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Prompt 21 - Run

@jegulus-microfic April 21, Word count 898

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James didn’t come back all day. Regulus paced the small living area, doing laps around the sofa. He didn’t even know why he’d freaked out. James’s parents weren’t his own and judging by what James had told him about them and James himself as proof, they were probably perfectly wonderful people. But he and James had only met a few days ago. Gah. He continued pacing.

Around dinnertime, Sirius and Remus returned with bags bulging with records and trinkets from the small touristy town. Remus took one look at Regulus’s limp and ordered him into bed.

“If you continue to overdo it. It will take a lot longer for your ankle to heal.” Regulus had grunted and stomped off to his dark bedroom, his ankle throbbing.

He threw himself on his bed and flicked through the films on his TV. Nothing caught his interest.

A soft knock woke him from a nap brought on by boredom.

“Hey, Reggie, feel like a chat?” Sirius asked gently.

“No,” Regulus said bluntly. But sighed straight after. “Yeah, okay.” He shuffled over on the bed to make room for Sirius and waited for his brother to begin talking.

“So you freaked out,” Sirius said. Regulus groaned and dropped his head into his hands.

“I’m an idiot.”

“Yup.” Sirius reached over and patted him on the head. “You’ll be fine. James seems like a giant sweetheart and won’t have even thought about introducing you to his parents as anything but getting food.”

“Really?” Regulus looked up, hopefully.

“Why else would he have invited me and Remus, for that matter? Someone he’s barely interacted with. He’s just doing something nice.” Sirius patted his leg and left him to mull over his words.

It had been over 24 hours since he’d seen James. Sirius’s words had helped for a few hours, but he’d started spiralling as he overthought every little thing.

“Reggie, you ready? We’re going down to get drinks before dinner. Don’t be late.” Sirius called through the door when it was nearly time to go to the restaurant.

Regulus paced the floor at the end of his bed. He was trying to decide whether to go or not. He checked his phone. He was already late.

Quickly, he threw on the green shirt from yesterday that James had liked so much and hurried to the restaurant. He skidded through the door. A sheen of sweat beading on his forehead. He grabbed a napkin from the trolly and wiped his brow. He scanned the room, and his eyes landed on James.

James was laughing heartily with the rest of the table at something his dad had said. Taking a calming breath, Regulus walked the short distance to their table.

“Hi, sorry I’m late.” The beaming smile James gave him upon his arrival erased all the worry he’d felt since yesterday morning.

“Not at all, darling. Sit, sit, what do you want to drink?” Effie’s smile was just as warm as her son’s. She flagged down a waiter, and Regulus ordered a gin and tonic before slipping into the empty seat next to James.

“I didn’t know if you would come,” James said quietly to him.

“Sorry.” He murmured, pushing down his nerves and looking James in the eyes. “I’ve never met anyone’s parents before, and I sort of freaked out.” James’s face softened.

“Hate to break it to you, love. But I’m not that deep. You have to eat. We have to eat. I thought we could do it together, have a couple of drinks, and then go watch The Breakfast Club before bed.” Regulus snorted.

“I really overthought this, didn’t I?”

“Just a tad. But hey, I find it rather cute that you’re that worried about meeting my parents.” Regulus peaked at the Potter’s and let the small smile play across his lips. James’s dad was currently in a dramatic battle with Sirius over who could pull the silliest face, and Effie was chatting with Remus about his practice.

They ate their way through three delicious courses. Regulus found it oddly easy to talk to James’s parents. They were so warm it was hard not to get along with them.

“So, how did you two meet then?” Effie asked Sirius and Remus.

“Well,” Sirius replied with his winning smile. “When your son tried to turn Reggie here into a snowman, Remus was called to come and check his ankle out, and we met just as he was leaving.”

“Wait,” Effie said, confused. “I thought you said your practice was in London?” Remus nodded as he swallowed his last mouthful of chocolate tart.

“Oh, it is. But Molly at the front desk knew I was a doctor and asked if I’d have a look before I went to explore the shops. I wasn’t in any rush, so I had a look, and just as I was leaving, Sirius walked in.”

“Remind me to get Molly a gift before we leave,” Sirius told Remus, taking his hand and kissing the back of his hand.

While his parents were enraptured by Remus’s tale, James shuffled closer to Regulus.

“Shall we run away now?” James asked. Regulus’s eyes widened as he looked at the others and nodded at James. He let out a squeal of joy when James grabbed him up into his arms and ran out of the restaurant with him into the conveniently waiting lift.

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not-rab · 5 months

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James: How did you get your brother to co-operate with you?

Sirius: I threatened to reveal his dark secret.

James: Which is what?

Sirius: I have no idea, I was bluffing, but it must be something horrible.

James *nervous sweating*:

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siriusorionblackiii · 8 months

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*sirius and james having a discussion in the afterlife*

james: he named his kid albus severus, ALBUS FUCKING SEVERUS!!

sirius: you’re kidding.

james: i’m dead serious.

sirius: no…i’m dead sirius, you’re dead james.

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rhetorical-conscience · 3 months

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James: We need to talk about your mental health.

Regulus, trying to change the subject: Actually, what I need is to be dicked down right now.

James:

Regulus:

James, removing his tie: You know, one of these days that isn't going to work-

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inthe-echo · 5 months

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Jegulus commission for Blinding Lights fic by introvertedhufflepuff on ao3!

You can read the scene below ⬇️

#jegulus #james potter #regulus black #hp fanart #jegulus fanart #marauders #marauders fanart #hp marauders #james potter fanart #james and regulus #regulus black fanart #fanart #artist on tumblr #my art

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spookeart · 7 months

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Are they fighting?? Or are they flirting?

Yes, another Jegulus one because I’m simply obsessed with them.

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darkcademiasss · 21 days

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#wolfstar #remus lupin #sirius black #remus x sirius #Sirius and Remus #james potter #regulus black #marauders era #marauders fanfiction #wolfstar microfic #wolfstar fanfiction #wolfstar fanfic rec #Sirius Orion black #harry potter #james and regulus #jegulus

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my-castles-crumbling · 1 hour

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resist - @jegulus-microfic - word count: 100

It was getting bad.

Even as he tried to convince himself that James Potter was an idiot, that he was obnoxious and overly-emotional and had a huge head, his damn heart didn't seem to want to listen.

Because when Potter flashed him a smile, even as his brain said, 'Nope, no, absolutely not,' his body got all hot and he tripped over his own words and he sometimes had to fight back a smile.

"C'mon, Reg. You know you can't resist me," Potter whispered to him, shit-eating grin making Regulus's stomach flip-flop.

And the worst part was: he was right.

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regulusblqck123 · 2 days

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Regulus: do any of you guys have Pinterest?

James: nope.

Sirius: no….

Peter: no.

Remus: yes.

Regulus: wanna make a collaborating board for Måneskin?

Remus: sure.

Sirius: can I join?

Remus: I thought you didn’t have Pinterest?

Sirius: umm…

Regulus *takes Sirius’ phone*: lest check shall we?

Sirius: NO

James: your biggest Pinterest board is 12,000 and it’s for… Good Omens?

Sirius: ITS A FUCKING GOOD SHOW

Peter: it is.

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chasingthestarss · 18 days

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James Potter is a weak man! Not because he is actually weak but because he has no resistance to puppy dog eyes or crying or anything really.

Sirius asks James to pull a prank on the Slytherins and James says no he’s a little busy with quidditch and Sirius just tilts his head with a frown and James gives in EVERY time.

Peter invited James to play chess but James already has plans so Peter just nods and looks resigned to his fate and James cracks.

Regulus however, he is the worst. Because he cries. And he can full on sob to get James to do whatever he wants. He can’t resist Regulus with tears in his eyes much less with tears running down his cheeks.

James Potter is a weak man but he is completely fine with it

#marauders era #dead gay wizards #regulus black #james potter #sirius black #peter pettigrew #jegulus #regulus fake cries #he’s a very good pretender #Peter pettigrew is doing it on accident #he is actually fine with playing with someone else #james and peter #james and regulus #james and sirius #regulus black is a little shit #sirius black is a little shit

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northlt · 2 months

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Amortentia (Jegulus)

Regulus didn’t smell. It drove James insane sometimes.

He didn’t smell after quidditch practice, or even after just waking up. It was another one of those things about him that made him seem “perfect”. James hated it.

Regulus was so much more than the image he presented himself to be, but he’d gotten too lost in playing the part, maybe that’s all he’d become.

Every single “imperfection” had been driven away by his mother. Not just for Regulus, but for Sirius as well. The Black family had an image to maintain, high society they had to live in. They couldn’t accept body odor, crooked teeth, or any blemishes on their skin.

James didn’t know how they did it. But none of the Blacks had any negative body odor. No matter how much they sweat.

It’s not to say they don’t have a particular smell. According to Slughorn, everyone had a distinct smell, something unique about them.

Sirius smelled like wet dog fur, James knew this because he slept in the bed next to him and every night Sirius turned to padfoot in his sleep.

Narcissa smelled like spring, like her namesake— narcissus. Strangely intense, yet cool and floral. James had only placed the smell last year when they had grown the flower in herbology.

Walburga black smelled like roses, James imagined that’s what the queen of hearts from Alice in Wonderland smelled like. It was suffocating if you had the displeasure to be near her, like a thousand thorny plants squeezing your windpipe.

James wasn’t padfoot, he didn’t memorize smells. But it’s hard not to notice how his closest friends smell. It made him feel warm, to be surrounded by so many people he loves, all with a distinct smell.

Remus smelled like chocolate, like wet fur, wooly sweaters, a warm fire and old books. James could tell that’s what Sirius was smelling in his cauldron right then. That’s the reason he was thinking so much about smells in the first place.

Sixth year brought with it responsibilities, but also more advanced potion making. James always wondered why he didn’t drop potions when he had the chance.

Sirius was blushing so hard, his skin tone matched the pink potion. James had to stifle his own laughter as Remus tried to go over the recipe once again to make sure they had made it correct. They were all paired up for this particular class. Sirius and Remus at one cauldron and James and Peter next to them. It used to be Sirius and James together, but after one too many pranks in the classroom, Professor Slughorn had separated them.

“Clockwise!” Remus corrected Sirius just before he could have ruined their potion. They were the second ones to finish their potion so Slughorn was already making his way towards the boys. “Bloody hell, Sirius. Stop overmixing it”

James exchanged a look with Peter. Why had he let Sirius pick Remus while pairing up again? Oh that’s right— Wingman duties

James was nowhere near as great as Lily or Remus or even Snivellus in potion making, but he managed. Mostly he used Remus’ notes and applied common sense. It drove Remus insane sometimes, how much work he’d have to put in to memorize something, only for James to make an educated guess about it. James couldn’t really explain how he knew stuff, he just did. Call it pattern awareness, or whatever.

“So from the way Moony was yelling at Padfoot, I’m guessing we have to stir it clockwise?” James raised an eyebrow.

Peter only snickered as he watched their other two friends bickering like an old married couple. “What’d you think Moony smells, James?”

“Wet dog” James replied easily, “And that awful old leather jacket Padfoot refuses to throw away,”

“I bet Sirius smells chocolate and wool”

James had known Peter for years, they'd had baths together when they were babies, learned how to ride a bicycle from James’ father, spent ten christmases trying to make gingerbread houses and so many more memories.

That’s all to say, James knew what Peter smelled like. He had a distinct cologne he swore worked wonders on the ladies, and as stereotypical as it was for the rat to love cheese, he really did.

So if James was in love with his best mate, that’s what he would have smelled.

But instead when he dared to take a whiff of the potion (after coughing violently because it was pretty strong), all he smelled was broom wax, old books and paint.

“Mmmhmm” Peter grinned, “Camembert, and candy. Smells so great I’m hungry now. And you?”

“Old books” He frowned, “And paint”

“Careful, Pads might think you’re in love with Moony too”

James wasn’t sure what he was expecting. He was glad he didn’t smell lilies, relating to his old embarrassing crush. It had been months since he had obsessed over Lily Evans and even thinking about that time made him cringe.

James had quickly realized he had no idea what love was supposed to be. He grew up watching his parents so immensely in love he’d been in love with the idea of love and the idea of Lily Evans. And ideas are dangerous things to be in love with.

For his sake and Lily’s, he was glad he stopped liking her.

But after Lily… well, there had been someone James had grown a liking too. And he couldn’t help the disappointment when he didn’t smell Regulus in the potion. He took a few more whiffs, just to be sure. But to no avail. The potion still smelled the same.

James wasn’t sure why it bothered him so much. Maybe he was just incapable of loving. Because he couldn’t smell Regulus, that had to mean he wasn’t in love with the boy as he had previously thought. This was clearly a Lily situation again. And that bothered James. Mainly because he wanted to be in love. Not just because of his fantasy of being so in love with someone, but also because Regulus was so lovely.

He was witty and sharp, beautiful and sarcastic, knowledgeable and petty, headstrong and stubborn but also sweet and funny. He seemed to positively glow under James’ praise. James loved it when he flushed pink, James loved it when he shot back a retort, when he smiled a secret smile for only James, when he dragged his long fingers over James’ skin— touch for the sake of touch. James loved every single thing about Regulus, the way his eyes crinkled when he tried to stop himself from laughing at one of James’ bad jokes, the way he sneezed, the way his lips parted, the way he tasted so sweet when they kissed, but most of all, James thought he was in love with Regulus.

He wasn’t sure what smell he was searching for. He knew Regulus didn’t smell. He didn’t have a signature smell like Peter’s cologne. But James was still disappointed.

He wanted to make Regulus feel loved, he wanted to be in love. He had said it once and Regulus had said it before.

Three simple words.

And what if they were a lie?

A knock on the door made Slughorn change directions. He had been heading toward James and Peter’s potion to check it, but he walked toward the open door.

James would have recognised those curls anywhere.

Even before Regulus was fully visible, stepping into the doorway, eyes searching the class, James was grinning. Who cared what the stupid potion said? The potion could be wrong. Maybe James and Peter brewed it wrong.

All that mattered was that Regulus lit up James’ world, it genuinely felt that way. Just passing him in the hallways, getting to stare at him as he stared at the stars, just listening to him talk about astronomy or his favorite paintings felt like a reward to James.

So yeah, fuck the potion.

James Potter was in love with Regulus Black.

That’s when he spotted the paint splattered on the edges of his otherwise neat robe. He was handing a book he must have borrowed back to Slughorn. His eyes landed on James and though he tried to keep his composure in thanking the professor, James grew ecstatic at the acknowledgement.

The effect Regulus had on him really had to be studied.

Just before he left, he sniffed the room, his eyebrows furrowing in that Regulus Black way as he mock glared at James. He had the face of an aristocrat but the mind of an artist. Maybe he was both.

James was thankful his table was the closest to the door and the others were too busy either bickering, fawning over their potion or still completing it.

“You smell, Potter” Regulus scrunched his nose in disgust, turning to walk away, “Didn’t you shower after quidditch? It’s disgusting, it’s a wonder the whole room isn’t gagging with how strong it is, even your sandalwood perfume can’t mask it.”

James could barely say anything before Regulus had walked away.

Paint splatter, the old books in the room of requirement and Regulus’ personal collection, the broom wax from when James had watched him polish his broom before a match against Hufflepuff.

Slowly the pieces floated together and James thought he had started floating too. He felt light, like a floating lantern, a ball of warmth in his chest.

And what had Regulus been talking about? James twisted his ankle his last game. Madam Pomfrey hadn’t cleared him to fly the whole week, he had been moping about not being able to play.

When he looked at Peter, his friend was looking back with an amused look.

“Fucking hell, Prongs”

“Don’t tell Padfoot”

#jegulus oneshot #jegulus #dead gay wizards from the 70s #starchaser #amortentia #james and regulus #regulus black #james potter #wolfstar #remus lupin #sirius black

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lulublack90 · 1 day

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Prompt 22 - Evoke

@jegulus-microfic April 22, Word count 966

Last one guys!

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For the second time that week, James woke wrapped around Regulus. The TV was still switched on. Matthew Broderick’s young face smirked back at them. James reached for the remote to turn it off.

Regulus stirred. He nuzzled his face into James’s chest. James gently ran his fingers through the other man’s hair.

“Morning, love,” He murmured into the quiet room.

“Hmmmm,” Regulus groaned as he slowly woke.

It was their last day together. Tomorrow morning, they would be leaving and returning to their homes. James didn’t want to think about tomorrow. He wanted to make today count. Regulus’s ankle was almost better, but still got sore if he exerted himself too much.

“So what have you two got planned for today?” Sirius asked as they crowded around the sofa with their breakfasts. “More canoodling?” He snickered.

“Oh, with what I’ve got planned, almost definitely.” James winked at Regulus and watched him screw up his face as he pretended not to enjoy James’s attention. Sirius’s face replicated Regulus’s expression, and Remus clapped him on the back, doing nothing to hide the laughter in his voice.

“You did ask, Sirius,” Sirius grumbled something under his breath but cheered up when Remus ruffled his hair and pecked a kiss on his cheek.

Soon, Sirius and Remus disappeared together, leaving James and Regulus to themselves.

“So, do you have something planned, or did you just say that to shut my brother up?” Regulus asked, trying not to look too interested.

“Can’t it be both?” James answered, wiggling his eyebrows wildly. Regulus huffed out a laugh.

“Alright, spill it. What are we doing today, then?” James reached into his pocket and tugged out a slightly rumpled leaflet.

“Did you know that the hotel has a selection of private hot tubs you can rent?”

“No, I did not,” Regulus leaned closer.

“We’ll they do, and I’ve rented one for us for this afternoon. So we can watch the sunset together.” James had thought it was a perfect idea, but Regulus’s silence made him second guess himself.

“And what if I didn’t bring my swimming things?” Regulus broke his silence.

“Oh—er—erm.” James stammered. He hadn’t thought about that. He always brought his swimming things just in case when he went on holiday. “Well, it is completely enclosed, so it’s up to you. We could go into town and get you something, or you could just wear your undies…”

Regulus moved so his mouth was whispering against James’s ear. James had to concentrate on breathing evenly so that he didn’t pass out.

“There’s another choice, you know.” James gulped at Regulus’s sultry tone. “I don’t have to wear anything.” James’s mind went white. Everything became static, and it took him a minute to recover.

By the time he could think again, Regulus was back on the sofa licking chocolate from his fingers left over from his pain au chocolat. “What about this morning? There are a lot of hours between sunset and now.” Regulus finally took pity on him when his mouth opened and closed a few times, and nothing came out. “ Shall we go have a wander through the shops, get some lunch and then come back and watch a group of kids try and find pirate treasure?” James shook his head.

“Sounds perfect.”

The shops were a lot more interesting than James had thought they’d be. There were the usual tourist traps full of crapy overpriced souvenirs. But tucked away at the back of an alley was a little reading cafe. Regulus yanked James into it and refused to leave until it was nearly time for them to get back.

“Reg? Just so you know, we’ve been here six hours.” Regulus’s head snapped up.

“What?! How?!” He looked shocked and spotted the multiple tea cups on the table. “Oops, sorry. Got carried away.”

“Absolutely no problem at all, love. I enjoyed watching you enjoy yourself as much as you enjoyed reading. Did you find any you wanted?” James asked indulgently. Regulus looked at the small pile beside him, but before he could narrow it down, James scooped them all up and went to the till to pay. He carried them dutifully up to Regulus’s room, refusing Regulus’s offer to pay for them but accepting his thanks before they headed back outside.

They settled back into the warm, bubbly water just as the first pink rays began to cross the sky. James leaned his head back on the side and let the water relax his body. He let out a contented sigh as he closed his eyes.

“James?” Regulus said quietly.

“Yeah, love?” James replied, keeping his eyes closed.

“Will we see each other again? You know, after we leave tomorrow.” James cracked an eye and stared at Regulus.

“You just try and keep me away.” He growled playfully.

“You promise?”

“I promise.” He vowed and let his eye droop closed again.

He felt the water shift as Regulus moved but wasn’t prepared for what happened next. Regulus hopped into his lap and grasped either side of his face with his pale hands. James’s eyes flew open as he stared into those quicksilver eyes. Regulus hesitated for a second before he closed the gap between them and pressed his lips to James’s.

James wrapped his hands around Regulus’s waist and pulled him closer as he deepened their kiss.

They lost themselves in each other, missing the sunset entirely.

They moved away from each other when the stars lit the sky, and Regulus began to complain about pruning. James held Regulus’s hand as they made their way back into the hotel and up to Regulus’s room. James looked back fondly at the hot tub, knowing that every time he saw one now, it would evoke memories of their first perfect kiss.

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