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bellaxisworld · 19 hours
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april 26 @jegulus-microfic prompt: aimless. word count: 248.
Regulus Black is not a person who ever feels misguided. At this point in his life, he feels strength in his purpose, and he’s confident in his decisions, his opinions. He follows a clear path, he’s organized—and it brings him joy to be so put-together. He doesn’t often feel lost. 
That is—he’s never felt as aimless as he does now, standing before the most stunning man he’s ever met, mouth dropped open in awe as he stares wordlessly. The man grins at him, and his heart flutters. He is pure fucking gold under Regulus' gaze, glistening and warm under the sunlight, and Regulus knows he has never understood true want until this moment. 
He’s been standing silently for far too long now, and he realizes he forgot the question the man asked entirely. Shit. 
He stammers through half a phrase before the man’s chuckle interrupts him.
“I’m James,” he says, eyes full of honeybrown sugar as he looks down at Regulus. He’s tall. Regulus is weak in the knees. 
Remembering his manners, Regulus breathes and extends a hand, “I’m Regulus.” 
James’ smile widens, and he says, “That’s a lovely name, Regulus.” Their hands meet in the middle. Between them, Regulus feels the entire universe hone into the contact—he feels the universe pause and right itself completely at this moment, because nothing has ever felt as perfect as them. Regulus looks up at James, and he thinks, absurdly, in every life, my heart will find yours. 
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alexsays-no · 2 months
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Harry is just being Harry. Again
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Art teacher and daddy AU part.2 ♡
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mothlau · 9 months
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brain filled with jegulus uni au where james walks into the wrong lecture, all tired and sleep deprived, with baby harry on his chest. cue regulus falling in love with the hot dilf that doesn't belong in his post modernism class and who he knows for a fact is sirius' best friend
first chapter is officially out :) 
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likeprongstostars · 1 year
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inspired by @b1tchplease114 post about marauders x tangled...
we have reg with a pan... please give this boy a pan and let him be violent
we have james who would be absolutely horrified by his 'wanted' posters because THE AUDACITY of disrespecting his beauty
bonus pandora as pascal (done with them but full glam) and barty as maximus (but i can't draw horses to save my life)
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garforprongs · 5 months
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Jegulus Skater Au ❄️
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myrows · 10 months
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Jegulus vampire au? Yes thank you
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letraspal · 7 months
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“That’s my boy”
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northlt · 8 months
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I love the “Jegulus fic in which Regulus is a poet and James falls in love reading his work”
But I raise you to- Jegulus modern au in which James is into this niche pairing in his favourite show and Regulus is the only fanfic author that writes abt them so James reads all his work and he’s his biggest fan and they fall in love talking abt their otp
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aanniehunt · 1 year
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Inspired by @rollercoasterwords' nothing fades like the light + this photo
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florsial · 1 month
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Modern Jegulus au but it's just them working at a restaurant together and Regulus won't stop smacking James' across the head with his notepad when the other is flirting with him and James sneaking up on Regulus every so often while the customers tease them
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bellaxisworld · 1 month
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february 29, @jegulus-microfic prompt: address. word count: 1,019.
James checks and double-checks the star shaped silver tag, glancing out the car window at the street sign. “Are you sure this is the right address?” he asks Remus, running a gentle hand along the black cat’s fur. The cat, Lune, purrs and pushes her head into his palm. He smiles, warmth blooming in his chest from her unabashed affection. They’d only just picked her up an hour ago, finding her stranded but clawing gently at their door. James’ heart immediately latched onto her, melting everytime she nudged him with her paw. 
“This is definitely the address from her collar,” Remus mutters, looking at the small flower beds lining the walkway. The home was rather lovely, looking strangely antique but well taken care of. 
James had no clue how Lune managed to find herself halfway across the city. 
He and Remus walk tentatively up to the green-painted door, and James already mourns the loss of Lune, aching with the thought of having to let her go. She’s curled up against his chest, eyes half lidded with sleepiness. James wants to hold on forever. 
The door opens, and James thinks his world realigns itself, or maybe it falls apart and rebuilds into something new, something utterly wonderful. 
The most lovely boy James has ever seen stands before them, pouting and adorable, with flushed cheeks and black curls ruffled against his forehead and around his ears. He looks rather disturbed that anyone dares bother him, and James thinks there should be art dedicated to the glory that is this man standing before him. James thinks he is the art itself. 
His pretty gray eyes widen almost comically as he sees the cat in James’ arms. 
James’s heart flips and turns and squeezes when he grumbles something unintelligible in French, and he’s silent, stuck staring at this beauty in awe. 
Remus clears his throat. “We found her clawing at our door this afternoon. I’m not quite sure how she made it to our part of town, but—”
“My idiot brother, that’s how,” the man says, rolling his eyes and huffing. James wants to touch and feel him under his fingertips, completely enraptured by this downright angelic being. “He was babysitting her this weekend while I was out of town. Obviously, he cannot be trusted with babysitting.” He reaches forward with pale hands to scoop her from James’ chest, but James is transfixed, lips parted as he thinks about the French lilt to the man’s words. He might be falling in love. 
Remus elbows him and he’s sharply brought back to reality, highly aware he was staring for a moment too long. He releases Lune to her owner’s arms, and she purrs again, nuzzling into the man’s neck. James is full of butterflies as he sees the man smile, hands lovingly cradling Lune. He feels less sorry for returning her, now that he sees the love she is returning to. 
James also plans on infiltrating the man’s life, wiggling his way into his beautiful arms, so he knows he’ll see her again. 
“Thank you both for bringing her home. It’s quite a ways from your home, I imagine, but your effort is very appreciated.” He speaks so formally, and James wants to dig his fingers into and tug and tug until something breaks. He’s feeling rather insane about this stunning stranger. “I’m Regulus, by the way. Your names are—?”
Remus chokes, coughing rather dramatically. “Regulus?” he croaks. “As in, Regulus Black?”
What a pretentious name, James thinks, again staring at him wistfully. Then— “Black? Like, Sirius—”
“I am Regulus Black, Sirius Black’s brother.” Regulus says, monotonously. Ah, the French makes sense. “Stupid bastard couldn’t even properly babysit my cat.” He huffs. “Are you all neighbors, then?”
Sirius Black is James’ enthusiastic French neighbor turned good friend. He was also blessed with unnaturally good looks, and James sees the resemblance now, looking at Regulus. 
Beside James, Remus blushes and mumbles, “Not my neighbor—” 
Sirius is James’ neighbor, and Remus’ current European conquest. How fitting, James thinks, for him and Remus both to fall for the Black brothers. 
James is free-falling off the deep end, preparing for a brutal fall. 
“I’m James,” he manages to say. Regulus’ rapt attention turns to him and he burns under it, feeling overwhelmed immediately. “Sirius’ neighbor.” He extends a hand and a smile, waiting for Regulus to take it. 
Take my hand, he begs in his head. Free fall with me. 
Their hands meet in the middle, and James swears he feels a spark ignite between them. He thinks he sees Regulus blush under his gaze. 
Their hands fit together perfectly, like puzzle pieces clicking into place. They both linger in the other’s touch, reluctant to pull away, brown eyes caught on gray ones, stuck in this charged moment. 
“Thank you, James,” whispers Regulus, and James grins, soaking up every second of his attention, feeling a rush of affection towards him. His name spilling from Regulus’ lips feels like a form of worship. 
James takes a leap of faith, free-falling off the very edge of which he was unprepared to fall from. “Can I get your number, Regulus?” Catch my fall, catch my fall, catch my— 
“Yes,” he breathes, hastily running into his apartment and returning with a slip of paper. He’s blushing fiercely, and James wants nothing more than to kiss his pink cheeks. He’s beautiful and soft, worth being cherished. 
James winks on his way down the steps, and when they make it into the car, Remus cackles. “Both of us! The Black brothers, James, both of them!” He’s wheezing. 
They drive off, and James looks back to see a black head of curls peeking through a curtained window. James smiles, and Regulus waves back, a soft smile tugging at his lips. 
If James is free-falling, so is Regulus—and that’s what love is all about, doing the scary things together. They’ll hold each other through the fall, and the crash might not hurt so bad. Maybe the pain will vanish with the first touch of a lover’s kiss. Either way—they’ll come out of it, together.
✩ part 29/29 of my microfic-fic on ao3: february, i'm yours.
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alexsays-no · 17 days
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Art teacher and daddy AU part.4
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I was a bit hesitant to post these ones, but my patrones encouraged me to do it.
It's a slow burn guys, they cannot date when Regulus is still Harry's teacher, so bare with me on these two ♡
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They gifted Reg a sketchbook, and James put a secret note all the way to the end ♡
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it’s actually a miracle that no one has ever written a French Wars of Religion jegulus au fic.
hear me out, hear me out;
It’s the 1500’s. The French monarchy is desperately trying to keep themselves and the Catholic Church superior to the Protestant faith, specifically the Huguenots. King Henry II of France (Orion) dies unexpectedly, leaving the throne to an eleven year old Henry III (Regulus), after the death of his brother. Too young to take the throne, Catherine de Medici (Walburga) takes over the throne and commits a LOT of violent crimes. The other brother, the Duke of Aleçnon (Sirius) abandons the whole monarchy and joins a group of Protestant Rebels called The Malcontents (tell me that isn’t the closest thing to Marauders you have EVER HEARD). Part of this group is Henry of Navarre (James) a protestant aristocrat attempting to take the throne and promote religious freedom. They call him the Good King Henry (something that SCREAMS James Potter).
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lulublack90 · 13 days
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Prompt 13 - Ski
@jegulus-microfic April 13, Word count 996
James could not Ski. He’d tried for years. His parents took him every year, but he just didn’t have the balance for it. Even now, at 25, he stayed on the easiest slopes. He watched 8-year-olds surpass him. But even though he was hopeless, he absolutely loved it. The mountains were so beautiful, the air crisp and cold, and the evening wood fires with fresh hot chocolate were to die for. 
One morning, he took the chair lift to the top with his parents, fully intending to take it back down again once he’d taken in the view. But of course. James accident-prone Potter, did not go back down the way he meant to. 
James began to slide backwards without noticing. It was only when, with a puzzled look on his face, he wondered why the trees he was looking at were getting shorter. Did he begin to panic. 
His eyes went wide with horror as he hurtled backwards down the slope. Somehow, he doesn’t quite know how he managed to turn around, so he was at least facing the right way. He started yelling. He’d definitely been happier facing the other way. 
He tried to bring up every lesson he’d ever learnt about Skiing. He managed to slow himself enough to control his descent. That was until the skier clad in a skin-tight black and white snowsuit caught his attention. 
It was as though his skis were attracted to the skier. They turned towards him, and James lost all control. 
“LOOK OUT!!!!” He screamed. The man turned in time to watch James smack into him. They crashed to the ground in a tangle of skis, poles and limbs. 
“What the hell are you playing at?” The other man shouted at him, his cheeks red with anger. James looked at him sheepishly. 
“I’m sorry. I lost control of my skis and couldn’t stop.”
“If you can’t control yourself, you shouldn’t be on this slope. You should be down with the children.” The man sneered at him. James nodded profusely. 
“Yes. Yes, that’s where I normally am, but I accidentally came down this one.” 
“How on earth did you manage that?” The man asked interestedly.
“I came up with my parents and meant to take the lift back down. But, while I was looking at the view. I kind of started sliding backwards, and by the time I realised it was too late.” He flushed with embarrassment. 
“How did you not realise you were moving?” 
“The view was pretty.” He shrugged. The man laughed at him. He tried to stand and hissed when he put weight on his ankle. 
“Damn it.” He tried again and quickly stopped. “Ouch.” He whined. James stood up and was thankfully unharmed. He looked around. They were nearly at the bottom. He could see the bar from here. 
He set his skis in front of him and bent to gather the man’s skis and both sets of poles. 
“Here, hold these.” He told the man as he slipped his hand under him and scooped him into his arms. 
“Ahhhh! What are you doing?” The man panicked. 
“I’m going to get you back down so you can see a doctor.” He didn’t wait for the man to argue. He stood into his skis and set off. Maybe it was the determination to get this man off the slopes, or maybe something had finally clicked, but James skied down the rest of the mountain like a pro. 
He stopped at the bottom, released his feet from his skis and carried the man into the hotel. 
“Hey, can someone get a doctor here? He’s hurt his ankle.” James deposited him on the lobby sofa as gently as possible. “I really am sorry.” He apologised again. “Can I get you anything?” The man shook his head. James hovered awkwardly next to the sofa. 
“Oh, for crying out loud, just sit down.” The man snapped. James flung himself on the sofa in panic. “Ouch! Watch the ankle!” 
“Sorry! Sorry!” James’s hands fluttered uselessly over his ankle. 
“I’m Regulus since you asked,” Regulus told him. 
“Oh-er. James, James Potter.” James held out his hand. 
“It was a pleasure to be almost crushed by you, James.” He smirked, a wicked glint in his eyes. 
“I really am sorry.” James dropped his head, staring at his boots. 
“Did someone ask for a doctor?” A tall, lanky man asked them.
“Yes, Regulus here had an accident while we were skiing,” James told the doctor. 
 My name’s Dr Lupin. I’m going to examine you. Is there anywhere that hurts?”
“Excuse me, I was hit by a clumsy yeti.” Regulus snickered back, ignoring Dr Lupin. 
“Did you hit your head?” The doctor asked worriedly, his hands gently probing across Regulus’s head. Regulus swatted him away. 
“No, the yeti was him,” He pointed at James. Dr Lupin looked between them, confused. 
“Regulus, can you tell me where you’re hurt?” He asked again patiently.
“My ankle,” He pointed at his left foot. Dr Lupin carefully prodded and rotated the joint. 
“Hmm, I don’t think it’s broken. Badly sprained. Keep off it for at least a week and wear this…” Dr Lupin dug out a tubular bandage and handed it to James. 
“Make sure you’re boyfriend takes it easy. Hot chocolate works wonders.” He smiled kindly. 
“Oh-no-he’s not my-we’re not!” James spluttered.
“Hear that, dear? Waited on hand and foot.” Regulus said as he held back his laughter. Dr Lupin looked between them again, realising he was missing something. 
“Well. Here’s my card in case the pain gets any worse.” He handed over the little card and excused himself. James watched the doctor pause when the man who looked eerily like Regulus caught his eye when he was about to walk out the door. 
“So hot chocolate then, love?” He snickered at Regulus, winking and taking great pleasure at the pink colour his cheeks turned. James was going to enjoy this week. He just knew it. 
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lilyevansmywife · 1 year
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Regulus: what do you think about Shakespeare?
James: once Sirius and I summoned his spirit and it seemed to me that his views are so outdated and he is not at all handsome I would not want to date him you know
Regulus: that's... not exactly what i was asking about but okay...maybe I shouldn't be talking about literature with the captain of the quidditch team.
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eucalyptusbrainrot · 30 days
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in this one au i am world building Regulus has a chest of nickknacks (it ties into his character!)
James calls Regulus, Trinket.
JAMES’ NICKNAME FOR REGULUS IS TRINKET!!
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