#kit's microfics

[ninety-two-bees]

where the lost things go

jegulus microfic | 462 words | parenting au

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“Piglet?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Eeyore?”

“It has to be Tigger, James.”

Harry has been wailing in Regulus' arms for about an hour now—almost the exact length of time since he dropped his most beloved teddy. James and Regulus had looked everywhere for it, turning every inch of their house inside out, and had come up empty. It’s as if Harry’s Tigger had never existed in the first place.

“They don’t have Tigger, baby,” James says through the phone, barely audible over Harry’s cries. Regulus does his best to calm the baby down, but all of his efforts have proven futile. “I could try another store?”

“No, it’s—just come home, Jamie. We’ll figure something else out.” Exhausted, Regulus hangs up the call and turns his attention back to their son. He hates seeing Harry like this, red-faced and teary-eyed, not knowing how to fix it. He wouldn’t trade this life for the world, but it would be lovely if there was some kind of instruction manual.

Nothing he has tried so far has worked. Harry has no interest in eating or taking a nap or playing with another toy. He barely seems to react to Regulus’ voice. At this point, it feels like a miracle that Regulus hasn’t started crying along with him.

He has one idea left in his desperate attempt to soothe Harry. Settled on the couch with Harry curled against his chest, Regulus begins to sing. It is the same soft lullaby his brother sang to comfort him when they were kids, though Regulus would argue that Sirius is not known for having a particularly calming voice.

It takes him until halfway through the song’s second verse before Harry finally calms down. There are no more wails echoing off the walls, just the faint melody of the lullaby falling from Regulus’ lips. By the time the song ends, Harry’s eyes have fallen shut, and his cries have been replaced with soft snores.

“You’re a miracle worker,” James’ whispered voice muses from the doorway. Regulus turns his attention from their sleeping son to find his husband leaning against the door frame, Harry’s Tigger held tight in his hand.

“You found it?” Regulus asks, careful not to raise his voice any louder than absolutely necessary.

James chuckles, stepping farther into the living room to sit down next to Regulus. “It was at the front door, inside one of your welly boots.”

If it wasn’t for the fact that he was so drained, Regulus would have to bite back a laugh. Instead, he drops his head onto James’ shoulder with an amused huff, and takes Tigger from his hands to lay it on top of the sleeping baby. “Next time, you can stay home while he screams. I think I’ve earned a day off.”

#combining my two loves #winnie the pooh and jegulus #have had writers block all day so this is me trying to fix it #jegulus microfic #jegulus raising harry #marauders #marauders fic #jegulus #regulus black #james potter #kit's microfics

[ecstarry]

"Regulus' collection" a microfic for my love, @bellaxisworld

Regulus had been collecting them for a while—his Sylvanian Families collection, that is. It all began with gifts from Sirius. The first one was a little raccoon, and Sirius had carefully wrapped it for him before leaving for school ten years ago. Each time his brother visited for the holidays, he would add another one to Regulus' collection.

He had never felt embarrassed of them, not until now, at twenty-one years old, with a shelf displaying them in an apartment where his brother’s hottest friend would be coming over. They were about to host their first dinner since leaving their parents' home, and Regulus had gladly obliged, anything to make his brother happy. But now, as those little shits looked back at him from the dustless shelf, he couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

Regulus had been crushing on James for as long as he could remember. They had seen each other not more than three times, which meant he had experienced the warmth of the sun in close proximity that same amount of times. And Regulus hated the cold.

When Sirius insisted on them living together, he was also adamant about their home feeling like a place where they both existed. It was actually his idea to have his collection on display. Now, Regulus wonders if his brother's plan had been to humiliate him all along.

He tried discreetly covering them with anything, even willing to shove them all inside a drawer. But as he grabbed the first one, his brother stopped him.

"What are you doing, Reg?" Sirius laughed a little as Regulus blushed.

"Nothing, but I just don't want your friend to think I'm lame," Regulus replied quietly, his gaze stuck on his shoes.

"Remus has seen your collection millions of times, Reg. It's just James who—" his brother stopped talking, and Regulus dared to look back at him, guilt all over his face.

"Reggie, do you care what James thinks?" Sirius' tone was much more gentle than Regulus had expected.

"So what if I do?" and at the response, Sirius' eyes softened.

"No, fuck no. Don't look at me like that. I don't like James or his stupid smile."

"Reg-"

"I know, I know! Of course, I care what James thinks, now help me hide them, but be careful!" Regulus started delicately placing them in a drawer, but Sirius' grip stopped him once more.

"Do you want to know a secret?"

"Sirius, we don't have time-"

"James has a collection of his own."

Regulus smiled but quickly called his brother's bluff, "you're just trying to make me feel better."

"I would never lie about a Sylvanian Families collection! I swear on Moony!" Sirius drew a cross around his heart.

Before Regulus could protest any longer, they heard a knock on the door.

It was James. Handsome and perfect James, who brought flowers and exquisite wine for dinner.

It was James. Adorable and kind James, who complimented Regulus' collection all night and insisted it was much better curated than James'.

It was James. Lovely and breathtaking James who would one day have a shelf next to Regulus' for his own collection.

#bella has the most adorable pfp #as well as kit and india and ellie #so this was inspired by that #i love you so much baby #bella tag <3 #jegulus #marauders #james potter #regulus black #gay dead wizards #james x regulus #starchaser #sunseeker #jegulus fanfiction #jegulus microfic #euge's microfics #microfic #sylvanian families #calico critters #marauders microfic #microfics #regulus x james

[theicarusconstellation]

hi astra 🤭

80. “how can you think I’m anything but hopelessly in love with you?” for jegulus??

kit!!

i couldn’t figure out how to end this one but

prompt: 80). “how can you think i’m anything but hopelessly in love with you?” // jegulus // sfw // words: 563

Regulus does not know how to hold things gently.

His fingers curl around a wrist the way they would the hilt of a dagger. All he has ever known is violence, the sharp slap of a hand against the cheek. How could his love possibly be any different?

So, whenever James attempts to hold his hand, he tugs his away. When strong arms wrap around his waist, he finds an excuse to leave their embrace in favor of emptiness. At first, he doesn’t think James notices his aversions. After a lifetime’s worth of tucking himself away, making himself as small as possible to avoid detection, Regulus assumed he was so good at what he does that there was no chance of James picking up on his fears.

However, this all changes one day on the shores of the Black Lake, where they sit, framed by trees, and skip rocks. Or, James skips rocks, and Regulus fails miserably.

“No, Reggie, it’s more of a flick — like you’re throwing a Muggle discus,” James lectures. Regulus just stares at him, befuddled, drawing a laugh out of the other boy. “Here, let me show you —“

James reaches out to position Regulus’ hand, but Regulus snatches his arm back before he can make contact. He flinches at how obvious he was; James is sure to despise him now.

The boy in question backs away, his shoulders sagging.

“Why do you do that?” James asks quietly after a moment’s pause. “Why do you pull away from me? Why will you never let me touch you?”

Regulus ducks his head in embarrassment, studying the smooth stone in his palm.

“I didn’t think you noticed.”

“Of course I noticed!” James exclaims, as if the suggestion that he hadn’t has wounded his honor. “Every time I get nearer than five feet away from you, you shrink away. Are you…Regulus are you afraid of me?”

A pained expression takes over Regulus’ face, and he rapidly shakes his head.

“No…no, James, never. I’m — I’m scared of me.”

The admission is like the pulling back of a curtain, allowing light in after decades of darkness. Where he expected to feel dread, Regulus feels…relief. He continues on,

“Growing up, touch has always been something to be feared, or if it was soft, it was double-edged. Then you come along all gentle and kind and I — I don’t think I can return the favor. I worry that if you touch me, all you’ll feel is violence.” He swallows hard, fighting to get this next part out. “I don’t want to be violent. I don’t want you to stop caring for me.”

James watches him, just studies him for a while after he speaks. He’s giving Regulus a moment to breathe, Regulus knows. A chance to ease his anxieties before the conversation continues.

After a few seconds have gone by, James extends his hand to place it on top of his. This time, Regulus doesn’t pull away.

“Regulus, how can you think I’m anything but hopelessly in love with you? How can you think that there is anything you could do to change that?” James asks in earnest, and Regulus’ heart damn near stops.

Regulus looks at their hands, at how James’ hand seems so at peace over his.

“You don’t…feel anything? Any madness?” he dares to inquire.

“The only thing I feel is grateful that I have you.”

#kit tag <3 #astra’s asks #drabble ask game #jegulus #jegulus drabble #jegulus microfic

[ghoulsbeard]

The hall is near to sweltering with the crowd packed shoulder to shoulder, so the great old doors are thrown open, and an enterprising mage has coaxed in a weft of cool wind that Dorian, dazed by disbelieving joy, called 'adequate' in ringing tones.

Inside the dark vaulted ceiling is filled with dozens of wisplights, and flourishes of music, and laughter. Kit is trying not to elbow anyone in the joyful crush because whenever he does, they recognize him, and start trying to hug his arm and weep about saving the world, and he’s trying to waltz.

But it’s worth the squashed toes; for the first time in months Vivienne is smiling. She's dressed in one of her simpler affairs, a graceful honey-golden robe tailored to a narrow point at her waist, slashed at her shoulders for summer. Her blouse is short-sleeved, cream-colored, and the scalloped hems flutter like flower petals in the magicked breeze. “Do you know, my dear, since the little business at Halamshiral I have sorely regretted not dancing with you there."

Kit pulls a face. "With all the assassins?"

Vivienne waves a hand. “In Orlais, they may as well be wallpaper; an allemande without an assassin would be terribly outré.”

"And the nobles?"

She smiles when he turns her out in a little spin, and a handful of the wisplights fall from the ceiling to spin with her, winking in the folds of her skirts. "You did very well with de Chalons."

"If you say so." But he can't fool her. Her smile only grows, and he knows he's smiling too, and his fool’s heart is aching. He laughs. “I nearly tipped over in that starchy jacket.”

"They were rather hideous," Vivienne replies, with a sniff. "I should have preferred to wear a gown. I had one in mind, you know-- silver, with beadwork across the bodice. Firmin silk." She sighs. "A timeless antique. I must have changed that gown’s color half a dozen times.”

"I would have worn pink," says Kit, stoutly.

"Dear Maker, no. Green, if you must.”

"Green!"

"Pink was in vogue last year, darling."

"Green as a leaf,” he concedes. “But we were all in red.”

"I would have dressed you in gold.” Wistfully. She’s thinking of Bastien. “You and your lady-love.” 

“Oh, dear heart.” He bends and kisses her cheek and she laughs, brighter and more beautiful than all the wisplights in the world.

#microfic #vivienne #kit #this is so old but i cant believe i never posted it... ;---; </3

[onehundredflamingos]

1 / shower / 299 words

@jegulus-microfic

“The World Cup, James! You won the fucking quidditch World Cup!” Regulus shouted, jumping into his husband’s arms. He was simultaneously shocked and not at all surprised that James scored a record-breaking amount of goals leading to a World Cup win.

James laughed against Regulus’ mouth before pressing a kiss there. “You got down to the pitch quick.”

“Saw the snitch before the seekers did,” he boasted. “Came down before the match was called.”

James hummed thoughtfully. “We should have you on the team, we nearly lost there at the end.”

“Not with how many goals you scored,” Regulus said proudly, peppering kisses to James’ neck, trying to work his way down to his collar bones, to the hollow in his throat, but his jersey was blocking him. “Take me somewhere, take this fucking kit off.”

“Oh, Reg, I need a shower,” James said, pulling back a bit. “I’m so sweaty.”

“People would probably pay our mortgage for a drop of sweat off of star chaser James Potter,” Regulus teased. “I’m not wasting this.” He licked a wide strip up the side of James’ neck, making both of them shudder.

“Fuck,” James said, dropping Regulus’ legs and picking up his discarded broom. “Get on. No one uses that box up there,” he added, gesturing to one of the VIP booths at the top of the stadium.

Regulus did as he was told, throwing a leg over James’ broom and wrapping his arms around his waist.

“You gonna pay our mortgage this month then?” James asked, the second they flew into the box.

“You bought our house in full,” Regulus said, “and I’m taking more than just a drop of your sweat.” With that, Regulus got on his knees, pulling James’ pants and underwear down with him as he went.

#is this TOO much sweat? #regulus would love sweaty James #i love sweaty James #sweaty James potter #married jegulus #jegulus #marauders era #marauders fanfiction #james x regulus #jegulus microfic #starchaser

[villain-crown]

traitor | @jegulus-microfic | words: 755

critical care, part 5 (part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 6)

a Jegulus nurse!AU

* back by popular demand

Lunch.

Together.

Just Regulus and James.

Oh yeah, and apparently Tom fucking Riddle too.

James couldn’t believe this. He’d summoned every drop of disregard for his own physical wellbeing to ask Regulus out, and Dr. Slughorn’s bloody fellow had decided to swoop in and ruin the whole thing!

Tom Riddle Jr. was tall and handsome with very neatly coiffed black hair and a regal face, not much older than them. At first, James had thought he was just passing by their table, so the idle chit chat hadn’t bothered him—especially when Regulus had to tilt his head back and bare his lovely neck to accommodate Riddle’s position standing nearly on top of him. But then Riddle had the gall to ask if he could take a seat, and James, not wanting to be rude, had agreed. Things had gone downhill from there as the Slytherin fellow had firmly excluded James from the conversation as he began to engage Regulus on unit-specific subjects and events that he had no way of providing input on.

“How is the dialysis line I put in?” Riddle asked about five minutes into all this.

“Perfect,” Regulus answered, his silver gaze flicking to James. He kept doing that. It was like he was waiting for something, but James wasn’t sure what.

He withheld a scowl at the cardiothoracic fellow’s flash of perfect teeth. “Excellent. You were so helpful getting that done. I don’t know what my resident was thinking, bringing the kit without a pigtail with him. Lucius is usually much smarter than that. You really are always one step ahead of everyone, Regulus. So good.”

Apparently, Regulus was not as unlike Sirius as James had originally thought because he preened at the complement in just the same way. His desire for approval would have been nice to learn later on when he had Regulus on his knees sucking him off, James’s fingers tugging roughly through his soft curls as he uttered praise for his gorgeous tongue—not here in the cafeteria watching Riddle blatantly flirt with his lunch date right under James’s nose.

He couldn’t take it anymore.

“Get your own nurse, Riddle,” James finally snapped, goodwill and politeness dismissed. “This one’s taken.”

The two Slytherins looked over at him in surprise—Riddle with a bit of amusement and Regulus with such obvious interest that James could feel his traitorous heart uptick in response.

“Taken?” Riddle repeated with a smirk, leaning back in his seat. “He doesn’t look all that taken, Potter, and believe me, I’m familiar with what he looks like when he is.”

“Well I’m looking forward to seeing it for myself really soon, so no spoilers.”

Riddle laughed. “That’s presumptuous. You always did think you were better than everyone else. I’m starting to remember that about you now from my residency days.”

“Oh, I’m not saying I’m better than everyone. I’m just better than you.”

James wasn’t sure what Regulus had been waiting for the whole time Riddle was inflicting his presence on them. Regulus didn’t strike him as the kind of guy to suffer silently, but maybe he wasn’t suffering at all, but simply enjoying James’s torment. At last, however, it seemed that he had finally been satisfied; that James had passed some kind of test.

“Hey Riddle?” Regulus interrupted calmly.

“Yeah?”

“Fuck off.”

Riddle stared hard at Regulus and wow okay maybe James wasn’t the only one who liked his lovers feisty. He looked equal parts pissed off and ravenous. “‘Fuck off,’” he repeated darkly. “Just like that, huh?”

“Just like that,” Regulus agreed, peeling the lid off his clam chowder.

Riddle’s lips twisted in a smirk even as he toyed with his soda straw. “Now really, Regulus, what use are you going to have for him? Potter’s the most generically pleasant person in the tower; the personification of a low-sodium diet. He’s a third rate nurse running a fourth rate unit.”

“And you’re a fifth rate doctor with a sixth rate personality, so now what?”

He’s just so fucking fiery, James groaned to himself, unsuccessfully attempting to hold it together. Bloody hell, I need a minute.

Apparently Riddle was thinking along the same lines because he ran his tongue over his teeth in obvious frustration, his carmel-brown eyes glinting. “Reconsider.”

“We're off the unit. That means I don’t take orders from you.”

“Regul—“

“Don’t make me tell you twice. It makes you look desperate.”

There was a short, charged silence as the two frankly vicious personalities clashed like swords before James’s eyes. Riddle looked like he wanted to jump the petite brunet right there and then, but Regulus looked completely unconcerned, even dismissive. Eventually, Riddle had no choice but to back off with an irritated scoff, pick up his soda and strut off towards a table on the other side of the dining room populated by people in monochromatic light blue OR scrubs.

#regulus black #james potter #starchaser #jegulus #sunseeker #jegulus microfic #marauders nurse!au #james loves regulus #tom riddle

[xjustakay]

(10/6) prompt: pumpkin — 993 words (jegulus dads + harry; family pumpkin carving silliness) @jegulus-microfic

“Papa?” Harry’s head pops up above the overly large pumpkin in front of him as he shifts onto his knees.

Naturally, he picked one of the biggest in the patch they had taken him to. James had to carry it up on his shoulder when they left; it’s half the five year old’s height when Harry stands up. They’ve got their work cut out for them in hollowing the thing out and carving it, but as usual, neither Regulus or James could say no when Harry asked so sweetly.

“Yes, my darling?” Regulus replies, stretching his legs out where he sits on a patio chair.

James is responsible for the pumpkin insides, Regulus isn’t handling all that mess. He’ll help with the carving itself, but the gutting is all his husband. There’s a growing pile of seeds and strands on the laid out newspaper on their back patio as Harry and James continue to dig in with bare hands and scoop more out. Harry stands and throws down a fistful with a sticky slap, Regulus’ nose wrinkling faintly before green eyes land on him again.

“Can we watch the Jack and Sally movie after dinner tonight?” Harry requests.

“Again, mate?” James chuckles. “We watched that one two nights ago.”

“Well, I like that movie,” Harry huffs, almost going to put his hands on his hips before he halts, finding a seed stuck to his palm.

He flails his arm wildly, trying to shake it off. Laughing again, James catches their son carefully by the wrist and plucks it off for him, a polite ‘thank you, daddy’ leaving Harry’s mouth afterward. Fondness blooms warmly in Regulus’ chest, in the unstoppable smile his lips curl into. James looks over at where he sits, a mirrored look of loving pride on his handsome face.

“We can watch whatever you like, sweetheart,” Regulus assures.

“I want my pumpkin to look like Jack, too,” Harry says, nodding.

“We have the stencil kit for it, remember? He’ll be perfect,” James tells him, head inclining Regulus’ way. “Papa will make sure of it.”

“I’ll certainly do my best.”

“And what do we do with all this stuff?” Harry thrusts an arm down at the pile of pumpkin insides, a scrunched look on his face.

“Some people make different foods with it, but we’ll just throw it away,” Regulus explains.

“Yeah, because we can’t eat pumpkin seeds. Got to be careful with those,” James adds with a mischievous grin.

Regulus rolls his eyes despite the smile remaining on his face. Oh, here we go.

“Why?” Harry questions.

“Because if you eat pumpkin seeds, then a pumpkin will grow in your belly.” James reaches out to grab Harry around the middle, dirtying his shirt with sticky hands when he tickles at his sides.

Harry lets out a squealed string of giggles as he squirms away from the playful attack. Once he’s caught his breath and put a little distance between himself and the threat of his father’s wiggling fingers, it obviously dawns on him what he’s just been told. A look of horror crosses the little boy’s face as it sinks in fully.

“Wait, what?” Harry whips toward Regulus, looking to him to confirm this worrying news.

Regulus huffs a laugh, shaking his head. “He’s joking, my darling. Don’t worry.”

“Am I?” James challenges.

He merely smirks when Regulus fixes him with a pointed stare.

“Watch, I’ll show you.” Regulus pushes up from his chair to cross the patio.

He stops at the edge of the newspapers and bends to pick up a pumpkin seed that’s not buried in strands so he doesn’t have to get his hand too dirty. James leans back on his own hands, watching him amusedly as Regulus pops the seed into his mouth. His husband is well aware of his lack of liking for most things pumpkin, as food goes. James looks far too satisfied with himself as Regulus chews slowly.

Harry gasps, bolting toward where Regulus stands and pressing both hands against his stomach. So much for staying cleaner than the two of them. Regulus should have known it was unavoidable.

“Are you okay, Papa?” Harry asks, blinking wide eyes up at him.

“Yes, I’m perfectly fine,” Regulus answers, making it a point to cut a sideways look at James where he fails to stifle his laughter. The asshole. “Daddy was just playing with you.”

“Are you sure?” Harry pushes a little harder at Regulus’ stomach until Regulus lays his much larger hands over his.

“I’m very sure. No pumpkin, I promise.” He nods.

Harry’s hands slip out from beneath Regulus’ and fall to his hips when he swivels toward James. “That wasn’t very nice.”

It’s Regulus’ turn to laugh now. Every day Harry grows to be more and more like each of them in different ways. It’s always pleasantly surprising when it’s him that the little boy mirrors.

“No, it wasn’t,” Regulus agrees, copying Harry’s stance with his hands on his own hips. “What do you think, Harry? No dessert for him tonight?”

Harry grins with his own dangerous mischief —a perfect combination of both of his fathers with the way he stands paired with the look on his face.

“And no more Papa kisses,” He snickers.

James sits up straight, holding his hands up in defense. “Whoa now, let’s not get crazy here.”

“I agree with Harry.” Regulus snorts when James immediately scowls at him.

“This is outrageous,” James huffs. The corners of his mouth twitch upward no matter how hard he tries to look serious, to feign his offense at this joint verdict for his punishment.

They both know that’s an impossible thing for either of them to agree to anyway, but they’re experts at playing along for Harry’s sake. As it is, Regulus already battles the urge to duck down and kiss James quickly in appreciation for always being a continuous light in their lives. No matter how ridiculous he does it.

#jegulus #jegulus microfic #baby harry #harry potter #hadn’t written jegulus dads in a hot minute it was time #and now i’m soft as hell #i love them an insane amount #kay’s microfics #kay’s writing #jeggy dads series

[w4ndering-th0ught]

sweat. 647 words. @jegulus-microfic.

Joint quidditch practices were Madam Hooch’s idea. Something about trying to quell inter-house animosity- blah blah blah.

In Regulus’ opinion the only thing useful about the joint practices is that they get to see first hand what a disaster the Gryffindor team is.

Like right now, Frank Longbottom and Marlene McKinnon are in a shouting match over which drill the group should work on next.

“No- NO! We can’t give them our best drills, Marlene, they’ll-”

“Oh for fucks sake, we have practice with them for the rest of term, what are we going to do? Never train to our full potential?!”

The Slytherin captain, Dorcas Meadowes, is watching the exchange with her trademark sharpness. She throws a look over at Regulus and cocks and eyebrow. He can practically hear her voice in his head, all brawn no brains, this lot.

He laughs at her and turns away, catching sight of James Potter. Staring at him.

Dorcas claps her hands together twice. “Alright, we’re going to move on to some partner work while those two finish their little spat.” She gestures with two lazy fingers over at Frank and Marlene and starts to draw a line in the mud with the heel of her boot. Marlene looks like she’s swallowed a pygmy puff.

“I call this one push-over.” Dorcas says as she finishes her line. She flicks another finger at Marlene. “You’re with me since you’re finished over there.”

Marlene splutters but stomps over all the same.

“Slytherins will be on this side of the line, Gryffindors on the other.” Dorcas indicates the line in the mud separating her and Marlene. “Knees bent, hinge slightly at the waist, and link your shoulders.” Dorcas gestures for Marlene to follow her lead and they end up with Dorcas’ left shoulder pressed to Marlene’s right, their cheeks practically smushed together. “The goal is to get to your opponent's side of the line.”

That’s all the warning Dorcas gives before she is barrelling into Marlene full force, the Gryffindor staggering back three paces. Dorcas catches her round the middle before she can go sprawling in the mud.

She keeps her hand in the curve of Marlene’s waist and turns to address the rest of the two teams. “Just like that. Go ahead and pair off. I’ll count you down.”

Marlene has gone bright red.

Regulus turns to see which Gryffindor he can goad into going against him and finds James Potter already waiting on the other side of the line. He doesn’t say anything, just bends over slightly and offers his shoulder to Regulus the way a knight might offer a lady his sword. Chivalrous. Condescending.

Regulus tries his best to scowl and hinges forward, slotting his shoulder in place against James’. He’s hot from their warm up, Regulus can feel his breath tickling at his neck.

“3, 2, 1-”

Neither of them hesitate, they’re pressing and shoving and heaving at each other. James is growling, the feeling of it vibrating through his chest and transferring to Regulus’ clavicle.

And Regulus is not going to win this. James is a chaser, broad and tall and fucking strong. Regulus is a seeker, he’s quick but he can’t-

James’ foot slips in the mud and he goes down, snagging Regulus’ kit so they land in a heap, Regulus directly on top of him.

James is gasping, heaving in the air Regulus unceremoniously squished out of him. Regulus is trying to catch his breath as well, very conscious of the fact that they’re only inches away.

“Thought you had that, did you?” Regulus says.

Sweat drips down James’ forehead and snags in the tail end of his eyebrow. “I’m right where I want to be, sweetheart.” James reaches his head forward and brushes their noses together. It’s a tiny touch, a fragment of a moment, and then James is dumping Regulus into the mud.

#jegulus #regulus black #james potter #jegulus fanfiction #jegulus microfic #my writing #dorcas meadowes #marlene mckinnon #dorlene

[weirdtinkerbellversion]

Dec 11. Prompt: Cauldron. Word count: 222 @jegulus-microfic

I know it’s December but I can never resist a fluffy Halloween fic. This fandom needs fluffy, happy halloween content.

Regulus and James were in their room, putting on their costumes, when they heard Harry in the other room yell and start to cry.

Regulus is immediately by his side. “What’s wrong mon chou? What happened?”

“My..my costume..it ripped.” he managed to get out between little sobs.

“Oh it’s okay darling, we can sew it back. It’ll be good as new.”

“Really?”

“Of course Haz, come here.” Regulus wipes the tears and snot from his son’s face with his sleeve and goes to grab his sewing kit. In that moment, he’s grateful his mother had forced him to learn how to sow, as she deemed it a good skill for a “girl”.

10 minutes later, Harry’s wearing his wizard costume and wrapping his arms around Reg’s neck. “Merci Papa!” and he runs out of the room.

“Look at you, always saving the day,” James says from where he’s standing in the doorway in his Spiderman costume. “Maybe we should switch costumes.”

“Nah. Flashy famous superhero is your thing, not mine. I think I’ll stick with my black cat and be Harry’s sidekick.”

“Can we go now?? We’re going to miss out on the good candy,” said Harry, rocking on the balls of his feet from the top of the stairs.

“Grab your hat and your cauldron and we can go.”

#Jegulus #Jegulus microfic #Jegulus raising Harry #Trans Regulus #Reggie is the problem solver in the Potter-Black household

[underburningstars]

darlin', i'm falling 9

for @jegulus-microfic prompt impulse, wc 245

“Come on, come on, show me. Hurry up,” James laughs as Regulus drags him to their bedroom with little to no patience. 

“Slow down, I’m not going anywhere,” But Regulus doesn’t listen to him. He pushes James inside the room and onto the bed and sits down beside him.

“Shirt off.”

“How bossy,” James chuckles fondly and slowly starts taking his shirt off. He pops one button at a time holding eye contact with Regulus throughout. Regulus does not look amused.

“I cannot believe I have such terrible taste in men,” Regulus deadpans.

James grins at Regulus and shrugs his shirt off. He rises to his knees and turns around on the bed. 

“Oh, it’s beautiful,” Regulus whispers as he touches the edges of the antlers of the stag gently. The stag shakes its head and Regulus smiles at it. “It’s so lovely.”

“I have another one actually,” James says, looking at Regulus over his shoulder. 

“Hm?” Regulus’ eyes dart over his back, “Where?”

“It’s muggle so it doesn’t move. Wait–let me show you,” He turns around to face Regulus again. “Here,” He points right over his heart where the letters ‘R.A.B’ are tattooed in sparkly silver ink. 

Regulus stares at it with slack-jawed awe, “You stupid, impulsive maniac. Why did you get this one?”

James shrugs, “I wanted to. Your name looks nice on my skin.”

Regulus stares at the tattoo a little more before jumping on his arms to kiss him. 

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[ninety-two-bees]

happy birthday, james potter

jegulus microfic | 861 words | age gap + parenting au

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Regulus has never baked a cake before, and he’s not sure why he believed today would be the perfect day to learn. There are already a handful of failed attempts scattered across James’ kitchen. Some of them are…edible, but none of them are perfect. James deserves perfect on his birthday.

Technically Regulus isn’t supposed to be here at all. He’s supposed to be in class while James is at the museum with Harry, but taking one day off to treat his boyfriend on his birthday can’t do any harm, right? The countertops are almost entirely hidden by spilled ingredients and empty packages, but he finds space and perches on the counter with a mixing bowl in his arms.

The last batter was too thick, and this one seems suspiciously too runny, but he has no idea how to fix it. He even went as far as to call Barty and Evan, then Remus and Sirius—all of whom were entirely unhelpful. And now James’ kitchen is a mess.

Before he has a chance to put the next batch of cake mix in the oven, or even think about cleaning up, he hears the front door open and freezes in place. James is home.

Harry makes it to the kitchen first, walking right up to where Regulus is sitting and staring up with that wide bug-eyed stare Regulus has gotten so used to in the past year.

“Hi, buddy. Where’s your dad?” he asks, climbing off the countertop and swapping the mixing bowl out to pick Harry up instead. When Harry points over Regulus’ shoulder, he freezes up all over again.

“Please don’t be mad,” he begs softly, not daring to turn around to face James. His boyfriend has never been angry with him before, but there’s a first time for everything, right? And knowing Regulus’ luck, he has probably ruined James’ entire birthday.

James doesn’t say anything, but only a moment passes before Regulus feels familiar arms around his waist and a comforting chest against his back. He leans into James’ embrace instantly, struggling to fight off a smile as Harry wraps his arms around him too. This is his favourite place to be—in the arms of his family.

“Why would I be mad, baby?” James mumbles, pressing a kiss to the top of Regulus’ head. “You made cake!”

“I made a mess,” Regulus points out with a soft laugh.

One of the agreements within their relationship is that Regulus isn’t allowed to spend money on James until he finishes his degree and goes back to working full-time. It’s done wonders for the health of the bond between them, but Regulus still wanted to offer James something as a gift.

“Harry has made worse messes with much less time. We can clean it up together,” James insists. He lets go of Regulus as Regulus lowers Harry to the ground, and the two of them—three, if he counts Harry “helping”—make quick work of the baking disaster.

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Hours pass, all of which Regulus spends no more than a few feet away from James. They decorate the house together for his birthday, drop Harry off with his grandparents for the night, and kill the last bit of time before the party breaking in James’ new mattress.

“You really are getting old, you know.” Regulus has taken to straddling James’ lap on the living room couch despite the dozens of party guests around them. No matter how popular James is, Regulus knows he will always be at the centre of his boyfriend’s world. It’s as if the rest of the party doesn’t exist.

“I’m still a couple of years off forty! I’ve still got some youth left in me,” James argues. “And in fifteen years, when you’re this age, you’ll be saying the exact same thing.”

With laughter spilling from his lips, Regulus drops his head onto James’ chest, allowing James to wrap his arms around him in a warm embrace. If anyone is judging them for the blatant PDA, they don’t say anything

“I’m sorry I wasn’t able to give you anything for your birthday,” he mumbles against James’ neck, eyes fluttering shut as James’ fingers trail up and down the length of his spine.

They had to throw out all of the cakes Regulus attempted to make, and ended up buying one at the nearest supermarket instead. James had insisted that it’s the thought that counts, but Regulus still wishes he had done more.

“There is…one thing you could give me, but it’s entirely up to you.” Regulus lifts his head again, gazing at James with intense curiosity. “Move in with me.”

A moment passes between them, and Regulus is certain his heart beats twice as fast as it ever has before.

“You really mean it?” he whispers, voice laced with trembling disbelief.

“I really mean it,” James promises.

Another moment passes. And then; “Absolutely. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

One of James’ hands comes up to hold the back of Regulus’ head, and then they’re kissing. It must look as intense as it feels, because someone whistles and a few people laugh just before they pull apart, breathless.

“Happy birthday, Jamie.”

this microfic is based on james and regulus in be good to me (i beg of him) because i missed them <3

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[whinlatter]

flower(y) | a hinny microfic

@hinnymicrofic day 10 | prompt: flower

‘So.’

‘…so - ’

‘That was - ’

‘ - sorry it was - y’know - in front of everyone - ’

‘Be fair, not quite everyone. Just all our mates, my ex, my brother - the girl who drugged my brother - ’

‘I know - sorry - it’s just - you were right there - ’

‘Don’t be sorry. I’m not sorry. Are you sorry?’

‘No. Not at all.’

‘So - do you - shit, I’m still in my kit, I probably smell - ’

‘You don’t. Smell, I mean. I mean, you just smell like you.’

‘- I beg your pardon?’

‘You know. Sort of - flowery.’

‘I smell flowery?’

‘Yeah. I mean. I don’t know. You smell - nice, you always smell nice.’

‘I always smell nice - ?’

‘ - there's an echo in here - ’

‘You do not get to take the piss, Potter, not when you apparently know what I smell like - ’

‘That’s weird, isn’t it. Sorry. Sorry, I’m bad at this - I'll get better - ’

‘I’m pulling your leg, you muppet. Will you stop saying sorry? You don’t need to be sorry, it’s me.’

Two dumb big grins behind a tapestry in a deserted corridor, faces on fire, hearts going the same way. She’s taking his hand, she's here, it’s real, this is real. Yeah, he thinks, it’s you.

#happy anniversary babies #wishing happy anniversary to fictional characters on the internet what am i like #hinny #hinny microfic #ginny weasley #harry x ginny

[regscupid]

10/29 prompt: blood - spiderman au, injury (938 words) - @jegulus-microfic

It took a while, but three years after the spider bite and countless run-ins with everything from petty criminals to worldwide threat-level supervillains, James considered himself a pro at thinking on his feet. Standing ten feet away from a wide-eyed Regulus Black in a room that definitely did not belong to his best friend, bleeding profusely from his side– he’s not so sure anymore.

They could’ve been locked in a staring contest for ten seconds or ten minutes, he wouldn't know. James liked Regulus’ eyes, and seeing them directed at him, softened at the edges with worry, or maybe panic— despite James knowing he still had his mask on so it wasn’t about it being him— instead of the usual cold sharpness kept his feet firmly planted where he stood. Unfortunately, before long the quiet sound of something dripping on the carpet pulled at their attention.

Regulus has always been pale, but James watched all color drain from his face when his eyes landed where his hand pressed down on his wound– now much darker than the usual vibrant red of his suit.

“Uh— sorry, wrong house?” He said in an entirely unconvincing faux-deep voice. And with that James was back outside before Regulus could reply, crawling his way to the next window over. Maybe it was the injury or the adrenaline from the night beginning to wear off, but the panic of Regulus seeing Spiderman in his fucking bedroom hadn’t set in yet. It would eventually, but he would deal with one problem at a time.

After quietly lifting Sirius’ window— always left a little bit open for him— he stumbled his way in just to be met with a dark, empty room.

James frowned, trying to remember if Sirius had said anything about having plans that night. He sighed and flopped down on the rug, digging under the bed for the first aid kit they always kept stocked. It probably didn’t count as a first aid kit at that point, filled tight with the kind of medical supplies you’d find in an emergency room, not the little red box kept in most people’s bathrooms.

Just as he flipped the box open, quick footsteps stopped abruptly at the door before it swung open.

Regulus stood under the doorframe. To anyone who didn’t know him better, he would have seemed calm and collected, almost bored. But James had cataloged everything he could get from Regulus since he was twelve. And maybe it was a bit of spidey sense, just heightening what had already become second nature for him. The way his thumb fiddled with the door handle, his other hand gripping at the leg of his pajama bottoms. He was having his own internal freak-out.

“He’s not home,”

James blinked.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” He weakly tried the dumb voice again, and was met with an unimpressed look.

“I know it’s you, James. I've known for ages.”

James had a long, arduous night. He was fighting for what felt like hours, thrown into the ground countless times, but those words were the first thing to knock the air out of him.

“I’m not—“ he tried again, more of a wheeze than anything this time.

“I’m not stupid.” Regulus stepped into the room, looking over his shoulder before closing the door behind him with a soft click.

James didn’t speak as Regulus got closer, stopping in front of him and holding his palm out expectantly. James continued to clutch the first aid kit, unmoving. Regulus rolled his eyes.

“I’m literally pre-med. Give it to me.”

Not seeing a way out, James sighed in defeat and handed over the box.

Regulus turned on his heel and marched his way into Sirius’ bathroom, only looking back to check if James was following. He was, of course.

James plopped down on the toilet seat as Regulus washed his hands. The panic of Regulus figuring him out started to subside as the pain in his side grew more urgent, so he pulled his mask off with a groan. It was a deep one, so he was still actively bleeding, but he could already feel his body beginning to rapidly heal. He’d be fine.

When he glanced up, their eyes met for just a moment before Regulus quickly looked away, rinsing a hand towel with warm water. The silence began to be too much, so James did what James did best, talk.

“How did you know it was me?”

Regulus glanced at him and huffed humorlessly. 

“It’s obvious.” He leaned down to get a closer look at the wound. His head stopped a few inches from James’ face and he was hit with the smell of his shampoo, something clean and crisp. “I’ll need to cut some of this away.” He pulled gently at his suit.

“That’s fine,” James replied absentmindedly, “It’s not obvious, no one has ever just figured out it’s me.” 

Regulus pulled a small pair of medical scissors from the kit and fully kneeled down to snip carefully through the fabric. James was used to heightened senses, but his skin buzzed like a live wire with every moment Regulus sat on his knees, touch so gentle but purposeful.

“They don’t pay attention,” Regulus muttered, focused on his task and unaware of the smile making its way onto James’ face.

“And you do? Pay attention?” James asked quietly.

Regulus’ hands stilled for just a moment before reaching for the damp towel on the counter and turning back to his work. He dabbed at the skin around the wound, but James wasn’t paying attention to that.

“Of course I do.”

#a day late but better late than never right #jegulus #starchaser #jegulus microfic #my microfics #regulus black #james potter

[ghoulsbeard]

Down at the clear green hem of the river, knelt in lacy spindleweed, swarmed by dragonflies, Kit’s singing as he works. Even this far from the Orlesian front it’s a risk to make so much noise, but rivers carry songs well— and a league downstream the People are camped— and maybe someone else is picking spindleweed before the sun sets.

Vivienne catches up to him, picking her way through thick mud and slippy river-smoothed stones. The evening veils her robes in orange and deepest blue, winks like a dragon’s eye off her silver staff. She plants it blade-down into the bank and looks him over. “Would another pair of hands go amiss?”

“Never yours, messere.”

She smiles to herself and sits on a fist of pale rock with a view of the river’s glittering bend and the far bank, stiff with thick dead grass, where the forest dwindles away, and the halla go dancing in and out of the trees.

Kit whistles the second verse through his teeth, since he’s thinking of dancing, and pretty things. He couldn’t send a bag of rocks. He glances down the water, where lines of black lotus flowers trail along the sinking sunlight.

“I was unaware you were an admirer of opera, my dear.”

“I only know half,” he admits. “Had the chorus stuck in my head all through Revasan.”

“Fournier was greatly popular in his time.” She produces twine from some hidden pocket, and a knife. Sylaise bless an alchemist’s steady hands. “At least you’ve moved past those terrible Denerim drinking songs.”

He laughs. “You must admit, these southerners have a few good ears among them!”

“I must do no such thing.” Her mouth twitches. “I’ve heard one bawdy lay of the sainted Bride too many. And Sera’s little improvisations do them no credit. And must they all involve a dog?”

He points at Vivienne with a dripping bunch of leaves. “The strapping Alamar, Red-Haired Annie—“

She groans. “Maker spare me.”

“Ha! Not til the sixth verse, archmage!”

#this one was nothing but im fond of it… thought it was lost.. #vivienne #kit #microfic

[starchaserdreams]

Wolfstar Microfic: Hydrate

“Have you eaten that banana? You should eat it.”

“Yes, I did,” Remus said, not even looking over at Sirius. He knew that he meant well. Remus’ eyes just stayed on the pitch in front of them.

“And water. Have you hydrated enough?”

Remus looked over and glared at him. James was laughing next to him, but fondly.

“I’ve flown on a broom before, I’m not going to be so weak I fall off,” Remus argued.

Sirius just looked at him with pleading eyes. 

“Well it’s a lot of exertion and I don’t want you to be exhausted. I want it to be fun for you.”

Remus sighed. Sirius was right, he wasn’t used to flying and perhaps wasn’t taking it as seriously as Sirius and James were. 

He grabbed his water bottle out of his bag and took a few quick sips.

“Happy?” He asked, trying to placate his friends. 

Sirius nodded, pleased. 

It was the first chance James and Sirius had had to play in a quidditch match since graduating, so they were taking it very seriously. They’d managed to convince Regulus to get a team of former Slytherins together to play against the Gryffindors. It was meant to be a friendly match rather than a competitive one, but Remus had his doubts. 

And, wonder of wonders, they had begged Remus to play. They hadn’t been able to find a second beater, and had convinced him to play if only so that they didn’t have to forfeit the match that had been their idea. 

Remus had practiced for weeks, and he didn’t think he would be useless anymore. 

But it was a testament to how much he loved Sirius that he had been able to be talked into it.

It would have crushed Sirius not to get to play, and Remus never could have been the cause of that pain. 

So here he was, a 22 year old man in an old Gryffindor quidditch kit, standing with a borrowed broom and waiting for the first match of his life.

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@wolfstarmicrofic - 341 words - 5/18

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[oknowkiss]

microfic may - day 1 - yearn

*extremely backstreet boys voice* oh my god we’re back again! just like last year, all of my @microficmay entries are connected into a larger story. this year i’m shoving harry & draco even further north, to a seed bank in the arctic.  50 words. no rating. drarry.

“You’re late,” Draco calls down a long hall. Harry squints, darkness sharp after weeks outside.

Harry’s polar kit is heavy with snow; he lets Draco’s echoing footsteps come to him.

Draco looks warm. Clean, rested. Harry’s opposite even here, at the end of the Earth.

“Did you remember my Maltesers?”

#my fic #microficmay2023 #microficmay #drarry microfic #drarry #draco malfoy #harry potter