#starchaser drabble

[cr-amber]

for the @jegulus-microfic prompt: impatient

a little nsfw implied!

“James, I swear to Merlin if you don’t have your mouth on me in the next five seconds-” “Merlin?  You must really be getting impatient,” James laughs. Regulus grabs him by the collar.  “Only because you promised to be sucking my cock over an hour ago.  I’m done waiting.”   Regulus barely has to push at James’ shoulders before he drops to his knees.

63 words!

[here-am-i-sitting-in-a-tin-can]

Sirius, after catching Regulus and James snogging: This is incest!

James: No, it’s not!

Sirius: Yes, it is!

Regulus: We’re not related!

Sirius: And that makes it okay?

Regulus: Well, it makes it not incest!

[hotdamnitsmoony]

my jegulus headcanons <3

when james is overwhelmed, regulus takes him to the room of requirement and they sit in a replica of the potters living room with james’ head in regulus’ lap and regulus reads to him with one hand playing with his hair.

on regulus’ bad days, james lets him be silent if he wants to and fills the room with his random little ramblings which regulus loves, and they’re usually cuddling too.

regulus taught james how to do the curly hair method and does it for him sometimes (he also uses it as an excuse to make james do his hair)

james loves it when regulus is playing piano. he sits and admires his boyfriend fully when he plays, forever in awe of his talent.

regulus always gives a detailed description of whatever book he’s just read to james, and it’s always very passionate. james encourages him and asks questions once he’s done talking.

james and regulus go out flying together all the time, their favourite spot to fly over is a pond they found in the forbidden forrest.

james lets regulus use his back as a canvas sometimes and often falls asleep halfway through. he also lets regulus draw on his hand when he’s nervous.

[heaven4lostgirls]

✧ prompt: precious ✧ @hoziermicrofics ✧ wc: 392

✧ starchaser (regulus black/james potter)

“i can feel you staring.” regulus remarks dryly, not looking up from his book.

james groans softly, sounding somewhat pained which has regulus quirking a brow.

“you’re killing me here reg,” james says strainedly.

regulus frowns, bookmarking his page as he lifts his head to look at james with a befuddled expression.

james is frowning softly, “you’re being very unfair to me.” he declares dramatically and regulus resists the urge to snort.

“and how have i wronged you lord potter?” regulus responds snarkily as his lips tilt up in amusement.

james shakes his head, “you sit there, so achingly beautiful and you expect me not to stare?” james tuts as if regulus should know better.

regulus flushes from the attention, red blooming across his skin as he avoids eye contact with the older boy.

“shut up.” he hisses, embarrassed as his heart thuds harshly against his ribcage.

james sighs lovesick, head being supported by his hands as he gazes lovingly at regulus.

“you are so precious,” he declares, a tone of finality in his statement.

regulus flounders for a response as his mouth gapes for a second, truly unbecoming for a man of his stature.

“you are incorrigible!” he murmurs heatedly, packing up his bags hastily as he tries to speed walk out of the library.

“wait! where are you going?” james clumsily stumbles as he races to catch up.

“to your dorm room, because you can’t sit quietly and i’ll be damned if i let you ruin my reputation.” regulus sniffs haughtily, slowing his walk as he and james walk back together to the gryffindor common rooms.

they walk in silence, james smiling pleased as regulus glares at him annoyedly for cutting his reading time short.

“you do know i meant it right?” james questions conversationally.

regulus pauses, “what?” he asks confused.

“that you’re precious.” james states, as if it’s a fact.

regulus groans under his breath, “whatever” he mutters, trying to move past the topic.

“no,” james insists, “not ‘whatever’, i think you’re precious regulus” he continues.

regulus is fighting the urge to slam james into the wall and kiss him senseless as he clenches his hands around his book.

“i think you’re precious too,” regulus says softly instead, making eye contact with the older boy before looking away almost immediately.

a small smile blooms across both of their faces.

[darkcrowprincess]

@rweoutofthewoods

*Got inspired to write this little scene for your fic prey*

"What about a constellation/star name like my family does?" Regulus offers. At the sound of his voice, James comes into the loo to check on him. James stills and leans on the doorframe at the sight of the(his?) Omega.

Regulus Arcturus Black is for once calm( it's telling by the sweet content smell coming from him), soaking in the tub of warm mineral bath water. Most of Regulus' body is hidden by the water, you can only see Regulus arms and head leaning on one side, laying on a bath pillow. He has a book close to his face hiding his expression, dark curls slicked back with water.

The only other thing you can see is quite obvious. Like a little island in the middle of all that water is Regulus' stomach. It's his round, 5 months pregnant stomach. The sight of it brings something warm and possessive inside James. Both Alpha and just James in general.

Regulus at James' silence, finally lowers the book a little so his storm gray eyes can peak up at him from over the edge of his book. 'His eyes look happy,' thinks James.

"James what do you think?", said Regulus.

Shaking away the thought, James focuses on the now. And the now is Regulus(his Omega he can't think).

"A constellation/star name? Really? I was thinking more of the first thing I called them when I first found out," James jokes playfully. Not being able to stay put anymore, James goes to him. Kneeling right by the tub, James lays his head and arms on the tubs edge.

At that Regulus scoffs, and brings the book back up to hide his face. "We are not calling him oops."

James grins at Regulus, "How do you know it's a him?" James gently lays his hand on Regulus stomach. Soothingly rubbing his thumb along the wet skin.

"Just a feeling," Regulus mumbles shy. Trying to act like the touch is not affecting him, but James has eyes and a nose. The alpha can smell the affect he's having on the Omega, and see the sweet pink flush on his pale cheeks.

"Where did you get the book?" James questioned. Said book is "Book of names for your little witch or wizard."

Regulus turns a page and replies, "Owl ordered it. Was the best one they had. Most popular baby names for witches and wizards for the 80s." Regulus than frowns in annoyance, lowering the book from his face. To James he looks like a grumpy cat. A grumpy cat that makes you want to kiss his nose. James resists the temptation for now.

"Nothing sounds right," Regulus mutters. He hands the book to James, than runs his hands over his stomach. His touching James. As if they both want to sooth the unborn child at the same time. "Names have meaning, and he should have a strong name. Something that can protect him when we can't."

James skims through the book, not really looking. Honestly (and this is crazy, but it's James), the Alpha had already thought of a few names. After the first few weeks (and what a hard time those were) James without realizing it started thinking of a couple of names.

James offers casually, "What about Harry?"

Regulus who was leaning back fully onto the bath pillow, twitches than looks up at James. "Harry?" James smiles as Regulus sounds out the name. "Harry if it's a boy, and maybe Effie if it's a girl," continues James.

Regulus squints his eyes at James in thought. James babbles on nervous. " Effie is obviously for my mom. And well the name Harry just fits you know. At first it sounds like a normal name, but when you look up the meaning, it means strong. War god. Someone who has strength. And you were right, our baby could use all the-."

James is stopped from his babbling by Regulus, who puts soft wet fingers to his lips.

"I like it."

"You do?" James smiles at his nod. Finally them agreeing on something.

James kisses Regulus fingers in happiness, causing again for Regulus to blush.

Than wanting to be bold(Gryffindors, give them an inch and they take a mile), James leans over to Regulus round stomach and kisses near the belly button. "Hear that baby? You'll name will be Harry."

Regulus is trying not to smile, but do to hormones the Omega is failing.

To his Alpha he says, " Harry James Potter."

James looks back up at him in shock, but the shock on his face quickly turn to pure happiness and some other unnamable second emotion (it's love, neither of them dares to admit that. Even to themselves).

And because that causes James so much happiness, he leans over to kiss his Omega right on the mouth. His Omega kisses right back and than some. For now all is well for the three of them.

[pages-and-1nk]

James perpetually thinking he’s too much for everyone around him, always trying to dull himself down, cut the most unappealing parts of his personality off to make himself easier to swallow, to digest.

Regulus who never feels like he’s doing enough, who’s scrambling with messy, broken, fingers trying to salvage every relationship he’s ever had. Who looks in the mirror and can’t see past the hollowness in his eyes, the emptiness in his expression, trying to find a way to fill it.

James who gives Regulus the unsavoury parts of himself, the parts people find annoying, Regulus who takes them in the palm of his hands and uses them to fill the gaping hole in his own heart.

Until neither of them are too much or too little, rather just right.

[we-r-loonies]

OKAY SO IMAGINE.

sirius has dragged regulus to a club, against his will. it's practically a hostage situation. and then, sirius ditches him to dance, yelling something indecipherable in his ear.

regulus is by the bar, sipping a fruity cocktail and rolling his eyes when people attempt to hit on him.

"baby black in a club? i really have seen everything now," james crows, sitting beside him and ordering a vodka coke.

"oh, piss off, potter."

james doesn't, and laughs. regulus seriously considers shoving the man off of his stool.

he drains his drink too quickly, without wincing, "come dance with me, baby black,"

"i dont dance,"

before he can protest further, james' fingers are intertwined with his own and hes being pulled into the thrum of grinding, drunk bodies.

james moves easily to the rhythm of the music, shaking his hips and flailing around. regulus finds himself smiling, purely because james is an idiot.

not because james' t-shirt is cropped just high enough to flaunt a glittering stud in his belly button. not because his smile is wide, and brighter than a million suns. not because the man has weirdly soft hands, and those hands are now resting on regulus' waist as if they were built to fit there.

IMAGINE!!!

[sommerregenjuniluft]

@jegulus-microfic january 9 - write - 946words - feat. fem!harry because i was craving girldads

(this one also esp goes out to @veryinnovative)

“Papa?”

“Yes, mon chou?” Regulus responds, shaking a curl out of his eyes to look over his shoulder as he keeps stirring.

Harrie is still bent over her artwork, crayon held in a tight fist, pigtails standing askew with half her hair falling out of them and in her little face anyways.

“Will you help me write my name?”

Regulus lowers the temperature of the stovetop to let the sauce simmer as he puts on the lid, “Of course. I’ll be right there.”

He crouches down to check the potato wedges and veggies in the oven, satisfied when they look according to the alarm he set, and gives his hands a quick rinse before he saunters over to his daughter.

The soles of his plush slippers are a faint noise against the whirring of the oven and the soft bubbling of the pot. The air smells warm and cozy with the home-cooked meal and the drying clementine peels that are still on the table from Harrie’s earlier snack.

Regulus bends over her to regard her painting, nose buried into her wayward hair, inhaling. It smells like her Strawberry Shortcake (the kid’s show) shampoo, like James’ cologne and still that distinct brand of baby that Regulus is utterly obsessed with and hopes she never loses. Well, at least as long as she’s small enough for him to still pick her up.

Harrie is unperturbed, keeps drawing little blue petals around a flower besides what Regulus assumes must be their cat, Mochi. Or maybe a very oversized ant. His little artiste.

“Can I give you a kiss?” Regulus mumbles into the crown of her head.

“Yup.” 

Harrie squeals when Regulus plants a loud smooch on her chubby cheek. She smells like grapes and walnuts there too. James must’ve packed them for her lunch in kindergarden.

She tapers off into a hearty giggle when Regulus keeps peppering kisses before he lets himself fall into the kitchen chair beside her.

“So,” Regulus says pointedly, making a show of granting her his undivided attention.

Harrie nods her head, making little, silly Mhm-mhm-mhm noises. Like she’s trying to convey the importance of what follows. Or like she has a tune stuck in her head. Regulus bets his money on both.

He grins, tucking a strand behind Harrie’s ear that just falls right back into place. “Where do you want your name?”

A tongue pokes out of the corner of his daughter’s mouth and she turns her pen to point at the top edge with the end of it, “Right here.”

“Alright.”

Harrie chooses another color for her signature and then they begin to write together.

“An H. Huh—as in house,” Regulus makes, Harrie repeating the sound automatically. “Two straight lines down and then one across the middle. Good job.”

“Then Ay,” Harrie continues. The beginning of the alphabet she’s already got memorized.

“That’s right, mon chou.”

“Ha-rrr.”

“An R—that’s a straight line, with a bump on top and a leg on the bottom. That’s it. We need another one of those, remember? Your name has two.”

Just as Harrie sets onto the next letter Regulus hears a car rumble up into their driveway, head instinctively swiveling around to the window.

When he looks back down the second R isn’t entirely correct. “Whoops—look, this one has its leg on the wrong side, honey.”

“Oh,” Harrie makes, eyebrows rising, and she goes to grab her eraser.

She corrects her letter and then proceeds to draw the I without prompting from Regulus, adding a wonky heart on top.

“Good job. And an—”

“E–like eeeraser,” his daughter sings, adding the three horizontal lines to the last letter, right as Regulus hears a keychain jingle against the front door.

Harrie is now drawing a little star next to her name as James comes into the kitchen with Mochi in his arms, a leaf sticking to his paw.

“Daddy,” Harrie yells, scrambling down from her chair and hasting into James’ arms, Mochi already fleeing for his cat tree, presumably.

James hums delightedly, smiling as he squeezes their daughter to his chest, “Mm, mi amorcito.”

He’s still in his coat and beanie from outside, glasses fogging up—though luckily for him, he’s had the mind to slip out of his boots at least.

Harrie rubs her palms along James’ stubbled jaw when they pull apart, making him chuckle. “Missed me?”

“A little,” Harrie shrugs.

“Oh, only a little, huh?” James challenges, whisking Harrie up and whirling her around in the air, twirling himself and making her scream with joy.

He sets her against his hip after he successfully lost one of her hair ties on his little escapade, never to be found again or for Mochi to play with.

“Smells amazing, love,” James says warmly, gazing at Regulus before helping Harrie gently pull out the other hair tie too.

Which reminds him Regulus to check on the sauce again. 

He smiles sweetly at his husband and wanders back over to the counter, grabbing the lid with a kitchen mitten and stirring the thickening sauce as he gets hit by its savoury tang and hint of black pepper and parsley.

At his back he hears Harrie and James babbling, conversing about something or the other as she takes her seat again. Something about finger paints and Ron and tea cup and pee accident.

Regulus is just stretching to get some plates when there’s strong arms wrapping around him from behind, prompting his lips into another immediate smile.

“Mi vida,” his husband mumbles, pressing a soft kiss behind Regulus’ ear.

James is warm and smells like caramel latte and outside air and the same hint of cologne found in their daughter’s hair.

[wowyoulikeflowers]

Sirius Black 100% has a ton of fears he nonchalantly expands upon that are from abuse; a fear of small spaces from being locked in a closet or a fear of wands being pointed at him suddenly, but he always explains it and then moves on, so his friends are used to it/don't think much of it.

then one day, while they're out and about doing gay wizard things, Sirius starts freaking out. like, screaming, panicking, crying, Freaking Out. they calm him down, take him back to their dorm or something, and ask what happened. he quietly mumbles, "I saw a squirrel." they sit and wait for him to explain, but he absolutely refuses to. they bribe him, James uses his puppy eyes, they even get Lily in on it because she's always able to get information out of someone. nothing. they hesitantly move on and all decide to try and help Sirius avoid squirrels from now on, thinking it's so traumatizing for him he can't even joke about it like normal.

a few months later, James and Regulus are dating and they update him on all of Sirius' fears from his childhood so he can help them with it, and they mention squirrels. Regulus stops, looks at them, and laughs so hard he genuinely pulls an abdominal muscle. he eventually calms down and explains that, when they were younger, the Black brothers and sisters were playing outside somewhere and saw a squirrel. all five of them approached it, and it backed up and ran until it caught sight of Sirius. for whatever reason, that squirrel decided to chase Sirius. it scrambled after him, chattering away, and even managed to scratch his ankle.

and to this day, Sirius is terrified of squirrels.

[sincerely-yours-rab]

regulus 'stays awake til 4am' black and james 'wakes up before the sun' potter

regulus, who sees the night as inviting, quiet, comforting, reminding him of the only times he'd truly feel safe at home, his escape from the unending scrutiny of his parents, his respite past midnight that was his and his alone

james, who sees the dawn as a gift, a sliver of that childish charm always present in the way he can't seem to keep his eyes closed until sun's up, eager like a kid on christmas to embrace the present day

and the both of them who steal that rare chance to watch their lover peacefully sleeping during each of these times

[goth1c-pinki3-pi3]

James checks that no one is in the corridor when he goes into the unused classroom, and opens the map. “I solemnly swear I'm up to no good,”.

The map opens, showing everyone in the castle, but there was only one name James was focusing on. Regulus Black. Smirking, he checks to make sure Regulus is alone.

He’s at the black lake, closer to the forbidden forest than hogwarts. James smiles and wonders if he has his sketchbook with him, if Regulus was sitting there sketching plants and animals from the forest.

Putting on his invisibility cloak, James quickly mutters “mischief managed,” and closes the map before he runs off to the lake trying not to giggle like a love sick ten year old.

Slowing down as he gets closer to the lake, James spots Regulus. He did indeed have his sketchbook like James had thought, but he wasn’t using it. He seemed asleep, peaceful.

James slipped off his cloak, folding it and setting it next to Regulus’ sketchbook. Setting the map on the cloak, James takes off his glasses and puts them on top of the map.

Looking at Regulus’ face, he wishes he kept his glasses on for a little bit longer to imprint his face into his memory. Sighing wistfully, James admires Regulus a little longer.

Pushing himself back, James lays his head on Regulus’ lap. Placing his hand into Regulus’ hand, James thinks that nothing can go wrong. That he’d be content to stay there forever.

Laying down with his Reggie.

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I like, vaguely spell and grammar checked this. English is my first language but not my best. I wrote all this down in class, my B for the mistakes, don't bring up my mistakes.

[fiendishfyre]

Okay, it starts off with Sirius taking James to the astronomy tower to show him the stars and constellations, etc. It's their thing, Sirius quizzes James on it, Sirius tells him the stories associated with it.

They do when need a break from life and stress.

Years pass and James goes into hiding with Lily and Lil Harry. James wants Sirius there, he needs him to keep him sane.

"I can't look up at the night sky and find comfort if you're not there."

Sirius gives him a pained look. Sirius can't look to his side and find James missing from it.

They are each other's safe place. But things are the way they are. But it doesn't mean he can't give something to James. He gets a clear quartz crystal pendant and carved a star in it and imbues it with just enough of his magic for james to sense it.

"You carry a part of me, always, Jamie, but here's something to physically hold to when you're losing yourself in the starry night, I'll be there, trust me. Watching, holding on to everything you've given me." They kiss. Lily smiles at them, holding a small Harry.

That awful night happens and Sirius doesn't even have time to properly mourn his love before he's spirited away to Azkaban. Years pass, he escapes and he goes to the abandoned, dustry home, knowing he'd find little to nothing there.

Except the crystal pendant. His magic gone, instead replaced with James'. Though barely there, it's still humming to Sirius.

The night sky becomes slightly more bearable to look up at once again.

[hotdamnitsmoony]

regulus “my words shoot to kill when i’m mad, i have a lot of regrets about that.” black

james “but it’s never too late to come back to my side.” potter

[murderoushagthesequel]

Breaking Bread

from @jegulus-microfic's prompt, break (96 words)

i had another idea for this one but it was a bit too personal so here, have some more fluff. the other one was actually going to be angst (shocker ik) but maybe another time <3

Breaking bread. What a quaint term. A Black would never be caught dead "breaking bread." That's the way Regulus was raised. Everything is very clean and formal. Dinner is an event, not some casual family get together.

And yet, as he sits here now in the warm light of the Potter's kitchen, watching the way James' eyes gleam looking at him across the table. As he looks down at the bread he just broke. He decides to break all those values he was taught.

Why would he follow them when this is everything he's ever wanted?

[idrownedforyou]

❝𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘺 christmas, jamie, how i love you so 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝.❞

❝feliz navidad, reg,❞ james mutters against regulus' skin, drunk on alcohol and love. regulus sighs. he kisses james' forehead, pushing away hair cursed to be eternally untamed.

❝it's joyeux noël, jamie,❞ reg whispers.

❝i love you too,❞ james mumbles, already fallen asleep.

[herlittlel0ve]

More jeggie

James, Remus, and Sirius are all sitting in the library studying... well Remus is studying. Sirius has they're leg's up on the table twirling his wand with his fingers while inspecting his nails on his other hand; and James was studying or at least attempting before his mind started wandering to a certain Slytherin again.

James had his head down rereading the same page that he's been on for the past 10 minutes when out of nowhere two freakishly cold hands obstruct his view of the page. His mind was running through the possible hands that could be covering him when the person leaned in and he got a whiff of lavender. Settling in and resting his back against the persons chest he breaths in "Hey love" he whispers breathlessly and hears a giggle in return. The hands are removed from his face and are now linked together across his chest as the person leans in more resting his weight on James. "How'd you know it was me?" Regulus asks looking down at his boyfriend "smelled lavender" James answers truthfully ever to give Regulus what he desires. "Hmm" was his only answer as he dipped his head down unhooking his arm so to hold James chin in place to kiss him. "UGH MY EYES" Sirius all but screeches covering his eyes with his arm all while flailing around. All Regulus does is roll his eyes and give James another quick peck returning his arms to they're place back on his boyfriends chest. "I missed you" he says while bending down so his mouth is right behind James ear utterly driving him insane "hmgm missed you too" he responds "ugh stop being disgusting" "shut the fuck up Sirius you act like you aren't begging Remus to bend you over every flat surface 24/7" Sirius's ears go pink and Remus's entire face looks like it's been set on fire " if you can eye fuck at any given time then I'm allowed to kiss my boyfriend in front of our friends" Regulus continues this causes Sirius to look at James and mouthe "brotherfucker" James all but cackles and almost knocking Regulus over as he threatens to fall out his chair at any moment "not yet" he replies back and almost automatically starts all over again due to the look on Sirius face.