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Sirius: Just please, James. Do not hit on my brother when you meet him.
James, confused: Alright, Pads. Why would I?
Sirius: No offense, mate, but you have a type.
James, still confused. A type?
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Regulus, rolling his eyes: Fuck off, Potter.
James, with heart eyes: Marry me.
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cieloculto · 1 day
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jegulus fucking and regulus is a blubbering, sensitive mess getting overwhelmed by james stamina and strength so he tries to crawl away only for James to simply pull him back by the waist or ankle saying “where do you think you’re going, love?”
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ecstarry · 2 days
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@jegulus-microfic / football / 768 words / @bellaxisworld i love you
--- here's a little kiss cam brainrot <3
"But I hate football, you know this," Regulus reiterated to a very persistent Remus over the phone.
“I know, but Sirius can’t make it and he doesn’t want the tickets to go to waste. It’s just one game,” Remus remarked with a hint of something that Regulus couldn’t quite place. 
That’s how he ended up at a Saturday sports match, hoping the players were hot; at least he would be entertained that way. He approached his seats and yelled Remus’ name, but someone else turned around: James.
“Reg? Why are you here? I thought I was meeting Siriu-” Regulus interrupted him, only a Potter could manage to insult him as he was greeting him.
“Nice to see you too James, well I thought I was meeting Remus. So you were also not who I expected to see.”
Before James could give a proper response, they both got a notification on their phone. Regulus looked at his screen to read Remus' quick text: Sorry, can’t make it. Have fun.
“I’m going to kill him,” Regulus mumbled. 
“Sirius just canceled on me. I’m guessing you got stood up too?” James asked kindly, but only received a mean glance in response.
In silence, they took their seats. Regulus was beyond pissed. How could Remus do this to him? He thought for a second that they might’ve been set up, but he thought this ruse was a bit dramatic even for Sirius’ standards.
“Do you like football?” James asked, breaking the silence.
“Detest it,” Regulus replied tersely, still too upset to entertain James’ attempt at conversation. When his brother’s best friend asked if he wanted anything to drink, he simply declined in a polite and quick manner.
But when James returned with his favorite treats and a wide smile to his seat, he couldn’t remember what he was upset about. Regulus felt a discreet blush work its way towards his cheeks as James handed him his favorite candy.
“Sirius mentioned you liked this, so I figured that if you were stuck with me and in a place you don’t want to be, you might as well get a sweet treat, no?” James said casually, as if remembering someone’s favorite candy was nothing.
To Regulus, it was such a significant gesture, but he couldn’t help but feel a little pathetic by how such a simple token could make him feel so warm. If he was honest, maybe it had more to do with who was giving him that attention than the piece of candy itself, but that was not the time to process that.
The game continued, and to Regulus's surprise, he found himself having more fun than he had expected. While Remus would have been good company, James was captivating in his own way. Despite not being a fan of football, Regulus made an effort to stay informed about the current games. A fact that he deliberately kept from James as the other man’s eyes lit up explaining everything. He never expected to be so absorbed in James’ words or thoughts or lips or eyes or arms or smile...
 Oh god, when did James Potter become so attractive?
“Regulus?” His name coming out James’ lips took him out his trace.
“Yes?”
"Kiss cam," James said, pointing at the screen in front of them. There they were, the two of them, with a crowd surrounding them, chanting for them to just kiss. Regulus felt as if seconds extended into hours as James's hand gently cupped his chin, his eyes silently asking for permission. An inaudible yes left Regulus's lips as the distance between them evaporated.
His hand instinctively reached for James' shirt, pulling him closer as if their lips touching was still too far a distance to bridge. He allowed himself this moment, the touch of an angel on a broken man. Every crevice of doubt within him was filled with warmth as James kept asking for more with his tongue. James parted slightly, and the absence of his lips made Regulus remember himself. Embarrassed, he started to pull away, but James held him tightly, his hands not leaving Regulus' face.
Regulus bravely opened his eyes to face the regret that was sure to be all over James’ face, but instead he found something else— something sweet and soft, something only honey eyes like James’ could convey. He was still light-headed from James’ touch, he couldn’t make sense of just how long he had been given access to heaven. 
But the reality remained: he had just kissed James Potter, who seemed just as delighted to have kissed Regulus Black.
Maybe football wasn’t that bad.
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starchaserdreams · 1 day
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Of course James would fall for Regulus. He canonically adores Sirius and likes Lily being mean to him and who combines both of those things perfectly?
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lulublack90 · 2 days
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Prompt 27 - Diplomacy
@jegulus-microfic April 27, Word count 760
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He couldn’t believe Regulus was just going along with it. The boy’s hands were in his hair, nails scraping against his scalp. He’d never felt anything like it. James needed him to be closer, needed to feel him. So, without warning, James put his hands under his skinny thighs, and lifted him into the air, using the wall to take some of the pressure off his arms, he held Regulus. 
Regulus let out a small gasp as his feet left the floor. James had fully expected to be punched, but Regulus reacted positively. He wrapped his legs around James’s waist and deepened their kiss with his newfound height. 
James felt his whole body melting. He wanted to stay in this moment forever. Nothing mattered, only the boy in front of him. 
They broke apart, panting, hearts racing, gulping down air into their oxygen-starved lungs.
“Hi,” James smiled at him, tilting his head, so he could look into those sparking eyes. 
“Hi,” Regulus murmured back, the hint of a smile playing at the corner of his mouth. James let his head thump forward into Regulus's chest and Regulus tangled his fingers still further into the short unruly curls. He angled his head and pressed open-mouthed kisses into Regulus’s neck.   
“What the bloody hell are you doing?” They froze as Sirius’s voice broke the silence of their corridor. “Get your hands off my brother!” James and Regulus looked at each other this was not going to go well. James tried to convince himself that all they needed was a little diplomacy, but with Sirius’s hot temper and Regulus’s sharp tongue, it would be a challenge to keep them quiet enough not to get caught out of bounds after curfew. 
Slowly, he lowered Regulus to the floor, and together they turned and raised their hands to Sirius.
“Why are you raising your hands?” He asked Regulus, confused. 
“I wasn’t sure which brother he was referring to, so I thought I’d better be safe.” He shrugged. James let out an almighty snort and had to bury his face in his arm to quell the laughter.
“Put your hands down you idiots.” Sirius rolled his eyes at the pair. “I came looking for you when I noticed you weren’t in bed. This,” He waved his hands at them. “Was not what I expected to find.” He looked wild like he was about to explode at any provocation. 
“It’s none of your business what we do, Sirius.” Regulus drawled. “I don’t know why you think you can make a fuss.” All mirth left James as he quickly started damage control to hopefully stop Sirius from seeing red. 
“Sirius go back up to the dorm, I’ll meet you there,” He cut Sirius off before he could complain. “I’m going to take Reg back to the Slytherin Common room first.” 
“I don’t need an escort, Potter.” Regulus griped. But James ignored him and began to pull out the invisibility cloak. Sirius stormed forward, shoved his hand into James’s pocket and stole the Marauder’s Map. 
“Best hurry, Prongs. I’ll be watching.” And with that, Sirius turned on his heel and disappeared into darkness. 
James sighed and covered himself and Regulus with the cloak. 
“You don’t need to do this, I am quite capable of getting back on my own.” Regulus clearly wasn’t happy. James grinned at him and, making sure Sirius was well and truly gone, pushed Regulus back against the wall and kissed him again. All the fight went out of the other boy. 
“We’ve got a couple of minutes before we need to move. Sirius will think we’re bickering still.” James said, pulling away for a moment before pressing his lips against Regulus’s again. 
Regulus turned his head slightly, breaking the kiss.
“What does this mean?” Regulus asked, his eyes overly bright as though he was nervous. James shrugged.
“I don’t know, but I like it so far.” He grinned, wriggling his eyebrows. Regulus rolled his eyes in a strange imitation of his brother. He pushed James away from the wall, but grabbed his hand and started pulling him down the corridor towards the dungeons.  
“What was that bit of parchment?” Regulus asked as they walked.
“Oh,” James paused, he didn’t know if he could trust Regulus with that information. “Just a useful tool for Mischief makers.” He gave Regulus a final kiss before watching him enter the Slytherin’s secret entrance and headed back to Gryffindor Tower where his best friend waited for him. Maybe he’d go sleep in moaning Myrtle's bathroom, he’d probably get more rest.   
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james potter, ladies and gentlemen
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anauthenticzombie · 2 days
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somebody back me up here pls
Regulus Black in Timothee Chalamet's red jumpsuit. Regulus Black in Timothee Chalamet's red jumpsuit. REGULUS BLACK IN TIMOTHEE CHALAMET'S RED JUMPSUIT.
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If nobody hasn't written this yet, then I'm writing it and James is going to jump Regulus' fucking bones.
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It's funny how we all agree to the hc that Regulus Black has a praise kink.
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litamarch · 1 day
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Jegulus Hating/Loving Mondays
Regulus Black hated Mondays. But not for the same reason as everyone else. He hated to look out into the crowd and unconsciously pick out the black, annoying, always disheveled hair. Hated to meet in the corridor with this cheerful look of his brown eyes in those stupid round glasses.
He hated to hear his laugh, so loud and happy that the corners of his mouth stretched upwards. Hated seeing his handsome, always smiling face when he was talking to Regulus' brother. Hated greeting him every morning. Hated to think they didn't stand a chance.
Hated himself for allowing himself to admire him.
Like that, quietly, while no one sees.
James Potter loved Mondays. Because it was then that he, having not seen him for two days, was finally able to speak to him. Could finally look into his deep, like the ocean, gray eyes. Could accidentally touch his curly hair while running past.
Could smile at him. Could catch him by that cute habit of biting his quill when he was thinking about something. He even loved the way he frowned when James approached him. Adored looking at him, admiring him.
Like that, quietly, while no one sees.
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Disgusting
An anonymous request
"People like Reg a lot more now that you two are shagging."
The comment had been said so casually by Barty a few days ago, and yet it hadn't left James's brain since.
In the logical part of his brain, he knew it wasn't a thing. Regulus wouldn't just date him for his reputation.....
Right?
And James had always had the reputation of being so confident, so together, so self-assured, that asking felt like...weakness. Like admitting there might be some reason Regulus shouldn't like him.
So he kept quiet.
But of course, he wasn't really known for being quiet, either, so it only took Regulus a few days to recognize something was wrong.
"Potter," he sighed softly as they sat squished together in a single chair in the library. "You aren't giving me a headache. Why? Did Sirius tell you his Transfiguration is better again, because you know that's a load of shit."
Sighing, James shook his head. "No....it's just...do you like me, Reg? Like properly?" He hated himself for asking. But he had to know.
But Regulus's look of revulsion didn't help him feel any better. At least until the younger boy snapped his book shut and looked up at him. "James. I like you so much it's disgusting."
And he couldn't help but grin at that. "I-yeah? Really?"
Regulus rolled his eyes. "How could you think otherwise? I literally am sharing my favorite armchair with you. You should be honored."
But even though he knew Regulus was poking fun, James grinned and said sincerely. "I am."
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nickymoonwater · 20 hours
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Weren't we the stars in Heaven? Weren't we the salt in the sea? Dragging the newborn mountain Didn't you believe in me?
-James Potter
Yeah, you held me the whole way through When I couldn't say the words like you I was scared indigo, but I wanted to I was scared indigo, but I wanted to
-Regulus Black
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sweetmoonlight7 · 2 days
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28. Longing
@jegulus-microfic | April 28: longing | word count: 175
Longing.
Regulus was an expert at longing
He had so many things in life that he longed for.
A relationship with his brother, a happy family, and his friend’s safety, to leave the war unscathed.
More than anything, Regulus longed for the sun.
He longed for the warmth, the fresh air, the safety.
Regulus had been longing for this since he was 11 years old.
From the moment he got on the Hogwarts Express and saw a radiant, crooked smile.
There was a certain amount of pain that came with longing. Not in the act itself, but in what followed it. When the stares and innocent touches were no longer enough.
Regulus was no stranger to longing, to wanting, no to needing the unattainable.
Because the way he felt about James Potter could no longer be classified as just wanting.
He needed him just the same as he needed to breathe or to eat. It no longer mattered if the closer he got to the other boy the more he felt his insides burn.
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siriuslygay1981 · 13 hours
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It was hard to resist Regulus Black, something James had come to know rather quickly
It wasnt like James didn't try to fight it, he did many many times. He stayed away from Regulus and his pouty lips. He couldn't betray the bro code like that, not with Sirius. So whenever he could, he'd avoid Regulus in a way that wasn't suspicious.
Unfortunately it seemed like everywhere he went Regulus was around the corner. So inevitably they often ran into each other and talked. It drove James mad though, with those steel grey eyes, pink pouty lips, long eyelashes...and Merlin those beauty marks?
You cant fault James for staring, too enraptured by the younger blacks beauty.
"James are you listening?" Regulus' low voice asked
James smiles sheepishly while forcing his eyes to stop looking at the little beauty mark on regulus' neck
"sorry I...got distracted."
Regulus gave him a weird look but shook his head almost fondly
"alright...I'll see you later."
James watched regulus walk away, stood there long after he disappeared around the corner. A dopey smile rested on his lips, regulus was warming up to him. They had become close in the few months since the two black brothers started reforming their relationship.
A second later his face dropped into one of horror. He had a crush on Regulus Black. He stood still for just a second before rushing back to the dorm frantically. He had to talk to someone or he'd explode, why did he have to fall for Regulus?
His mind drifted back to the younger boy, his heart picking up, regulus with his smirk that made James feel giddy, the glint in his eyes when he spoke of his friends, the small smile he started to give to James in private. Oh the way he said James's name and the way he looked flying in the air diving for the snitch in truly dangerous maneuvers.
Right...that's probably it. He begged his thumping heart to slow before he passed out.
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lulublack90 · 7 hours
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Prompt 29 - Fixate
@jegulus-microfic April 29, Word count 491
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He’d watched the map and the little marker labelled Regulus Black with the tip of his lit wand. The marker moved closer and closer to his own and, just as it passed, James stuck his hand out and grabbed Regulus, yanking him back into the secrecy of his hiding place. 
Regulus yelped but once he’d realised it was James he calmed down and waited, smiling up at him. James wrapped his hands around Regulus’s waist and leaned in. 
Regulus was greedy. His fingers slid into James’s hair and James moaned at the contact, closing the space between them before his brain could catch up. 
Sirius had been waiting for him last night once he’d seen Regulus safely back to his Common room. It hadn’t been nearly as bad as James had anticipated. Yes. Sirius had started in a flap, pacing back and forth in front of the windows on the far side of the Gryffindor Common room. But once he’d gotten out all the ‘He’s my little brother, James’s’ and the 'Why did it have to be him? You could pick anyone in the whole school, why him’s?’ And settled down enough to listen to James’s side of the story. He’d hung his head and sighed. 
“Okay, James. I’m not going to stand in your way or meddle, but please, just be careful, alright? Don’t hurt him.” Sirius had looked up at James with pleading eyes that nearly broke James’s heart. He grabbed his friend in a bruising hug and swore that if it worked out with Reg, that he’d do everything in his power to make him happy. 
So he’d hidden behind a tapestry where he knew Regulus would walk past and waited for him. 
His mind began to fixate on the feeling of those slender fingers scratching against his scalp and he lost himself in the boy he’d pressed into the wall, hoping that this could be more and not just a little fling. He let his mind drift to that little country cottage he’d dreamed about all night and the happy life that came with it. 
He dragged himself away from Regulus’s lips. 
“Can I take you on a proper date?” He asked, slightly breathless. He watched as Regulus’s eyes widened a fraction. 
“When?” Regulus asked, his voice wary, his fingers stilled in James’s tangled hair. 
“Tonight? I’ll come get you from outside your Common room. Under the cloak, of course.” He added as he watched the colour drain from Regulus’s face as the fingers slid from his hair. The other boy swallowed but nodded his head in quick little bobs. 
“Yeah, okay. What will we be doing?” Regulus agreed. James felt his heart soar, and he couldn’t help it. He pressed a sweet kiss on Regulus’s lips. 
“That’s a surprise, love. 8pm, I’ll be waiting.” And without another word he slipped out from behind the tapestry and headed to his next lesson, silently planning the perfect date.  
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daddiesdrarryy · 4 months
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Barty: You slept with Potter?
Regulus: I didn’t know what else to do! He had those big, sad eyes. I couldn’t help it!
Evan: …sure, sounds like you had no other choice
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incorrectwolfstar · 5 months
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sirius: just found out james is shagging regulus
remus: and??
sirius: therefore me and you need to get together so we can give him a taste of his own medicine
remus: how would that remotely affect james
sirius: i don’t know but we should still do it anyways
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