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Prompt 26 - Aimless

@jegulus-microfic April 26, Word count 682

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Regulus had been about to try and explain his way out of being found at the top of the Astronomy Tower with none other than James Potter as soon as Flich’s head had appeared but James had thrown a thick cloak over them and pressed his hand to Regulus’s mouth stopping him for making a sound.

James’s hand was warm, so warm it felt as though Regulus’s cold face was burning under it. He inhaled through his nose and wished he’d been able to use his mouth. Having James’s hand so close to him, that golden skin just beneath his nose, made his scent intoxicating. Regulus's mind went blank as they waited for whatever happened next.

They watched as Filch poked around in the dark crevasses and called out, “Aha!” A few times in vain as he peered into the shadows.

Eventually, he left, and they were alone again. James pulled out a piece of parchment and scanned it. Regulus couldn’t see what was on it as James kept it angled away from him. Only when James let out a sigh of relief did he remove his hand from Regulus’s mouth and pull the cloak off them. The brisk night air filled his lungs with relief after the near-stifling confines of the cloak.

“Sorry,” James said as he tucked the parchment back into his robes and bundled up the shimmering material in his lap. Regulus reached out a finger and tentatively ran it down the cloak. His eyes widened, and he looked up at James in amazement.

“Is that an invisibility cloak?” James nodded at him. “Can I—Can I have a look at it?” He asked, not expecting James to agree, but the boy surprised him and handed it over without a second thought, his face full of trust.

Regulus let the watery material skim through his fingers and draped it across his lap. His legs completely disappeared. Not even a shimmering outline was left behind. They were just gone. He knew James was watching him, but at this point, he didn’t care.

Reluctantly, he returned the cloak, letting it run through his hands as James took it back. “Thank you.” He said quietly, looking at his hands still tingling from the cloak. Or was it from before when he’d stroked James’s fingers and held his face? He flexed them, trying to get them to behave.

“Anytime,” James’s voice penetrated his thoughts.

“Huh?” He said inelegantly.

“You can see it anytime you want.” James suddenly sat up in excitement. “Hey, what about tomorrow night? We can sneak around the corridors, and I can show you this room me and Sirius found…” And just like that, the spell was broken. The mention of his brother’s name brought him back to his senses.

He jumped up and fled. Getting as far away as fast as he could.

He slowed down when he’d gotten a few floors below and in an aimless way wandered around the quiet corridors, his thoughts filled with images of James while still keeping alert enough to avoid Filch and his cat.

He was on the Charms corridor, his eyes scanning the tapestries as he passed them, when he walked into something warm and solid.

James pulled the invisibility cloak off himself and pushed Regulus up against to wall, pinning him on either side with his hands and gazing deeply into his eyes.

“Why did you run away?” James whispered, his voice husky and slightly out of breath. Regulus didn’t answer, just stared right back into those warm pools of hazel. James cocked his head to the side as if trying to read Regulus’s unspoken words. He stepped closer, crowding Regulus more against the wall. Regulus felt his breath hitch, and James’s eyes lit up. Before Regulus knew what was happening. Soft, hot lips were pressed against his, and his hands were reaching up all by themselves into messy black hair. The smell of cedar, summer days and bergamot filled his nostrils and mouth, relaxing him into James’s touch, and for the first time, he felt like he was home.

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venus-sqturn · 6 months

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dilf james where every mom at harrys primary school is just uncomfortably flirting w/ james and one day regulus picks harry up instead and every mom is like “what happened to james, where is he??” “why is there another man picking up harry??” to the point regulus is just like “lmao im james husband”

#dilf james potter #jegulus #jegulus fluff #young jegulus #james loves regulus #james potter #jegulus headcanon #jegulus raising harry #harry potter #james fleamont potter #regulus black #its funny that everybody is like ‘MAKE A FIC’#sorry #idk how to #(unless its a texting fic.)

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alpha-canis-major · 10 months

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James:*accidentally walking into Regulus* Oh hey Reg, how are you?

Regulus:*scowling* watch where you're going Potter

Later

James: I just don't think he likes me Moons, and I don't know what to do with myself because I like him so so so much

Remus: It'll be alright Prongs, and maybe it's better this way so Sirius doesn't kill you

James: Yeah, maybe

Meanwhile

Regulus: I just like him so much

Evan: We know

Regulus: Every single thought I have is about him

Barty: Yes, we know

Regulus: I wish he would just slam me against the wall and have his way with me

Dorcas: Regulus you say this every single day we are aware

Regulus: He's just so ARRRGGGAAARRGGGG and I want to EAT him I need this man biblically he makes me feral

#the marauders era #james potter #sirius black #atyd marauders #jegulus #starchaser #james x regulus #james potter x regulus black #james and sirius friendship #marauders incorrect quotes #jegulus fluff #jegulus fanfiction #regulus black #remus lupin #slytherin skittles #barty crouch jr #evan rosier

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jaioes · 2 months

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Happy valentines day ! ✨✨✨🫶🏻

“ hold me gently, while we look over the sea

Draw circles on my palm as i fall asleep”

A scribbled note hidden in an old book . A remnant of his 17year old self, sappy poems of a boy who saw nothing in his future.

Now he sits on a tattered sofa in a cottage. Hidden away on the hills that watch over the cold and dark waves.

Cause the world didnt end at 17

If you want early access and in progress updates consider supporting me over on patreon! Plus extra sketches for valentines as a treat

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bowiesawizardmoony · 4 months

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when james disassociates and regulus is nearby he likes to doodle on james’ hand as a soft way to ground him and when james comes back to himself he gets to see all the little stars and planets and consolations and moons and plants and whatever else reg drew on him and it makes him feel loved and safe

#james potter #dead gay wizards #maurders era #sirius black #my idiots #remus lupin #james loves regulus #jegulus #regulus black #regulus loves james #starchaser #sunseeker #jegulus headcanon #jegulus fluff #jegulus hc #incorrect marauders quotes #let them be soft #and let them be happy

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nothingtoseeherebyeexx · 1 year

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making jegulus fanart is switching between the taylor swift playlist and the lana del rey one depending on which idiot you’re drawing

#muggle!au ??#i don’t think wizards use calculators #they probably can’t do math since they don’t teach it in hogwarts #jegulus #starchaser #regulus black #james potter #regulus arcturus black #james fleamont potter #jegulus fluff #fanart #jegulus fanart #marauders #marauders era #sunseeker

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ducky-sav · 13 days

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James Potter to Regulus at some point: “My star, you are ever burning, ever shining, and ever mine. I love you.”

#jegulus #marauders #regulus black #maraders era #james potter #james loves regulus #marauders incorrect quotes #regulus loves james #jegulus fluff

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waltzedintherain · 1 year

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when they were young :) inspired by @sequinhaze ‘s ‘when we were young’ fic <3 also part one of… something ive planned

❤️🚬

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jamespotterbbg · 2 months

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one time james went on a game show with sirius in his twenties. sirius was out immediately but james actually went on. he didn’t win but when he left they gave him a life time supply of reese’s. so every month without fail they send him two huge boxes of reese’s and he can order more anytime he likes, free of cost. so for every housewarming or gift for years, james presents them with a box of reese’s. years later, when regulus and james went on their first date, james brought him a box of reese’s decorated with a pretty red bow. on every date james brought him a box and so on james’s birthday, regulus brought him a reese’s, assuming that they were his favorite candy. james admitted he liked reese’s but he really would prefer anything else, showing regulus the entire room filled with reese’s.

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sommerregenjuniluft · 22 days

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@jegulus-microfic april 1 - spring - 1340 words (of domestic bliss with little harry)

Sundays are slow in the Potter household.

One would think James doesn’t like the pace of it, always having to do something usually, always active, moving around or talking, tugging at his loved ones or caressing their skin, but he does. It hasn’t always been this way but with getting older and especially since they’ve become parents James had noticed how his body and mind welcomed the one break in the week to just shut off and recharge.

They’ve fought their way through a cloudy March and with the arrival of April, spring is finally here.

James loves spring. People always assume it’s summer—and credit to them, because he does—but there’s just something about the rebirth of everything that comes after the long gloomy fall and icey winter period. The birds chirp with their return and in search for a mate, insects buzz lively and everything brightens with colour.

Like clockwork, Harry appears in the threshold of the master bedroom at around 7 am, deer plushie in a tight grip by the antlers, his dark mob of hair messy as anything. He drowsily rubs the sleep from his eyes, face squished and James sometimes thinks he might die from how adorable their four year old is.

He grabs his glasses, pushes back the sheets and plants a gentle kiss on Regulus’ cheek where he’s still knocked out like the dead and smushed into his pillow.

Harry pads wordlessly into the living room, James hot on his trail. Though while Harry goes in search of a children’s book for James to read to him, James makes a detour to the kitchen. He fills them two bottles with the tea they let out on the counter overnight, preparing one for Regulus as well for when he wakes up. He cuts up some fruit and vegetables and grabs the packets of rice cakes and crackers from the pantry, loading it all on a tray before he sets on to the living room.

Harry is already curled under the big fleece blanket they keep there, grinning when James rounds the corner with their pre-breakfast.

“Morning, dada,” he greets, sweetly.

James’ chest swells. “Morning, pumpkin,” he returns, pressing a kiss into Harry’s hair, setting down the tray. Before he takes his place next to his son he walks over to open the big terrasse glass doors.

“How’d you sleep?” James asks, plopping down next to Harry who immediately snuggles closer, plushie still in hand.

“Good,” Harry sighs contently and James can’t help himself when he brushes some of his hair back from his forehead and kisses him again. “Can you read to me?”

It’s a hidden object book but James knows what he means. He grins, “’Course, Hazza.”

They do just that for a bit, James describing what’s going on on the pages, creating a story for recurring characters. Skipping back and forth with Harry randomly pointing out another happening of the drawing while he’s munching away on his rice cakes and cucumbers and the occasional grape.

It’s still mildly cool, especially when a faint breeze picks up, moving the grass outside and swishing inside but Harry’s still wearing long pyjamas and James knows he’ll tell him if he’s too cold. He simply burrows further under the blanket and into his father’s side. James runs hot anyways.

When Harry decides they’re done with books James puts on a nature documentary for them.

They’re teaching about the strength of some rainforest ant species when Regulus shuffles into the room, arms wrapped around himself and eyes nearly closed.

“Morning, Papa,” Harry whispers excitedly, already wiggling out of James’ embrace even though he knows Regulus will join them there in just a moment.

A smile tugs at Regulus’ lips as he blinks his eyes open, dark lashes fluttering agonisingly beautifully and giving way to soft grey. James swears they get a little more blue every time right around his birthday, like Regulus is just another subject to the changes of spring.

“Mornin’,” Regulus sighs happily when he squeezes Harry against his chest, peppering the side of his head with kisses until he pulls away, tugging Regulus along to James.

His eyes are already closed again when Regulus nuzzles into the crook of James’ neck, pressing a kiss there before he gets comfortable.

“Morning, love,” James murmurs, voice thick with adoration, audible even to himself, and he strokes Regulus’ exposed arm softly.

The spell of Sunday is thick in the air, heavy in their bones.

Harry, usually the most lively child, always animatedly talking about something or the other, giggling, making jokes or doing mischief, is quiet now too. It’s routine, the way he grabs for Regulus’ arm and squeezes between his two dads, waiting for James to absently card his fingers through their hair and send them back to their slumbers.

It doesn’t take longer than five minutes before Harry’s breaths are deepening and it’s marvellous. Magical in the way that Regulus’ presence seems to calm him so much it pulls him back into another nap.

James smiles so wide, looking down at them like that for so long that his cheeks start straining.

He watches a bit more of the documentary, snaps a few obligatory pictures of them on his phone and sends them into their family group chat. Monty sends back a pixelated picture of a zoomed in shot of Effie in the garden, Sirius replies with a shaky snapshot of him running with the dogs and Remus answers with an aesthetically pleasing picture of what seems to be the breakfast he’s preparing for the two of them.

James’ belly growls hungrily at the reminder and when his gaze falls on the lone grape sitting in the bowl on the tray he decides it’s time for breakfast.

It’s nothing short of artful the way he extracts himself from besides Harry and Regulus without rousing them before he heads for the kitchen.

He grabs flour and sugar, eggs and milk for pancakes, as well as the bacon, bagles and cream cheese. It’s meditative to put together all the ingredients, set the table and assemble syrup and blueberries and chocolate chips. Halfway through James remembers the leftover quinoa in the fridge and between placing patches of batter in a sizzling pan he whips them up a quick salad as well.

The smell in the kitchen is divine and James has already made acquaintances with the joyful bluetit in the tree by the window by the time Regulus comes into the kitchen with Harry on his hip. He’s babbling now, talking Regulus’ ear off by the looks of it and Regulus hums and nods and gasps at all the right places, looking ridiculously endearing with his curls mussed and an imprint of the couch cushion lining his cheek.

“Morning, champ,” James teases, smacking a loud kiss over the line in Regulus’ cheek.

Regulus growls quietly, grinning despite himself, “You’re lucky I love your cooking so much.”

“Yeah, you’re lucky,” Harry parrots, grinning widely.

James tuts with faux affront, “What kind of sentiments are you teaching our poor child, Regulus. I’ve been standing in this kitchen for hours now. How about a ‘Thank you, daddy’?”

“Thank you, daddy,” they both reply in unison though Regulus’ has a decidedly different tone to it that makes James point the spatula at him in warning.

Regulus just smirks before he leans heavily into James’ side and rips a piece of pancake off of the ones already on a plate, blowing on it before dividing it in half and feeding it to Harry and himself.

James tasks them with setting out glasses of water and orange juice, mugs for tea. On Sundays coffee is banned in the Potter house. Regulus thinks he can wind himself out of his caffeine addiction that way.

When everyone is done and everything is in place they all sit down together, legs tangled under the table, smiling warmly at each other over their plates of delicious food, the spring breeze ruffling their hair and clothes pleasantly as it drifts through the open window.

#jegulus raising harry #jegulus #jegulus microfic #jegulus fic #starchaser #sunseeker #jegulus fluff #james potter #regulus black #kid harry potter #toddler harry potter #james potter x regulus black #regulus black x james potter #lune’s tiny fic

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lunarparacosm · 9 months

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lulublack90 · 8 hours

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Prompt 27 - Diplomacy

@jegulus-microfic April 27, Word count 760

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He couldn’t believe Regulus was just going along with it. The boy’s hands were in his hair, nails scraping against his scalp. He’d never felt anything like it. James needed him to be closer, needed to feel him. So, without warning, James put his hands under his skinny thighs, and lifted him into the air, using the wall to take some of the pressure off his arms, he held Regulus.

Regulus let out a small gasp as his feet left the floor. James had fully expected to be punched, but Regulus reacted positively. He wrapped his legs around James’s waist and deepened their kiss with his newfound height.

James felt his whole body melting. He wanted to stay in this moment forever. Nothing mattered, only the boy in front of him.

They broke apart, panting, hearts racing, gulping down air into their oxygen-starved lungs.

“Hi,” James smiled at him, tilting his head, so he could look into those sparking eyes.

“Hi,” Regulus murmured back, the hint of a smile playing at the corner of his mouth. James let his head thump forward into Regulus's chest and Regulus tangled his fingers still further into the short unruly curls. He angled his head and pressed open-mouthed kisses into Regulus’s neck.

“What the bloody hell are you doing?” They froze as Sirius’s voice broke the silence of their corridor. “Get your hands off my brother!” James and Regulus looked at each other this was not going to go well. James tried to convince himself that all they needed was a little diplomacy, but with Sirius’s hot temper and Regulus’s sharp tongue, it would be a challenge to keep them quiet enough not to get caught out of bounds after curfew.

Slowly, he lowered Regulus to the floor, and together they turned and raised their hands to Sirius.

“Why are you raising your hands?” He asked Regulus, confused.

“I wasn’t sure which brother he was referring to, so I thought I’d better be safe.” He shrugged. James let out an almighty snort and had to bury his face in his arm to quell the laughter.

“Put your hands down you idiots.” Sirius rolled his eyes at the pair. “I came looking for you when I noticed you weren’t in bed. This,” He waved his hands at them. “Was not what I expected to find.” He looked wild like he was about to explode at any provocation.

“It’s none of your business what we do, Sirius.” Regulus drawled. “I don’t know why you think you can make a fuss.” All mirth left James as he quickly started damage control to hopefully stop Sirius from seeing red.

“Sirius go back up to the dorm, I’ll meet you there,” He cut Sirius off before he could complain. “I’m going to take Reg back to the Slytherin Common room first.”

“I don’t need an escort, Potter.” Regulus griped. But James ignored him and began to pull out the invisibility cloak. Sirius stormed forward, shoved his hand into James’s pocket and stole the Marauder’s Map.

“Best hurry, Prongs. I’ll be watching.” And with that, Sirius turned on his heel and disappeared into darkness.

James sighed and covered himself and Regulus with the cloak.

“You don’t need to do this, I am quite capable of getting back on my own.” Regulus clearly wasn’t happy. James grinned at him and, making sure Sirius was well and truly gone, pushed Regulus back against the wall and kissed him again. All the fight went out of the other boy.

“We’ve got a couple of minutes before we need to move. Sirius will think we’re bickering still.” James said, pulling away for a moment before pressing his lips against Regulus’s again.

Regulus turned his head slightly, breaking the kiss.

“What does this mean?” Regulus asked, his eyes overly bright as though he was nervous. James shrugged.

“I don’t know, but I like it so far.” He grinned, wriggling his eyebrows. Regulus rolled his eyes in a strange imitation of his brother. He pushed James away from the wall, but grabbed his hand and started pulling him down the corridor towards the dungeons.

“What was that bit of parchment?” Regulus asked as they walked.

“Oh,” James paused, he didn’t know if he could trust Regulus with that information. “Just a useful tool for Mischief makers.” He gave Regulus a final kiss before watching him enter the Slytherin’s secret entrance and headed back to Gryffindor Tower where his best friend waited for him. Maybe he’d go sleep in moaning Myrtle's bathroom, he’d probably get more rest.

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venus-sqturn · 5 months

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fleamont and euphemia to james 😭

#young jegulus #jegulus #jegulus fluff #james fleamont potter #jegulus headcanon #james loves regulus #james potter #wolfstar #dead gay wizards from the 70s #marylily fluff #lily evans #mary macdonald #fleamont potter #euphemia potter

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alpha-canis-major · 10 months

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The Slytherin Skittles sitting by the black lake

Barty: So Evan, about that date on Friday?

Evan: Shagging in the morning instead of the evening barely counts as a date Crouch.

Barty: Yes it does! Dorcas, shagging in the morning counts as a date right?

Dorcas: If it's just shagging and nothing else afterwards, it's only a date if you didn't share a bed the night before.

Evan: Thank you, at least someone agrees.

Barty: Fine, we won't share a bed the night before.

Evan: Oh you're such a pretentious arsehole, Reggie are you hearing this?

Regulus: Huh?

Pandora: I think Regulus is a bit preoccupied with James Potter and his current lack of a shirt.

Pandora:*passing him some water* Here, you look thirsty.

#the marauders era #james potter #atyd marauders #jegulus #regulus black #starchaser #james x regulus #james potter x regulus black #jegulus fluff #jegulus fic #rosekiller #evan rosier #barty crouch jr #barty x evan #pandora lovegood #dorcas meadowes #dorlene

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jaioes · 4 months

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Merry Christmas and happy holidays!!!! Christmas at the potters was warm and loud even if it was mostly just an excuse to stuff their faces and gather together around a pile of spuds. it seems like this is something they've always done and even if that's not true, its something they always will. together in the safety of home

i hope i got Effie and Monty right, i got suggestions from socials along with how i see them.

the girl at the end is my own little character but ill dive into her story in the future

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yourneighborhoodfrog · 1 year

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Regulus: Got it?

James: Got it.

James, internally: Got what?

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