#this is how jegulus works

[beesunshiny]

If you’ve ever found yourself thinking “how tf could Jegulus ever work??”/“how do people make it make sense??”

Then you’ve come to the right place, allow me to explain in simplest terms:

1. James has a degradation kink

2. Regulus has a praise kink

Thank you for coming to my TEDtalk!

[courfee]

oby jeggy is a different kind of dsfkdsf so here is them from the first fic in that series, i will touch you with my mind by my love @itsjaywalkers

[moonyswarmsweaters]

James: can you please be more sensitive to your brother? Regulus: I can be sensitive.

Sirius, walking out of the bathroom in panic: I just found a gray hair!

Regulus: Congrats, grandma.

Sirius:

James: Way to be sensitive.

[residentrookie]

duty calls!

***a hockey jegulus microfic, 1k words (cw: blood, broken nose resetting)***

as soon as regulus hears the crack, he knows what he has to do.

the opponent’s stick came flying out of nowhere, a direct hit to james potter’s perfect— in regulus’ esteemed opinion— nose, making his head snap back with the force of the hit. the blood gushed instantly, hot and red and angry as it streamed over his mouth and down his chin, so there was really no question.

broken. 100% broken.

after a lifetime spent watching hockey, and briefly playing it before deciding it was not for him, regulus hardly bats an eye at the casual violence of the sport anymore. still, seeing the his boyfriend’s face break repeatedly as the hit is replayed from different angles on the jumbotron makes him wince— simultaneously sympathyic and empathetic, since he’s experienced the sensation himself before. it’s not pleasant. not that james is likely to waste time wallowing over something as insignificant as a broken nose, especially when they still have a game to win. as if to prove regulus’ point, james’ team pulls him away and launches at the player retroactively, giving regulus a perfect view of james’ face, or more specifically the blood staining his white teeth red as he grins devilishly at the player, unfazed and undaunted. the game starts back up as soon as james’ blood has been wiped up from the ice.

when the buzzer sounds, releasing the teams for their second intermission, regulus calmly stands and makes his way toward the locker room. duty calls.

“players and staff only,” the security guard tells him at the door.

“just tell them regulus black is here,” regulus says wearily. “they’re expecting me.”

the security guard looks at him suspiciously before disappearing inside, likely looking forward to returning and telling regulus he’s welcome to fuck right off.

regulus sighs heavily. oh the things he does for james potter.

the door opens quickly, and the thoroughly confused looking security guard re-emerges to usher him inside.

it takes him all of one second to locate james, even though he’s almost completely obscured by medical staffers making attempts to set his nose. he waves them off agitatedly before catching sight of regulus approaching. regulus knows james forgets his nose is broken because he smiles before his brain can remind him how poor of an idea that is— what the warning signs failed to do, the pain takes care of seconds later. he instantly winces, which likely hurts just as bad, and regulus hurries towards him.

“stop that, you idiot,” he hisses fondly, kneeling before james. he settles his hands on his knees, looking up at the bruised face before him.

“canb heb it,” james returns incomprehensively. there are two long wads of toilet paper stuffed up each nostril to slow the bleeding. regulus knows that’s all james would let them do until he got here. “‘m habby to see ew.”

“yeah i’m habby to see ew too,” regulus mocks him teasingly. “be happier if i didn’t have to do this shit anymore. don’t you know better than to get in the way of some asshole’s stick? you’re supposed to be a fucking professional!”

james looks affronted. “he swunb ah me.” he points to himself for emphasis.

“yeah, yeah,” regulus mumbles, knowing he’s putting off the inevitable.

“ew ready?” james asks him.

“are you?” he returns, deflecting. james almost smiles again, but nods for him to continue.

“hold on,” a physical trainer, new by the look of him, cuts in from behind. “he’s setting your nose?” the disbelief in his voice echoes around the room. regulus might feel offended if he didn’t also agree with this sentiment.

“he has to,” peter, their goalie replies harshly. as if the medical professional is the crazy one here.

the poor guy looks around helplessly, suddenly the recipient of every players harsh glare.

“but he’s—“ regulus assumes he’s about to say ‘some random fucking guy’ before switching tactics, speaking directly to regulus. “do you even have the proper training?” he demands.

“does doing this four times before count as the proper training?” he returns dryly. the staffer looks surprised at this, so regulus graciously fills in the blanks as quickly as possible.

“look, it’s not you. it’s a superstition thing. i set his nose during a game once in a very desperate situation years ago and then, unfortunately for me, they won. when it happened again, james insisted i do it again and they won. again. they’ve won every game i’ve had to set it. so naturally…”

the staffer nods, eyes awash with new understanding. “you have to do it now. right. no, i get it. just um. do your thing, i guess.”

with that semblance of approval, regulus turns back around to face james.

regulus reaches up, eyes locked on the crooked nose before him. he breathes, knowing the exact motion he needs to make, his hands far too familiar with the bloody job for his liking. if it were anyone else, anyone in the entire world, he’d be miles away from this locker room, far removed from the blood and gore and messiness. but the task of caring for james falls firmly and unquestionably under his jurisdiction.

james’ eyes stay trained on him, pupils blown wide from pain or perhaps something else entirely.

regulus looks into them, notes the complete trust pooling in those dark brown irises, and nods quickly to himself. then, in one fast motion, he pulls the nose down with just enough force to emit a small “pop” as the cartilage slots back into its proper place. james’s barely even winces, eyes still trained on regulus.

“good?” regulus asks, moving james’ face side to side to inspect for any more damage.

“gub,” james replies calmly.

regulus makes to stand when james’ hands latch onto his wrists possessively. “ew forgot someding.”

regulus can’t keep the smile from his face even as he rolls his eyes. he knew exactly what he was “forgetting” to do. but it is, however, a sacred and crucial part of this tradition. he leans down and captures james’ lips in as chaste of a kiss as he can manage in a lockerroom full of hooting men while still maintaining a shred of his dignity.

james’ eyes sparkle when he pulls away.

“now go win this, potter,” regulus orders him as he backs away.

this time, james doesn’t let the pain stop him from grinning back.

they win the game.

[ultravioletbrit]

“threat” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 588 words

It started slowly, so slow and subtle that it took a while for James to notice. But now it was becoming blatantly obvious.

Regulus was glued to James’ side. Wherever they were, Regulus would always sit as close as possible to James. At parties or gatherings, Regulus would drape himself over James, sit in his lap, and share deep—bordering inappropriate—kisses.

None of these things were ever unwelcome or unwanted, which was another reason James never really noticed.

Until it became excessive and increasingly suggestive. Again, nothing James didn’t enjoy, he’d just rather enjoy it privately and not with an audience.

It took James a while to figure out when and why Regulus would get like this but finally James figured it out.

Lily.

Regulus would get overly affectionate whenever Lily was there. Even more so if Lily was close to James.

It wasn’t until Regulus had almost overshared details about their sex life that James knew he needed to do something.

“…and after several minutes of that, James loves it when I—"

“Okay!” James quickly cuts Regulus off. “Reg, will you come with me for a sec?”

James takes Regulus to his room and sits on the edge of the bed with him.

“What’s going on, Reg?” James asks softly, taking both of Regulus’ hands.

“What do you mean?” Regulus says feigning innocence.

“Reg.” James says gently, and Regulus just huffs. “You know Lily’s not a threat to you, right?” Regulus purses his lips and looks down at his lap. James puts his fingers under Regulus’ chin lifting his head to look directly into his eyes. “Regulus, she’s not a threat to you.” James says softly but firmly.

“I know.” Regulus whispers weakly.

“Do you?”

Regulus sighs deeply. “My head knows that.” He looks away again. “I don’t think my heart knows that yet.” He mumbles.

James is silent for a moment, just rubbing the back of Regulus’ hands. Finally, James takes a deep breath.

“I’m not going to deny that I used to have feeling for Lily.” Regulus looks back at James, sadness taking over him face. James squeezes his hands reassuringly. “And I won’t deny that now she’s a very good friend.” Regulus furrows his eyebrows. “But I haven’t had romantic feelings for Lily in a very, very long time.” James reaches up to smooth out the lines on Regulus’ forehead then lets his hand settle on Regulus’ cheek. “And I want your heart to know, that my entire heart belongs to yours. And it has for a very, very long time.”

“I know.” Regulus mumbles again after a moment.  

“I know your head knows that…” James says as he pulls Regulus onto his lap.

Regulus sighs. “My heart wants to, it’s just…” Regulus trails off.

“I know.” James tells him.

“Do you?”

“Yeah. I do.” James whispers. “And I plan on loving you for a very, very long time. Your heart will get there. I’m not worried.” James smiles.

James lets his hands fall to Regulus’ hips and Regulus leans forward to rest his forehead against James’.

“I’m sorry.” Regulus mutters quietly.

“You have nothing to apologize for, love.” James tells him then leans back slightly to look at him. “But maybe tone down the affection just a bit when we’re in public.” Regulus rolls his eyes and James squeezes his hips. “There are some things I want just for myself.” James pulls Regulus closer and kisses him deeply. It would almost be bordering inappropriate, but they’re not in public anymore, so James deepens the kiss even more.

[kradncsmj]

James is a better person than me because if i went to the house that me and my loml planned on having and see “Hang painting here?” after he dies ill be like “What if i hang myself right here, right now, huh”😭

[prongss78]

[eastons-creations]

I have once again fallen for the twink whos a bit of a sarcastic asshole and the guard dog who’s just a cinnamon role.

Wolfstar and Starchaser by @syrcinus

Jayvik by @heyitsnaardi

[outromoony]

Let me seduce you with my encyclopedic knowledge of the Marauders fandom.

[ilovejamespoterr]

me laying in bed reading jegulus fanfics all day long

[calamitoustide]

james potter as a line cook who blasts songs like Yeah! by USHER in the kitchen at 10 am every single morning and regulus as a server who's just trying to get through his shifts without crying in the walk in

[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

[maladaptivewriting]

being on marauders tumblr has made me realize that a lot of people would actually share anne rice's (terrible) opinion about fanfiction if they didn't write fanfic themselves.

[accio-sriracha]

My contribution to the Marauders fandom is dissappearing every few months out of the year only to reappear and absolutely demolish everyone's feelings with horrific amounts of angst in a suspiciously short time period.

[ultravioletbrit]

coming out of my cave just to finish and post a little bit of smutty jeggy 🤭

Good Morning, Mr. Potter

snippet: Regulus doesn’t loosen his hold on James until James is gently laying him down on his bed. Regulus wastes no time and shimmies out of his slacks and briefs and James quickly removes his joggers. As frantic as they were just a moment ago, things seem to slow down a bit as James steps back to admire Regulus sprawled out on his bed. Normally such direct and blatant attention would make Regulus want to hide away, curl in on himself or move things along quickly to avoid these moments. But instead, he finds himself staring back at James with just as much adoration. James’ gaze is so intense Regulus feels like he might burst into flames and still he has no desire to break the moment. He’s happy to lay here and burn if James is the one setting him on fire.

E : 5.2k

[ecoterrorist-katara]

I’m so tired of wlw background ships in mlm fandoms.

mlm shippers almost never develop wlw ships to the degree that the audience feels invested in them. The conflict and character development and love story rely on tropes rather than actual narratives, yet fandoms act like they’re doing wlws a favour by shoehorning in this shitty “representation” when it’s just golden retriever x black cat over and over and over again in different fonts.

To be clear I don’t blame anyone for not having big wlw ships, because most major media out there do not have two fully fledged female characters you can ship together. If you want to write mlm ships, good for you! If you want a lazy wlw ship in the background, that’s fine! But don’t act as if the fandom actually cares about them, or that anyone did the legwork to make them characters that you can care about. Most of these female characters are never properly developed in the canon source material, and they’re almost never properly developed in the fanon material either. You can always tell by how these women are like, one archetype + gay (sporty gay, feisty gay, slutty gay etc, like some kind of gay Spice Girls). Yet fandoms just love to act like these background wlws mean so much & have the best love stories & everyone just should ship them. It’s all so performative.

wlws are not an aesthetic. wlws are not 2D happy couples to round out your queer utopia, a queer utopia that somehow still manages to foreground men. Women are always treated as 2D characters in narratives, except now there’s a subgenre where these 2D women are gay. Groundbreaking.