds to reach them… and so they sank, laughing, into a booth.

‘You know,’ Remus found himself saying (and he couldn’t work out how to make himself stop) ‘I always thought you were really good looking.’  

‘I know.’ 

Remus blinked. ‘Wha- what d’ you mean “you know”?’

‘I know you think I’m really good looking. Do you wanna know a secret?’

‘What?’

‘I think you’re really good looking too…’

And then Remus was too drunk to be sure if it really happened … but he thought Sirius leaned forward and gave him a swift kiss on the lips.

‘Disco inferno, burn baby burn…’ 

Word Count: 334

@wolfstarmicrofic

[genderqueer-giraffe]

@jegulus-microfic | may 1: animagus | word count: 333

This was the third time Regulus had found himself in the Forbidden Forest, staring into the eyes of a massive stag, and he was willing to bet it had been the same stag each time. 

He hesitantly approached the animal, careful not to startle it as he reached a hand out toward its head. He began to gently stroke between its eyes as it leaned into his hand.

“Hey,” he said softly. He studied the stag’s face, its soft brown nose and big chocolate eyes that felt so familiar, but he wasn’t sure where he’d have seen them before, other than on the stag itself. 

The stag cocked its head, and suddenly Regulus knew where he’d seen them before. 

“It’s funny, my boyfriend makes that same face,” he mused, smiling lightly at the thought. “You have the same eyes as he does.”

And if he didn’t know any better, he’d have thought that the stag smiled at him. 

Twenty minutes later, he found himself sitting against a tree on the floor of the clearing, the stag lying next to him, curled up against his legs. 

Hours passed peacefully as he studied with the sleeping stag. Eventually, the sun began to set, and he stood up, unintentionally alarming the animal. Its head snapped up, ears at attention. 

“Sorry, I have to go back now,” he said sadly, gesturing back toward the castle. It was almost unnerving how uncannily human the sadness in those chocolate eyes seemed. 

He turned to go, but a familiar voice stopped him. 

“Wait.”

He turned, and jumped a bit, because the stag had disappeared. In its place stood the one and only James Potter. 

“I- what-” Regulus started, but was interrupted when James began to attempt to explain himself. 

“I’m sorry, I was gonna change back but then you just looked so peaceful and I didn’t want to disturb you, I’m sorry, please forgive m-”

It was then that Regulus’ brain finally caught up to him. “You’re a fucking animagus?!”

[isabel-lillah]

april 21 - prompt: run - @jegulus-microfic - word count: 307

Okay, so Regulus might be hiding from his friends right now. But it's for a good reason.

Pandora keeps insisting he's overworking himself with studying for their exams, while Regulus keeps insisting he is not. The rest of their friend group has similar mentality as Regulus (meaning exhaustion doesn't matter as long as you pass the exams), but not all of them can avoid Pandora for the entire afternoon, so Regulus left on his own.

Barty is going to kill him for this once he comes back.

In Regulus's defence, leaving the castle, and Pandora's fussing, was integral to his sanity. He also left a note saying he's taking a walk, so his friends wouldn't have to worry. He figured it was a good enough idea.

What might not have been the best idea, though, was to take the walk in the Forbidden forest. Especially not when he's this exhausted.

Because there's no explanation other than complete exhaustion for staring eye to eye with a stag.

They've run into each other over two minutes ago and have been staring at each other the entire time.

"Pandora's right, I need to go to sleep," Regulus mutters, shaking himself out of the trance, before slowly turning around and tripping.

Before he can hit the ground, a strong body supports him.

"Thanks, deer," Regulus whispers, not knowing whether to find his own joke funny or not. Either way, the stag seems amused, so he decides to count it as a win and never tell a soul he actually said this.

As a stag and an overworked, tired teen started their way out of the forest, Regulus mustered enough energy for one last statement: "You know, deer, you feel weirdly like James. You guys have the same aura."

And if Regulus wasn't so exhausted, he would swear he saw the stag blush.

[my-castles-crumbling]

address - @jegulus-microfic - word count: 179

"So. Are we going to address the elephant in the room?" Sirius asked casually, catching James's arm and holding him back as he made to exit the dorm.

James looked around, grinning a bit, but heart beating madly in his chest. "I only see a stag and a dog, but-"

"No, you prat, I mean the way you've been looking at my baby brother."

James stopped short, looking at Sirius nervously.

"Don't pretend like it isn't true, Prongs," Sirius whispered, smirking a bit.

Contemplating running, James shrugged and looked down. "What's there to say?"

"I'm just wondering when you'll grow a pair and ask him out, is all," the shorter boy answer lightly, snorting.

James met his eyes. "I-yeah? You think I have a chance?"

Sirius gave a laugh. "He smiled at you the other day! Smiled! I haven't seen him smile since we were kids! For him, that's practically a marriage proposal! You two are engaged, didn't you know?"

But James didn't even mind the teasing. Because Regulus has smiled at him. And Sirius was okay with it.

[emlovessid]

november 17, fur, 144 words unofficial jegulus microfics with @onehundredflamingos

“I’ll be honest, when you said you had something to show me, this is not what I was expecting,” Regulus says, stuck halfway between shock and awe.

He’d maybe been expecting a new secret passageway or hidden makeout spot, or maybe even that him and Sirius had given each other tattoos in their dormitory bathroom. He had not been expecting his boyfriend to turn into a literal stag right in front of his eyes.

Once the shock wears off, Regulus takes a tentative step forward. As he reaches up, the stag – James – bows its head to nuzzle into his hand, fingers brushing through the fur between its eyes. The eyes that are still the very same eyes that he’s spent an embarrassing number of hours getting lost in.

“You’re insane, do you know that?” Regulus laughs, the stag huffing like he too is laughing.

[incandescentwarmth]

@jegulus-microfic – May 1 • Animagus • wc 426

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It was finally beginning to feel like spring outside and to say James had been bouncing off the walls of their home would be an understatement. Beyond the holidays, James hated the winter. He was born to be flying around in the sun and lounging shirtless on the grass every day. He couldn’t stand the inescapable cold, gray weather that permeated the world for months. 

This was the first truly beautiful day that both he and Regulus were free and so James convinced his partner they should go on a hike. That is how they both ended up here, on top of a small mountain that they spent the morning climbing. 

It was a gorgeous sight overlooking the land surrounding them, grass green and small patches of wildflowers in the early stages of blooming. The couple sat on the flat surface of a large bolder, arms wrapped around each other, taking in the view while they relaxed. Time passed around them as they enjoyed each other’s company until Regulus finally yawned and James smiled, suggesting it was time to head home.

“Fine, antler up then,” Regulus demanded.

“What?” James responded, a confused look on his face.

“I’m exhausted and you’re the one who talked me into this. The least you can do is let me ride you back down.” James raised both his eyebrows and cocked his head to the side. “Not like that you idiot.”

James chuckled, “Absolutely not. You are perfectly capable of walking back yourself.”

“You do not get to be an animagus and not let me take advantage of it.” Regulus pouted, his eyes taking on a doe look that James always found irresistible. 

“Darling, it is illegal I could go to Azkaban.” This was a stupid argument on James’s part considering how often Sirius and he would turn into animals to cause problems and he knew it.

“Darling,” Regulus mocked in return, “This should be one of my perks for choosing to marry a criminal.”

James rolled his eyes but relented, changing into a great stag before their eyes. The animal stalked forward, choosing to open its mouth and lick a stripe up the side of Regulus’s face.

“James,” Regulus whined.

The stag let out a breathy sound, similar to a laugh, and bent down, bending its front legs so that the other man could climb on. Once Regulus swung his leg over and found hold of the stag’s muscular neck, the two went bounding down through the trees and fields and James remembered why he loved being outdoors so much.

[kittykatkatelol2]

"Charm Bracelet" Jegulus Oneshots

prompt by @jegulus-microfic (prompt: charm)

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Regulus always wore a charm bracelet.

It was the colours of Slytherin house.

And it held charms that were very dear to him.

There was a few from Pandora, and another two from Evan. Some from Barty, a few from Sirius, and a couple from Dorcas.

There were snakes and dark symbols; the symbol of Salazar Slytherin, a dark mark, and a small silver snake. Along with not so dark things; like a small trans flag with mlm heart in the center, and a small black cat charm that looked a lot like Regulus's cat animagi.

There were many others among those, that was just a few.

All these charms had meaning to Regulus in some way or another.

His friends often got him darker things, but Sirius only gave him non-dark things, more along the lines of sweet / cute - well, cute for Regulus.

Then he met James.

James always asked Regulus what this bracelet meant, what the charms meant, etc.

It meant a lot to Regulus, but he couldn't really put it in words, so he always just shrugged and changed the subject.

He found it embarrassing almost, how much he held dear this bracelet, so that was also a factor in his mind.

Regulus walked into his dorm that he shared with Evan and Barty.

He saw on his bed, a small charm.

A small stag next to a cat, with a little heart underneath the two animals.

And a small note next to it.

'I know you love that bracelet, and I thought maybe you'd like this.'

From that day on, that charm was always on Regulus's bracelet, front and center, next to the most meaningful charms.

A small reminder that Regulus was James's, and James was Regulus's.

The bracelet was no longer just a thing that reminded him of his friends and brother, but of his lover too.

And that made it even more special to him.

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[Word count: 303]

[goldenbi]

1966 Quidditch World Cup

@struttingstag 's 3/12/24 prompt: Quidditch Match Fleamont/Euphemia, James character study 286 words - read it on ao3 Warning: Mentions of progressive disease

Fleamont placed a hand of his wife’s low back, helping her into the Quidditch stands. He hadn’t wanted to come, not when he was so close to creating a potion to stop the disease from spreading into her lungs. He could have easily given away the tickets, every wizard in the world wanted to see the Quidditch World Cup.

But Effie was set. She had gripped onto the portkey with a glare and Fleamont just shook his head and followed, just as he had always done.

James raced into the stands, but he was used to his parents slow movements and so raced back and told them he found their seats. They made it in due time and settled in.

“Mum! Look!” James cried, leaping out of his seat. “Here they come!”

Fleamont watched his wife’s face light up as the teams streaked across the sky. Nothing could hold his attention more than his wife and son. Especially not when they were like this: energetic, passionate, excited.

She and James talked about each player animatedly. “That’s Lugo Bagman! He’s a beater like you!” James was completely enraptured, pulling at his mother’s hand and pointing.

“Yes, and that’s Harry Choudry, the best beater in the world,” Effie said, wonder also seeping into her voice.

“Even better than you, Mum?” James asked in disbelief. Like his six year old brain couldn’t comprehend it.

Effie laughed, “Even better than me, Jamie.”

“Wow,” he said, eyes bright. “He must be amazing.”

Effie glanced back at Fleamont, but he was already leaning in. “You’re amazing,” He whispered, kissing her softly.

He could feel her smile and whisper a thank you against his lips before she drew away to watch the game.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 9 - Movie

@jegulus-microfic February 9 Word count 980

Previous part First part

Regulus woke in relative comfort. His wounds had all been healed, and he’d been allowed to sleep. 

His hair was moving strangely, though. He craned his head to get a better look.

James Potter was absentmindedly trailing his fingers through Regulus’s hair.

“Hi,” His voice was cracked and raw. But it was still understandable. James jumped. He hadn’t realised Regulus had woken up.

“Oh, hi. How are you feeling?” James asked, already scanning Regulus for signs of pain. 

“Good. My skin feels a bit tight where the cuts were, but I’m sure that will go away once everything’s fully healed.” James nodded in agreement. 

“Oh, I’m supposed to let them know when you wake up.” James pulled out his wand and cast the patronus charm. A huge regal stag shot out of his wand, casting them in its eerie blue light. “Tell Frank that Reg is awake,” James told the ghostly creature. It galloped away through the wall, and a moment later, they could hear footsteps crossing the floor above them.

Mad-Eye Moody came through the door, glowering at the reclining Regulus. Regulus put all his energy into not recoiling at the sight of him. He refused to give him that satisfaction. 

“I need details, and I need names.” Moody barked at him, getting straight to the point. Regulus appreciated that. He didn’t have the patience for niceties. “And you, I don’t want a peep out of you if I allow you to stay.” He ordered, narrowing his eyes at James. 

“Yes, Mad-Eye. I promise.” Moody looked at the cot Regulus had been sleeping on and waved his wand. Regulus was levitated into the air, and he watched as the cot transformed back into the chair it had been the previous day. He was lowered onto it. Then, the chair scooted itself forward until Regulus was at the table. 

Moody took a scroll of parchment and a quill from his robes and set them on the table. He then looked at Regulus pointedly, waiting for him to begin. 

“I don’t know how.” He stated but added when Moody glared at him, demanding more. “As far as I’m aware, those orders are being left until the last minute. So there are no leaks.”

“Does he think he has a spy in his organisation?” Moody interrupted him. His deeply scared face revealed nothing. 

“I’m not sure. He’s been keeping important information close to his chest more so than usual.”

“Alright. Names?” Moody moved the questioning on, clearly deciding that Regulus didn’t have anything else to offer about the actual attack. 

“Malfoy,”

“Which one?”

“Both.” Moody nodded and made a note on his scroll of parchment. 

“Next.”

“Lestrange,”

“Which?”

“All three,”

“Three?”

“Rodolphus, Rabastan and Bellatrix.”

“Ah yes, she’s a Lestrange now, isn’t she? I still think of her as a Black.” More jotting. “Any more?”

“Crabbe, Goyle, Nott, Lee, Dolohov and Snyde.” He gave as many big names as he could. But left out his friends. Evan and Barty would be safe for now. 

“Hmm,” Moody murmured to himself as he scanned the list. "That’s a good lot to be getting on with. We know about most of these. But Lee and Nott, these are new leads. Well done, Black.” He stood up and made to leave. 

“Wait! What about me? What’s going to happen to me?” Regulus’s eyes darted between Moody and James. 

“Oh, I’ll have someone from the Ministry come and pick you up and take you to Azkaban,” Moody said blandly, carefully rolling up the parchment. 

“Azkaban?” Regulus felt his whole body go numb.

“You’re a death eater, Black. What did you expect?”

“You can’t do that to him!” James broke his promise to keep silent during the interrogation and leapt out of his chair. 

“I can and I will, Potter. He’s killed countless people on our side. Good people.” Moody didn’t even bother to look at them, already planning his next steps. 

“Please, Mad-Eye. There has to be something else. Anything else. Please, please don’t send him there.” James’s eyes had filled with tears at the thought of Regulus sitting in one of the cold stone cells of Azkaban surrounded by dementors. 

There was a sudden banging noise outside the door, and Sirius came barging in with Remus in tow. 

“Where the bloody hell have you been Black?” Moody shouted, already aggravated by James’s outburst. 

“Remus took me to see the new Monty Python movie. We told Alice we wouldn’t be long.”

“I don’t care about minty lizard motive. You’ve been gone for hours!” Moody snapped. 

“It’s Monty Python. It’s a movie, you know, a muggle motion picture. As for time, it’s an hour and a half film, plus the trailers, and I had to get popcorn, and—” 

“Mad-Eye’s trying to send Regulus to Azkaban, Sirius!” James interrupted before Sirius started explaining further.

“WHAT!!!” Sirius bellowed. “I REFUSE TO LET YOU SEND HIM THERE! AZKABAN IS NOT AN OPTION MAD-EYE! I WILL FIGHT YOU OVER THIS!” 

Remus had to grab the back of Sirius’s robes to stop him from launching himself at Mad-Eye.

“Calm down, Sirius. I’m sure we can sort this out.” He turned to Mad-Eye. “Perhaps it would be best to discuss this later when we’ve all had the time to think.” Remus tried to be the voice of reason and stood between the two riled-up men. Moody grunted. 

“Fine. I’ll discuss this with Dumbledore. Get his thoughts on the matter.” He pointed a stubby finger at Regulus. “He does not leave this room. Is that clear?” 

“Crystal,” Remus responded, his tone cooler than usual. 

Four pairs of eyes watched Moody leave the cellar. As soon as the door at the top of the stairs shut, a collective sigh rang out. 

Regulus started shaking. He couldn’t go to Azkaban. James wrapped his arms around him and held him close. 

“Don’t worry, love. We’ll figure it out.”   

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[onehundredflamingos]

@jegulus-microfic

29+30 / permanent+draw / 208 words

“Regulus, did you draw this?” James asked, holding up a cocktail napkin he had found in Regulus’ pocket while he was doing laundry.

It was a sketch of a lion with large stag antlers on either side of its head, the stars making up the Leo constellation dotting its body.

“Hm?” Regulus asked, looking up from the book he was reading. “Oh, yeah, just a doodle while I was waiting for Barty the other night.” He shrugged before turning back to his book.

James looked at the drawing once more before shoving it into his pocket and racing out the door. When he came back home a few hours later, he showed Regulus the exact same drawing, only this time it was against his flesh, taped beneath some plastic film.

“Are you kidding me, James?” Regulus said, peeking at the tattoo. It was an exact replica of his drawing, only colored in a water color style, the stars a black contrast against the rainbow ink of the animals. “You know this is permanent, don’t you?”

Regulus stared into his eyes, concern clouding them, as if James would ever regret his decision to get the tattoo.

“So are we,” was all James said, pressing a kiss to Regulus’ lips.

[underburningstars]

darlin', i'm falling 9

for @jegulus-microfic prompt impulse, wc 245

“Come on, come on, show me. Hurry up,” James laughs as Regulus drags him to their bedroom with little to no patience. 

“Slow down, I’m not going anywhere,” But Regulus doesn’t listen to him. He pushes James inside the room and onto the bed and sits down beside him.

“Shirt off.”

“How bossy,” James chuckles fondly and slowly starts taking his shirt off. He pops one button at a time holding eye contact with Regulus throughout. Regulus does not look amused.

“I cannot believe I have such terrible taste in men,” Regulus deadpans.

James grins at Regulus and shrugs his shirt off. He rises to his knees and turns around on the bed. 

“Oh, it’s beautiful,” Regulus whispers as he touches the edges of the antlers of the stag gently. The stag shakes its head and Regulus smiles at it. “It’s so lovely.”

“I have another one actually,” James says, looking at Regulus over his shoulder. 

“Hm?” Regulus’ eyes dart over his back, “Where?”

“It’s muggle so it doesn’t move. Wait–let me show you,” He turns around to face Regulus again. “Here,” He points right over his heart where the letters ‘R.A.B’ are tattooed in sparkly silver ink. 

Regulus stares at it with slack-jawed awe, “You stupid, impulsive maniac. Why did you get this one?”

James shrugs, “I wanted to. Your name looks nice on my skin.”

Regulus stares at the tattoo a little more before jumping on his arms to kiss him. 

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[starchaserdreams]

Jegulus Microfic: Transform

Regulus tapped James on the shoulder, tipsy as could be without using the undignified word “drunk.”

“James,” he said, “pssst. James.”

James looked over at him, fond, and certainly more sober.

Regulus loved that expression. It was the kind of expression that only James could pull off. Anyone else would be sappy and pathetic. James just looked sexy.

“I saw you transform,” Regulus said into his ear, “it was so cool.” 

He had meant to keep it a secret, but he couldn’t remember why. He hadn’t meant to tell James that he knew. Why was that?

“Transform?” James asked, looking almost nervous. 

Regulus knocked their shoulders, smiling. He hated smiling, but right now, for James, it was fun.

“Yeah, into a stag. That was so cool.”

James’ eyes went wide, wider than Regulus had ever seen them. 

“You- you-” but he didn’t finish the thought, he seemed too alarmed to defend himself. 

But what was there to defend? It was just cool. And sexy.

“Can you teach me?” Regulus asked, cutting off James’ discomfort.

James cocked his head. He no longer seemed nervous.

“Teach you?” he asked. 

Regulus nodded, the room spinning as he did so, but only slightly. He was dignified.

“Yeah. I want to be a cat. I like cats.”

James smiled, and that deep fondness that Regulus loved so much was back. That cuteness that only he could pull off.

“Okay Regulus,” he said, his voice going soft. “I’ll teach you.”

Regulus beamed at him, feeling warm and perfect.

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@jegulus-microfic - 7/24 - 252 words

[kiwi2229]

Soft touch

(James Potter / Regulus Black | 487 words)

For @jegulus-microfic prompt: forest

“Show me,” Regulus demanded when James told him about being an animagi. From the boy’s expression, James couldn't make out what he was thinking. They walked slowly towards the forbidden forest and James was more nervous with each step they took. No one ever saw him in his stag form except the Marauders. He told himself it didn't matter if Regulus won't like Prongs. This can be the only time he sees him. It's not like James is lying in the dorms as a stag. He is not small and cuddly like Padfoot or Wormtail.

When they stopped at the clearing close to the edge of the forest James turns around. Regulus is watching him expectantly and James feels the knot tighten in his chest. Okay, well, so he does care he realised. He cares a lot. Because Prongs is part of James and if Regulus…

"Okay. Let's do this." James says because he wants to get it over as soon as possible.

The second he transforms the other boy takes a quick step back. Prongs lowers his head in disappointment. He should have expected this. He sits down folding his long legs below him. Sometimes James wishes his animagus was also something soft as a dog, so he could snuggle with his friends and play in the dorm. But it always was the case with him. Too much as an animagus, too much as human.

He doesn’t mind taking care of the others during full moons, it’s his role in their little pack. And he took the role gladly. He just wished that once he was the one someone would be soft with.

Prongs lifts his head at the sound of steps. Regulus is slowly approaching him with wide eyes. He crouches in front of him, and his expression softens. “You are beautiful.” he breathes out. And James wants to run around with happiness.

Regulus reaches for him, but he stops a few inches from Prongs’ face. “Can I?” he asks, and James presses his face to the palm of Regulus’ hand.

Regulus chuckles and keeps swiping his hand over his head, scratching behind his ears and antlers. It feels good, so good. James forgets that he should stay still and flops himself on a side so Regulus can also pet his neck, back or belly.

“Okay, careful.” Regulus says because Prongs’ antlers missed him only by a few inches. “Hold on.” Regulus sits beside him and keeps petting him. Prongs is making happy noises.

Regulus frowns for a moment watching the stag in front of him. “You don't get a lot of pets, do you?”

Prongs rests his head on Regulus’ legs sadly nudging him with his snout so the boy would resume petting. He wants to get as much as possible of these soft touches.

“Okay, okay.” Regulus laughs. “It's their loss, you know? You have really soft fur and frankly, you are absolutely cute.”