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onehundredflamingos · 7 months

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@jegulus-microfic

3 / zombie / 151 words

“How about a dinosaur?” Regulus asked Harry. It was still four weeks until Halloween, but Harry’s incessant requests to go costume shopping had finally worn James and Regulus down.

Harry shook his head no.

“A pumpkin?” James asked.

Harry shook his head again. “A zombie!”

“He’s only three,” Regulus whispered to James, as if he was unaware.

“It’s not that scary,” James argued, gesturing to the costume Harry had picked out, decaying flesh and rotted teeth and all.

Regulus gave him a pointed look.

“A bear?” Regulus asked next, holding up the fuzzy brown costume and baring his teeth — making a show that bears can be scary too!

“No, zombie!”

Shit.

“Fine, you can be a zombie Harry,” Regulus said, finally acquiescing.

Harry immediately beamed up at James. “I told you we could convince him,” James whispered, ruffling Harry’s hair. “Think we can find one in my size to match?”

#jegulus raising harry #soft regulus #jegulus #james x regulus #marauders era #marauders fanfiction #jegulus microfic #starchaser #domestic jeggy

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murderoushagthesequel · 1 year

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2 In The Morning

quick little microfic of ADHD James because i fucked up my day and i was mad at myself about it so i had to write reggie comforting james :)

(also i did write this in the dark at 2am and proofread it like once so forgive me)

"Hey, baby?" Regulus asks softly, walking towards the bed.

"Mhm?" James replies, absentmindedly, not fully there. Regulus sits down on the edge of the bed and gently reaches towards James.

"Think maybe it's time to put the computer away for the night?" he continues gently.

"I'm almost done with this chapter though," he protests.

"Jamie," Regulus says, a bit more sternly, putting his hand on James' shoulder. James looks up. "You said that five chapters ago." James looks confused.

"But- but that was- ...just this last chapter, I promise." He tries to defend himself, looking a bit hurt. Regulus rubs his shoulder lightly in a soothing motion.

"It's 2 in the morning, James," he says, and James' hands freeze. James turns back to Regulus with a horrified look on his face.

"It's- what?" he whispers on the verge of tears. "But, but it was just 8. I had- I had work to do and I wanted to take a shower and-" the tears start flowing silently down his cheeks and he slumps down, his head in his hands, as he continues to ramble. Regulus can hear James' breathing speed up. "I- I- didn't do the laundry- or-" He struggles to get out the rest of his panic through hyperventilating breaths.

"Shh, shh, it's okay," Regulus says, holding James to him. "I'm right here, I'll make sure everything's alright, I promise." He tries his best to calm James down and keep him together. James continues to breath heavily. "Deep breaths, James, deep breaths." Regulus starts breathing slowly and purposefully, smiling when James starts to follow him.

"You promise?" James finally says, meekly. Regulus presses a kiss to the top of his head and squeezes him tighter.

"I promise, baby. I'll always be right here for you. I love you so much." Regulus will remind him as many times as he needs. As many times as possible.

"Even when I fuck up like this?" he asks quietly. Regulus lifts his head up, holding his face between his palms.

"You didn't fuck up James, this isn't your fault, okay?" James avoids his eyes. "James, you haven't done anything wrong. But even if you did, I would still love you no matter what." James looks back at him.

"Okay," he whispers. Regulus leans forward and presses a kiss to his forehead, then wipes away some of the tears under his eyes. He reaches over and closes the laptop, setting it on James' desk across the room. He walks back over to the bed and offers a hand to James.

"Now let's get ready for bed, yeah?" James winces at the reminder of the time but nods, standing up and taking Regulus' hand, and they walk to the bathroom together.

#jegulus #soft regulus #regulus black #james potter #starchaser #sunseeker #jegulus fanficiton #microfic #marauders microfic #jegulus microfic #adhd james potter #adhd #neurodivergent #hyperfocus #actually adhd #neurodiversesquad

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theladysea31 · 8 months

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Secretly (because, you know, walburga) soft Regulus who love to cuddle stray kitten and would take all of them with him.

Soft Regulus who's favourite season is autumn, but the part of autumn when the air is chilly and you can wear big and soft blankets while drinking hot chocolate.

Soft Regulus who cries inside every time someone loved is mean to him, who thinks about other people's word at three p.m. and simply can't sleep because what if they hate him?

Just soft Regulus 🫠🫠

#marauders #marauders era #regulus black #jegulus #sirius black #harry potter #starchaser #Sirius Black and Regulus Black #soft Regulus #my beloved

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in-the-middle-of-the-room · 7 months

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Absolutely do not think about a 12 year old Sirius with post-cruciatus tremors because Walburga had to punish "the Gryffindor stain out of the Black legacy".

And definitely don't think about him comforting a crying Regulus, who was forced to watch his brother cry out in pain, to make sure he "knew better" when his time came.

#have a good day #lol #regulus black #sirius black #black brothers #black brothers angst #pain #the maruaders #marauders #Harry potter #dark #soft regulus #soft Sirius #sirius and regulus

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caspervi · 6 months

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Nothing like drawing starchaser while hearing Phoebe Bridgers the entire time

#james x regulus #jegulus #regulus black #james potter #marauders #the marauders #starchaser #I love them so much it’s unhealthy #they are my canon event #my roman empire actually #in my head they are soft and happy and alive #fck u jkr

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ijustwantogohomehogwarts · 8 months

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l o o k | a t | m e

Y/n and Tim are sharing a very intimate moment, and he wants nothing more than for her to look at him. Let's be honest, who doesn't want to look at him?!

Warnings and such: ummm yeahhhh....absolutely smutty...soft smut, but still smut! 18+ no minors. Some swearing and mentions of spit...definitely not proofread! let me know if I missed something?

A/N: I have a lot of smut written in general and I like it better than the soft stuff, but i like soft stuff! Not sure how I feel about this one so lmk!

ALSO: lmk what other tags i should add to these posts!

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"Look at me."

His voice was gentle but demanding, the echo of his words like a lifeline to drag me back to reality, out of this incoherent but beautiful headspace.

Look at me

Like a soft echo, something to focus on. His voice.

My back arched and hips rolled. I felt like I was on fire, and I was loving every moment of it. As I tried with any strand of willpower I had left to open my eyes, the vision of Timothée came into focus. He was beautiful. He was always beautiful, but this was a different kind of beautiful.

"Look at me," He repeated, smiling softly down at me.

With pleasure.

A few moments passed, or maybe a few hours, before my eyes grew heavy again, vision blurred as I fought against rolling my eyes back with pleasure.

I gasped loudly, a string of groans following instantly as he bent over me, his hips burrowing into mine as he thrusted deeper into me. My legs wrapped tightly around his lower back, hands clawing desperately at him. I thought, for a moment, I would die if I lost the feeling. He dropped to his elbows, caging me below him and began trailing sloppy kisses across my neck and chest, interrupted only by feverish pants and profanities which presented themselves as deep groans through gritted teeth.

"T-Tim," I gasped again, feeling his hips roll in an effort to get impossibly further inside me. My nails dug into his back before reaching for his shoulders.

I was desperate. I could feel it coursing through my body. Close wasn't close enough.

Sweat dampened curls bounced in front of my eyes and tickled my nose when he took a moment to look down at where our bodies met. That was one of his favorite sights in the world. My hand reached higher, tugging the hair at the top of his head- I needed his eyes on me. I needed him to watch me come undone beneath him. He obliged.

One hand snakes it's way under my shoulder, pulling me down to meet his thrusts. There was no way of possibly being any closer, but everything was worth a try. My hips rolled up again, head back and my shut tightly. I opened my mouth, desperate to scream out the tingling sensation that rumbled in my stomach, but nothing came out. My breath quickened and I managed a moan, but nothing near what I was feeling on the inside.

"Look...at me," Tim repeated, panting between thrusts. His arm left my shoulder, finger trailing lightly down my stomach until he reached the bundle of nerves I had between us. I didn't need to open my eyes to see the smirk on his face, but my eyes opened quickly at the warm feeling of fluid that wasn't my own landing just above where I needed him to touch me. I looked down and watched as he spit drooled again, thumb collecting it and pressing harshly against me.

I was done.

I screamed, legs shaking around him as my orgasm washed over me. He continued to fuck me through it, wave after wave of pleasure consuming my body. It was almost too much. Almost.

"Fuck!" He grunted loudly, fingers digging into my hips as he chased his own release.

The room was silent, aside from the two of us desperately trying to catch our breaths. There was no more moaning, groaning or echoing of skin against skin. I whimpered as he pulled out of me, the empty feeling consuming all of my thoughts. I hated it. Tim ran a finger up my slit, collecting whatever juices spilled out on the tip of his finger.

"Open,"

I did as I was told, the salty taste in my throat sent a new wave of excitement through my. I fought, again, to open my eyes, to take in the sight of him- sweaty and restless and fucked. Though heavy eyelids I watched him stand, pull on a pair of long forgotten boxers and run his hands though his hair. He smiled when he caught sight of me staring.

"Pretty baby," He whispered, climbing back in bed and straddled my still shaking hips. "you alright?"

"Mhmm," I mumbled, not sure if I could remember how to talk.

He smiled and bent over me, feather light kisses trailing across my face, down my neck and across my collarbones. His hair, once again, ticking my nose. I ran my fingers gently up and down his back, soothing the raised lines and crescent shaped bumps I had left against his skin. They'd be gone my morning, almost entirely anyway, but for the rest of the night, each touch was reminder and heated my body with excitement and anticipation.

"Come on," his voice echoed in my ears again as he spoke, climbing off of me again. "Let's get cleaned up."

I didn't move. I couldn't. I wanted more.

"Y/n," He cooed again. "Look at me..."

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corwnvus · 6 months

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One day,

I'm going to have everything I prayed for.

I truly believe that.

#the marauders #marauders era #harry potter #marauders fanart #jegulus #regulus black #james x regulus #regulus arcturus black #james potter #james fleamont potter #wolfstar #they are so soft #they deserved so much better

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james-sunshine-potter · 1 year

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Evan and Barty would constantly cuss James out for ‘domesticating’ Regulus.

Once Regulus was a cold bitch, but now Regulus smiles and blushes and talks about butterflies being in his stomach.

Sure, they didn’t like Regulus being a bitch, but he was their bitch. And they would like that back.

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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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courfee · 5 months

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they're soft and in love, that's all

#after editing this 24601 times i probably still will find things that bother me later and that i wish i would have changed #but for now have some soft jegulus #jegulus #jegulus fanart #james potter #regulus black #marauders fanart #regulus x james #james x regulus #starchaser #sunseeker #james potter fanart #regulus black fanart #mine #my art #marauders #hp

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adharastarlight · 5 months

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Regulus, holding a knife against james' throat: you're dead pretty boy

James who just died on the spot: you think im pretty?

Regulus: you'd make a pretty corpse, i suppose

James sighs wistfully

Regulus internally: wtf? he is kinda pretty tho-

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onehundredflamingos · 5 months

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Since I apparently have no chill with posting this weekend…

A lil Lizzy McAlpine jeggy one shot.

Mind the tooth-rotting fluff tag, it’s tooth-rotting alright

Pancakes for dinner (I wanna get stuck in your head)

#jegulus fanfiction #jegulus fic #soft regulus #soft jegulus #jegulus fanfic #jegulus fanfic rec #jegulus fic rec #marauders era #marauders era fanfiction

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murderoushagthesequel · 11 months

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Hold Me Now

for @jegulus-microfic's prompt mirror (165 words)

was this one a little ouchie to write? yeah. anyway,

CW for body dysmorphia, self-esteem issues, and gender dysphoria.

James looks in the mirror and he doesn’t like what he sees at all. He’s far too feminine. His thighs are too thick, his scars ugly, his shoulders too small, his hair too messy. His eyes are too far apart, his nose too big, his skin too blemished. He’s ugly. That’s all he can hear chorusing through his head when he sees a wretched mirror. He stands and stares and picks apart all the things he hates.

It doesn’t help when other people tell him how good he looks, if anything, it makes him feel worse. They don’t know what they’re talking about.

On this particular day though, Regulus finds him berating himself in the mirror. He gently takes his hand and leads him to sit beside him on the couch. And he lets James curl up beside him and he listens. Regulus just listens, and holds him.

And James feels safe, and loved, even if he can’t quite love himself, at least not yet.

also, just wanted to add this on: loving yourself is always a great first step towards loving other people like everyone always says. but you won't always love yourself, and that's okay. that's why we need other people. aka me projecting onto jeggy again <3

also i have two songs to go along with this:

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emlovessid · 8 months

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@jegulus-microfic september 16, vision, 87 words

He’s towel-drying his hair in the bathroom when he notices James in the mirror, leaning against the doorframe. He loves James at all times, but he’s particularly fond of him first thing in the morning; eyes still clouded with sleep, cheek creased from his pillow.

“Morning, sleepy head,” Regulus says with a smile.

“You’re a vision, love.”

“I’m literally just wearing sweats and a jumper,” Regulus laughs as James wraps arms around him from behind, peppering kisses to his shoulder, his neck, his cheek.

“A vision.”

#eeeee they're so soft #i love them more than life itself #james potter #regulus black #jegulus #jegulus fic #marauders #sometimes i write things

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mrkeatingsblazer · 7 months

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I hate how everyone shits on soft! Remus Lupin like as if canonical he isn’t the biggest sweetheart ever.

This TikTok post from @theonottineedusobad made me so happy and sad bc Remus is just so good™️ and I think the fandom forgets this for the new bad boy version of Remus that to me seems so forced and off putting

Let Remus be soft again!!! Let him wear his jumpers and read his books without smoking weed or stealing. Let him play pranks without being cold, let him be nice and gentle and sensible while also being a smart and mischievous teenage boy.

Let Remus be the glue of the marauders!! Not James or Sirius, REMUS!! Bc he literally is! Explore why James and Sirius, who probably were more rude and pretentious when they were younger, admired him so much that they broke the law for him. Explore the dynamics of the 4 boys as a group not just as best friend duo james and Sirius with a side of wolfstar relationship and a forgotten Peter.

As much as wolfstar shaped the fandom I really wish we could get a canon accurate marauders fic to see more of the friendships.

#remus lupin #marauders #james potter #sirius black #wolfstar #jily #regulus black #jegulus #harry potter #marauders era #TikTok #soft Remus lupin #bad boy Remus lupin #atyd #Remus lupin x reader #Welsh Remus lupin #canon Remus lupin

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floralembarrassment · 10 months

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Interruptions (1/1) (jegulus raisign Harry)

Regulus couldn't care less what was going on, all he wanted was James. He wanted James and he wanted him now. He didn't care if there were other people around, or if they were busy, or trying to work.

But lately Regulus' attempts to get James attention, full undivided handsy attention, were being bested.

By a 3 year old.

By their son.

By their 3 year old son Harry, whom recently leaned how to open bedroom doors and interrupt his parents "funny business".

Regulus loved his son more than anything in the world. More than James honestly but he was still that 16 year old sometimes who just wanted to sneak into a broom cupboard and make out with his secret love.

But instead, tonight as they were making out in the hall closet, trying to secure one moment of peace, they heard the tiny feet shuffle across the floor, pull a door open, and then the banging on the closet.

"Papa, Papa, Dada, Dada," Harry would say in his tiny little voice.

James would pull away quickly and Regulus would groan. James always happy to go wherever he is needed, opens the door for their son and quickly scoops him up.

"What's up kiddo?" James says as Harry nuzzles into his shoulder.

Regulus sighs, a smile creeping across his face because he can't get enough of his family, of his life. He took a step forward, wrapping his hands around James' waist and squeezing Harry in between them.

"Can't sleep... my blanket is itchy," Harry mumbled, eyes already dropping heavily now cuddled by his fathers.

"Come on, love," James said. "Let's go back to bed," he added.

To Harry's defence, the blanket he was referring to was wool, but Regulus is not convinced it's sheep, as Barty and Evan laughed far too hard about it's material when they gave it to Harry when he was born. The problem is, the boy is still just a little one and demands the blanket even though every night he doesn't like it.

Regulus and James walked back to Harry's room, and gently placed the toddler on his bed, while Regulus switched out the blankets per their nightly routine with one hand knit from his gran. Regulus was pretty sure she knit with silk sometimes because all of her items were so incredibly soft.

They watched as Harry settled so quickly, gripping the blanket with a tiny fist, and then both kissed his cheek to tuck him in. Harry was sleeping soundly before they even made it out of the room.

"Want to?" James asked pumping his eyes brows at Regulus, and pulling Regulus into him by his shirt and jeans and anywhere he could grab really.

Regulus leaned in, kissing James sweetly but firm, and when he pulled away only mere inches, he nodded his head. A glint in his eyes that matched the mischievous sparkle in James'.

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