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emlovessid · 4 months

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@jegulus-microfic december 25, ideology, 449 words

James is in the middle of writing times tables on the board when Evelyn says, “Mr Potter! You have a visitor.”

He glances to the door of his classroom, trying to hide his smile when he finds Regulus leaning in the doorway watching him. “Oh, good afternoon, Mr Black. To what do we owe this pleasure?”

“I was just wondering if you had any laminating sheets I could borrow? I’m out,” Regulus says.

James doesn’t point out that there was no need for Regulus to cross campus to his second grade classroom just for laminating sheets; he’s pretty certain the senior school has laminators. But he’s not mad about the interruption.

“Yeah of course, they’re in my office,” he says, gesturing to the door at the back of the room. A little pointless; Regulus is not a stranger in James’ classroom and knows exactly where his office is. “Help yourself.”

The entire class, James included, watches Regulus as he crosses the room, only returning to their lesson once Regulus has left the classroom with a quiet, “Thanks.”

“Mr Potter,” Bernie calls out. “Do you have a crush on Mr Black?”

James deliberates for a moment, before sitting on the edge of his desk and whispering, “I do. But it’s a secret, so you can’t tell anyone.”

The class breaks out in a chorus of giggling ooh’s and teasing aah’s.

“But Mr Potter, he always looks so serious!”

“Well, Roland. That’s because Mr Black teaches boring things like civics and political ideology.”

“You mean he doesn’t get to do any arts and crafts?” Lizzie asks, a horrified look on her face.

James shakes his head, putting on his saddest expression as he says, “Never.”

The kids become a bit obsessed with Regulus after that, asking about him almost daily, breaking into a chorus of giggles any time Regulus comes by the classroom. Regulus has clearly caught on, dropping by more and more frequently, asking to borrow anything from a stapler to sometimes something as ridiculous as a piece of paper.

One day, just as Regulus is about to walk out of the classroom with a wave, Lacey calls out, “Mr Black! Do you have a crush on Mr Potter?”

He stops in the doorway, corner of his lips lifted in a smirk as he replies, “Why do you ask that?”

“Because he has a crush on you, obviously.”

James buries his face in his hands for a moment, shoulders shaking with laughter, looking up as Regulus says, “Oh, I definitely have a crush on him, that’s why I married him.”

He’s pretty sure the entire school would be able to hear the way his classroom screams and cheers in celebration.

#merry christmas y'all <3 #i had so much fun with this one #jegulus #jegulus fic #marauders #sometimes i write things

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garlicbreadfanatic · 4 months

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thinking about james potter making breakfast for regulus on christmas morning while only wearing pyjama bottoms, an apron saying “kiss the cook” and reindeer ears.

#marauders era #the marauders #james potter #jegulus #starchaser #regulus black #jamulus #marauders #marauders headcanon #christmas marauders #christmas

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adharastarlight · 5 months

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Pandora: you're such a grinch

Regulus: no.

James: aw come on reggie, you are

Regulus: no, the grinch was weak. He gave into christmas. I hope his heart growing three times killed him.

James and Pandora:

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alarainai · 5 months

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early morning, coffee cups

Fake snowflakes, both glass and paper cut-outs, are pasted to every store-front, and Christmas music plays over every speaker. It's all very loud, both visually and audibly. Regulus really, really hates Christmas. Enter James Potter, a Christmas lover and old high school crush. ❆ ❆ ❆ Sirius argues that he's an excellent pastry chef. When entirely focused at four in the morning, he's near enough perfect. Unfortunately, his attention is slightly diverted as soon as he walks in. Mister Cappuccino, Gluten Free Chocolate Chip Brownie. Aka: Remus Lupin, aspiring romance author and Sirius' current obsession.

Or, Sirius and Regulus own a failing bakery, Remus is writing a Christmas-themed novel, and James just wants everyone to enjoy the festive season.

#it's CHRISTMAS #and i am doing DAILY CHAPTERS LIKE AN IDIOT #hehe anyway this is a love letter to bakeries pastries and INDUSTRATIONS #christmas fic hours <3 #jegulus #wolfstar

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gods-graveyard · 5 months

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Little Harry Potter-

"This is my Mom, and my Dad, and my Papa, and my Padfoot, and my Moony, and Uncle Severus, and my Uncle Barty, and my Uncle Evan, and my Auntie Andromeda, and Aunt Narcissa- oh and Lucius, and my Aunt Pandora, and my-"

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northlt · 5 months

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Jegulus hallmark movie with James and his son who love christmas and Regulus as the son of the Black family company CEO who comes to visit his disowned brother in a small town for Christmas-

#marauders #marauders era #regulus black #sirius black #james potter #hogwarts #dead gay wizards #the marauders #jegulus #starchaser #hallmark #hallmark movies #christmas #james potter loves regulus black #marauders headcanon #headcanons #fic ideas

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siriuslylovejegulus33 · 1 year

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I like to think that the Marauders gave each other gifts for Christmas and that they all tried really hard. And James included Regulus because why would his boyfriend be excluded? So after much begging and... Begging. It worked.

They did secret Santa.

Peter got James a Lego set and Lego versions of the Marauders and an extra lil emo guy.

James: OMG PETE, IT'S PERFECT!

James: *Launches himself into Peter*

Regulus whispering to himself: That's gonna keep him entertained for weeks *sips peppermint tea*

James got Remus a pair of red converse so they could match, and boxes of his favorite frog chocolate.

Remus: Thank you, Prongs! I'll be sure to hide the chocolates from the kids in the house.

Sirius: We don't have kids.

Everyone:

Sirius: Oh, fuck you.

Remus: Not here *winks*

Sirius: *blushes*

Remus: Here's your gift, sweetheart.

Sirius takes it out, and he finds that his Moony have him a leather jacket. But not only that, it's a vintage black leather jacket with Queen's painted on the back and a little painting at the front of a moon and the brightest star in the night sky.

Sirius: I-

Remus: Do you like it? The girls helped me with the- Umph.

Sirius launches himself on his boyfriend and hugs him to death.

Remus: *chuckles* I'm guessing you liked it?

Sirius: *kisses him* I love it, babe.

Remus: *grins widely* I'm glad

Peter: *clears his throat*

Sirius: *On Remus' lap* Anyways, I'm going to give my present last because I couldn't wrap it.

Remus: It can't be yourself.

Sirius: *huffs sadly* I know, Moony.

James: Well. Regulus, it's your turn, love.

Regulus quietly takes out a little card and hands it to Peter. Everyone is sad because they thought Regulus would try. That he would would just, try.

But all eyes look at Peter when they hear sniffles, and suddenly he's crying.

James, worried: What's wrong, Pete?

Peter: *sob* I LOVE IT!!

Everyone has shocked looks on their faces, except Reg, who has a tiny smile that only James and Sirius notice.

Sirius: What did you get him, Reggie?

Regulus: An unlimited card to candy in the town's most popular candy shop.

James:

Peter: *still crying*

Sirius:

Remus:

James, launches himself into Regulus and gives him a big wet kiss and whispers: Thank you, baby.

Regulus whispers back: I told you lover, their important to you. They're important to me.

Regulus wipes a tear from James, and James just can't fathom how lucky he got.

Sirius, claps: Alright, everyone. Enough tears. let's go to these two's room for my gift.

Regulus: Why on eart... It's better for me not to assume.

They all walk in and see a grand piano with Regulus' star constellation, him the brightest, and a deer looking up at it.

Sirius, biting his lip: Do you like it?

Regulus: It's... It's perfect. Thank you.

Jegulus cuddled up later that night.

Regulus: H-h-he really loves me, James. He kn-knows me *hiccup*

James rubbing circles on his back and his other hand through his hair: I tell you all the time, Reg. There's nothing he wouldn't do for you. There's nothing I wouldn't do for you. *Kisses Reggie's hair*

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ashleigghh · 4 months

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Day 29- Star- Jegulus and Harry, 555 words

“There is your Uncle Sirius,” Regulus leans on the doorframe to the balcony, watching James hold their son tightly in his lap, the two of them looking at the sky where James was pointing, matching expressions on their faces.

“And here is the most beautiful star of all,” James speaks quietly, adjusting his hand to point at the correct star, “Your Papa’s star, Regulus, the heart of the lion,” James makes a roaring sound tickling Harry, who giggles and squirms in his grip, before settling back down to listen to James.

“It can be seen nearly the whole year, apart from a couple months where it’s spending some time close to the sun, which means we can’t see it at night,” James explains, and Regulus’ heart warms, he not only listened to his late-night rambles about the stars but went on to memorise the fact and share them with their son.

“Why can’t he stay here?” Harry frowns as if this means Regulus has to go away for months every year and James laughs lightly, kissing the top of Harry’s head before pinching his cheek gently to get him to smile again.

“Your Papa stays here with us but the star, he has to spend time working to light up the night sky so he gets some time off to visit the one he loves, the sun.” Harry nods, understanding the story and making a connection,

“Is that why Papa calls you his sun and you call him your star?” Harry giggles, finding it hilarious and it takes everything in Regulus to not go and scoop his son in his arms and hug him tight.

“Exactly little genius,” James teases with a grin, making Harry laugh again, “it’s like how your Papa has to work during the day but comes home to us at night and then spends the holidays with us, does that make sense?”

Harry hums, looking exactly like his mother when she’s thinking something through before he nods and turns into James so he can rest his head on James’ chest while he looks up at the sky. James holds him tightly, slightly cautious about the edge of the balcony even though Harry wouldn’t be able to get over the railing and looks down at him,

“Are you tired? Do you want to go back inside?” Harry shakes his head but even from his place in the doorway, Regulus can see his drooping eyes and limpening neck.

“Want to look at Papa’s star,” Harry mumbles, snuggling into James' chest as he dozes off. Regulus makes his way into Harry’s room, picking up a teddy and a blanket before returning to the balcony, walking forward and passing the toy to Harry, who blindly takes it in the first dregs of slumber, clutching it close to his chest,

“Hey,” James smiles up at his husband as Regulus tucks the blanket over Harry’s shoulders,

“Hey,” Regulus whispers, not wanting to disturb Harry, and smiles back softly.

“How much did you hear?” James grins, standing up carefully to carry Harry to his bedroom.

“Apparently I’m the most beautiful star of all,” Regulus teases, walking away and leaving James to follow him down the hall to tuck their son into bed, admiring the life they’ve built together and the love he once never would’ve believed he deserved.

#marauders era #christmas writing challenge #christmas #regulus black #james potter #james x regulus #jegulus #harry potter gets the love he deserves #harry potter #jegulus raising harry

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sommerregenjuniluft · 5 months

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@jegulus-microfic december 14 - stare - 2127 words (i apologise)

aka the Hogwarts School charmed mistletoe predicament

The first time it happens it’s truly purely by accident.

Regulus is walking back from the library, exhausted and sleep sluggish. It’s certainly close to curfew again or else Ms. Pince wouldn’t have woken him where he’d fallen asleep over his 3 feet parchment of Potions essay.

He’s barely keeping his eyes open, cozily buried in an extra cloak, imbedded with a heating charm and books hugged closely to his chest when he rounds a corner and runs directly into something.

Someone, Regulus realizes, as deft arms wrap around him to keep them upright.

The collision had shook most of Regulus’ slumber out of him and they only stagger for another moment, bodies pressed together before Regulus is about to pull his wand and tell this unattentive, idiot berk of a human being what he thinks of people that can’t keep their fucking hands to themsel—

“Shit, sorry- I’m sorry, did I—” and oh, Regulus knows that voice. Would recognise that scent of broom polish, citrus, spice and boy anywhere. James’ atrocious mess of a hair is tickling Regulus’ temples and the older boy is speaking again before he’s even entirely reared back to blink him into focus. Just the three soft syllables of his name whispered against the shell of Regulus’ ear.

And only then does James Potter take a half step back and pull to his full height, beaming down at Regulus with his stupid dimpled grin and his stupid round glasses that rest always just a smidge crookedly on his big nose.

“Hi Regulus,” and fuck James, honestly. Fuck him and then fuck him some more for the way the words drip like molten honey from his tongue and send a shiver racing down Regulus’ spine.

That’s when Regulus notices James’ hands still being wound around his waist. “Potter,” he says pointedly with a look between them.

All it does though is make James’ eyes droop and his grin tug into a lopsided smirk.

Regulus rolls his eyes and sets onto just striding past James when he feels his feet eerily unable to move.

He looks down in confusion, tries again to shuffle his feet and take a step in any direction, unsuccessful.

When Regulus’ head snaps back up to scowl at James this one is regarding Regulus’ predicament with a lax jaw, lips parted.

“Unstick the bloody charm, James, before I hex your kneecaps away,” Regulus threatens, wand pointed at James’ broad chest. He’s only wearing a T-shirt, the nutter. It’s freezing!

James, in a very unimpressed manner, simply bats the wand away gently and then does something weird with his knees and hips, twisting and turning.

Regulus watches this foolery for about 15 seconds before he’s done with it. “What in Merlin’s name do you think you’re achieving here?”

“Shh.”

“Wha– Did you just shush me?” a humorless laugh tumbles out of Regulus. He might be a little sleep deprived. “Oh, you must be fucking joki—”

Regulus breaks off into an incredulous noise when James clamps a palm over Regulus mouth to shut him up as he tips his head back to stare at the ceiling.

The wood of his wand is searing in Regulus’ palm, itching him to use it but he can’t quite help himself when his gaze follows James’.

Above their heads are the usual wall torches, adorned by greenery and Christmas decorations in all kinds of forms and house colors. There’s a little bow of green silver and red and golden tull adorned in these particular fir twigs.

Though when Regulus blinks the adornment a little sharper into focus he realizes that they’re actually two.

The second one floating just shy of the sprigs wreath and oh, no.

Regulus recognises the white little berries. The dull, tear-shaped leaves where it floats right above their heads.

Oh, Merlin, please don’t let it be-

“A charmed mistletoe,” James confirms, voice husky.

Regulus’ eyes widen and when his chin drops down James’ chocolate brown eyes are already there, right in front of him. Bright and glinting a little in the flickering light before the skin around the corners crinkle in a sickeningly adorable way when he erupts into an enormous smile.

“No,” Regulus says, shaking his head. “No.”

James, the bastard, huffs a laugh, frame shaking with it. Completely at ease apparently.

“Regs,” James tries, tone placating.

“Nope, nah-uh– Non.”

“Resorting to French, are we?”

“Not in a million lifetimes, Potter.”

“Reg, love—”

“No, I- how would we even- fuck, merde. Je n’arrive pas à y croire—”

“Regulus.” Broad hands circling his waist again.

Regulus is momentarily startled into silence by the contact.

“It won’t let us move until we kiss in any form, I’ve seen it happen just this morning,” James says, voice low and honest. Before he adds in a grumble, “Made us late to Transfiguration third period when Sirius refused to let Remus give a Ravenclaw sixth year a little peck.”

Regulus is going to scream.

Instead, he punches James in his stomach with his free hand.

The older boy grunts, hand wrapping around Regulus’ wrist as if to confiscate it. “Easy there, now,” he presses out between gritted teeth, tone low and warning.

A frustrated noise rips from Regulus’ throat as he feels himself flush, boring a hole into the air above James’ shoulder with his eyes. Oh, this can’t be happening. Why must these things always happen to Regulus?

“What were you even doing down here?” Regulus asks, incredulously.

“Snack duty,” James shrugs—the way his pecs and shoulders are stretching the thin cotton is bordering on indecent, “Know a shortcut or two into the kitchens.”

He’s still holding onto Regulus’ wrist, now carefully caressing the pad of his thumb there in small circles that do little to slowen Regulus’ rabbiting heartbeat.

Regulus sighs explosively and then promptly raises their joined hands up to James’ face, his knuckles up.

“Here.”

“‘Here’ what?”

Regulus jabs his slack hand more pointedly in front of James’ nose.

James gives him a look that’s equally fond as it is patronizing, “That won’t do.”

“How would you know?”

“Because I saw,” James snarks back. “Remember, I told you? This morning. Pads throwing a tantrum. Jingle any bells?”

Regulus growls in the back of his throat, “Try anyways.”

And yeah, that was probably the wrong thing to say. A mistake.

Regulus swallows hard, wishes he would chew the words back. But it’s already too late.

“Oh?” James makes, a satisfied little smile on his lips. Momentarily digging his teeth into his lower one before he adjusts his hold around Regulus’ hand.

Fingers sliding down until their encircling his and his thumb brushing over the bony length of Regulus thin fingers there too.

His gaze unrelenting, unblinking as he lifts Regulus and gives him a small kiss on his knuckles. Chaste, unlingering but warm. Warm and so, so soft. Very pleasant.

With that thought Regulus immediately rips his hand back, flight kicking in. Although he doesn’t come very far when he realizes he’s still unable to move his feet.

Still stuck.

Regulus feels a vein throbbing in his forehead.

James sighs across from him. “It has to be somewhere on the face.”

Regulus balks.

James rolls his eyes. “C’mon Regs, the cheek? Isn’t that how French people greet each other anyways?” His brown eyes regard him a little pleadingly. Always so honest and eager and true.

“Fine,” Regulus presses out, absently biting on the inside of his lower lip. “Just the cheek.”

James nods, raising his hands to presumably pull Regulus’ closer.

Regulus bats them away with his books but before James can do more than raise his eyebrows impatiently he grumbles, “I’ll do it.”

James lips part around a silent oh and then he blinks a little stupidly at Regulus. Like a slow owl that’s flown into one too many windows or something. Regulus wants to squeeze him to death.

And then the urge to hit him overcomes that again when he can see James’ lips twitching with a terribly badly suppressed grin.

So Regulus punches him in the shoulder for good measure before he sets his hand down there on the juncture of James’ neck muscles. He’s warm under Regulus’ touch, despite the thin clothing, and he allows himself one last glance into those doe eyes before he lifts slightly onto his toes and sways in.

James’ scent is even stronger there, and Regulus is a little confused for a second when a wave of mint and something sweet and tangy hits his nose. James’ soap, perhaps?

Regulus doesn’t know how much time has gone by yet with them standing so close, and that’s dangerous. He focuses back on the task at hand, mapping out the appropriate patch of skin to place his lips. Merlin, this is bonkers.

There’s a faint shadow of short stubble along the hinge of James’ jaw and up into his hairline. A pair of dark freckles just past that, right under the jut of his cheekbone. That’ll do.

Regulus takes a steadying breath and leans in.

The skin there is warm too as Regulus brushes his mouth against it. Warm and alive and making his lips tingle with it. Just the tiniest press, barely making a sound and Regulus has to work hard to extract himself from James’ orbit. The smell, the warmth of him almost like a magnetic pull to Regulus’ fingers, his lips, his chest.

James is gazing at him a little drunkenly when Regulus pulls back again.

“Again,” he rasps.

Regulus cocks his head, scowling at him as he strangles the books to his chest, clutching at them like a lifeline before he makes to leave.

Unsuccessful. What?

“I’m sorry, bad joke,” James amends quickly, taking a half step to the side, “But don’t already leave ag—”

“James,” Regulus cuts him off.

“Why don’t you join me on the way to the kitc—”

“James.”

The older boy shuts up.

“Why were you able to step aside when I still can’t?”

A crease forms between James’ thick eyebrows, “Er–”

“Why can you move?” Regulus asks again, baffled. To drive his point home he nudges James, prompting him to take another step.

James looks back at him with big eyes before his features erupt into a gleeful smile. He chuckles a little disbelievingly and then steps in again.

Regulus instantly fixes him with a narrow eyed glare.

James really leans in, moving slowly to cup Regulus’ face. Slow enough for Regulus to bat him away again. He doesn’t this time.

“Because I haven’t fulfilled my part of the equation yet.”

It’s spoken so softly in the small space between them that it doesn’t even cross Regulus’ mind to do anything besides give a tiny nod and then tilt his head to the side accommodatingly.

There’s shaky breath over his lower face, minty, and then James physically angles his face how he needs him. A smidge more to the side and his thumb guiding him beautifully by the chin. Body warmth radiating off him and reaching Regulus anywhere he isn’t shielded by his books. And then it’s the press of even warmer lips on the center of his cheek. Long and sweet, not firm but not shy either. A prickle of facial hair, just a hint of it. And the spice of him again as James keeps his lips pressed against his damn cheek and Regulus stares unseeingly over his shoulder, fingers nearly cramping in their grip.

The pressure lifts gradually at some point and when James pulls back his lips ghost over Regulus’ skin up until the corner of his mouth and for an insane moment Regulus thinks James is going to turn his head and kiss him on the mouth too.

There’s a second of damp breath spilling over Regulus’ parted lips that he’s not entirely sure he imagined and then the barely there touch is gone.

Regulus swallows heavily, nearly chokes on it, a strangled sound escaping him when he tries clearing his throat.

James’ lips twitch onto a sweet little smile, like he’s just so happy about all of this and if Regulus’ legs weren’t seconds from giving out he’d kick him in the shins.

His gaze is even droopier now and he’s not really meeting Regulus’ eyes. Fixated on a spot just a little lower and when Regulus licks his lips—simply a nervous habit, no intention behind the action—he sways dangerously in again.

Regulus takes an instinctive step back, a breath of relief spilling out of him at the fact that he’s able to again. “Don’t get any ideas now, Potter,” he adds, if a little shakily.

“Mm, that’s already too late, I’m afraid.”

“Goodnight.”

“Think I just found my Christmas sweetheart, actually,” James calls after him, grin evident in his voice.

#hopefully gonna turn this into a little 3+1 things series over the next few days prompts #jegulus #jegulus microfic #starchaser #sunseeker #james potter x regulus black #regulus black x james potter #jegulus fic #christmas fic #james potter #regulus black #lune’s tiny fic #lune writes

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