blush - jegulus - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 306

“...nah, mate!” James Potter was yelling boisterously to Sirius and a gaggle of other boys as he lounged on a bench in the Entrance Hall, obviously waiting for dinner. “We’ve got the Quidditch Cup in the bag this year, don’t we? The after party’s going to be one for the ages! All the other houses don’t stand a chance. We’ll wipe the floor with them, guaranteed…”

He prattled on obliviously as Regulus, arms crossed and an unamused look on his face, watched from a few meters away.

“Gonna put him in his place?” Barty chuckled, smirking knowingly.

Regulus rolled his eyes. Normally, he’d reprimand James in private, but he was feeling particularly bored this morning. So, he squared his shoulders and cleared his throat.

“That’s not what you said last night,” he called across the Hall, voice cutting across the raucous group’s laughter and making them all stop cold and stare.

James’s face when he realized it was him…oh, Regulus would cherish it for years to come. 

Stepping forward, arms still folded, Regulus walked up to the Gryffindors, face carefully aloof. “What did you say, Jamie?” he asked sweetly, enjoying the blush that spread across his boyfriend’s cheeks. “Oh, yes. ‘You’re fucking fantastic, Reggie. I swear you’re the best Quidditch player I’ve ever seen. Watching you on a broom? Godric, I adore you.’ Or was that just to get in my pants?”

James only stared, mouth open wide, before he had the good sense to say abashedly, “No, baby, of course not. I meant it.”

The crowd tittered and cat-called, but James didn’t back down. He just smiled at Regulus a bit dazedly, the apology all over his awe-filled face. 

“Good,” Regulus smirked, trying to hide his own fondness. “Don’t you forget it, either.”

And he walked away towards a guffawing Barty, leaving James to his friends’ good-natured teasing.

baby - @black-brothers-microfic - wc: 460

James Potter has never met a nickname he didn’t like.

He throws them around like confetti—mate, bud, sunshine, twat—but lately, ever since he and Regulus started… whatever the hell this is, the names have taken a turn. A sickening, sugar-coated, romance-novel turn.

Sleepy Sundays

Sleepy Sundays part two, I love domestic wolfstar

Regulus: [punches Voldemort]

Regulus: That’s for trying to kill the man I love!

Voldemort: Who the—?

James: He’s talking about me!

James: You love me?

Regulus: I don’t know I’m still angry at you!

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We need more Sirius in leather/velvet clothes that's a fact.

girl - april 12 - jegulus - background wolfstar - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 389

James shifted uncomfortably in his seat, completely aware that every eye in the room was on him. 

It had been an innocent question. They’d all come home to the Potters’ for the holidays–James, Sirius, and Regulus, and were sitting around the table with Monty and Effie, discussing Sirius and Remus’s budding relationship. Once the conversation had lulled, Effie had turned to James and asked, as any mother would, “And you, dear? Any new girls lately?”

Which was fine. Except James had not had his eye on a girl in a long time.

Lately–since the summer, to be exact–all he could think of was dark curls and cool gray eyes and pale skin and the way Regulus frowned when he read a particularly interesting book.

He knew he was horrible at hiding it. He’d seen Sirius give him pointed looks when he trailed after Regulus like a puppy dog. He’d heard Marlene’s thinly-veiled jokes. But he didn’t want to admit it because he had no idea how Regulus felt.

Sure, sometimes he thought, maybe there was something there. When he was able to get him alone. When they spent late nights hidden in abandoned corners of the castle or gazing at the stars, and little edges of Regulus’s walls crumbled the smallest bit. When Regulus smiled at him, and he felt like they were the only two in the world.

But other times, he feared he was delusional.

Still, as everyone stared at him, he felt like now was the moment to be at least a little honest. Because his feelings for Regulus felt bigger than just a passing crush. They felt deep. Like they meant something.

“Erm…no girls,” he mumbled, trying to stay calm. “I…I think there’s this boy, though…I’m not sure how he feels, but I really like him…”

Effie and Monty took his confession in stride, smiling encouragingly and saying they hoped things worked out. Sirius gave him a smirk and an eye-roll, confirming what James had figured–as always, Sirius knew him as well as he knew himself.

But Regulus? Regulus’s eyes were as round as saucers, his cheeks a pale pink. At first, James wondered if this was a bad sign. But when he looked at him for a bit longer, he noticed the glimmer of hope in his eyes. And then, he felt hope, too.

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🫧🌊Mermaid Sirius 🌊🫧

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🫧Part 2: First meeting 🫧

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attempt - jegulus - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 214

“So,” Barty said, smirking at Regulus as he settled next to him in the stands, facing the Quidditch Pitch. “How long d’you reckon before Potter makes an idiot out of himself trying to gain fair Reggie’s attention? Five minutes into the game?”

Evan, who was on Barty’s other side, chuckled. “Poor bloke can’t catch a Quaffle or a hint, huh?”

Regulus attempted to laugh while allowing his mind to wander to the night before. He’d been by the Pitch then, too, only a few rows away from the same spot. Huddled together with the very topic of conversation, whispering and laughing, their voices drowned out by the nighttime wind, nobody the wiser of their meeting. “He’s certainly persistent,” he muttered, making sure he was still frowning.

“Ridiculous, is more like. Think he’ll ever realize you’re not interested?” Barty asked carelessly, rolling his eyes.

“He…doesn’t seem to be going anywhere anytime soon,” Regulus answered honestly, his insides warming with the thought.

And though he tried to keep the scowl plastered on his face, he looked to his left and saw Pandora give him a curious expression. Like she knew he wasn’t upset by the idea of James Potter being a permanent fixture in his life. Like she knew he was nervously thrilled by the thought.

A Picture Worth a Thousand Gasps

jegulus & wolfstar microfic — fluff, Remus’ POV — word count: 628

note: this is for @starchaser-has-my-heart who asked for James and Remus's reaction to Sirius' (and Reg's) antics in "Rookstar Raccoon", it can be read as a sequel or as a standalone

The three boys were sprawled across the Potters’ backyard lawn, sunbathing and working through their second cup of coffee for the day, when Effy appeared in the doorway holding a letter.

“You got mail, James,” she said with her usual smile, handing it to her son, who accepted it with lazy fingers and zero urgency. “Monty and I have to run an errand. Call me if anything happens, alright?” she added, brushing James’s cheek with the back of her hand.

“Alright, Mum,” James replied nonchalantly as he tore open the envelope.

“And don’t make anything happen,” she called over her shoulder, catching up with her husband at the porch steps. There was a mischievous sparkle in her eye, more teasing than stern.

“Yes, Mum!” the three boys chorused in unison, grinning. It was the kind of promise none of them had any real intention of keeping.

Remus watched the couple disappear into the house, then turned back to his friends. Peter had already taken the letter and was reading it silently, his face lighting up with barely contained laughter, while James stared at what looked like a small photograph, absolutely transfixed.

“Who’s it from?” Remus asked, curiosity finally getting the better of him.

James swallowed thickly and muttered without looking up, “Padfoot.”

That name alone was enough to send a jolt of anticipation through Remus’s chest. They’d barely heard a thing from Sirius since the summer holidays had started—never a good sign. “Is he okay?”

“He says they had to go to one of those hellish, stuck-up parties, but—” Peter leaned over James’s shoulder and let out a low whistle, eyebrows raised. “Well, that’s… interesting.”

Remus felt a ripple of anxiety spike through him. If Peter found it hilarious, it was probably ridiculous. But James—James looked like he’d been stunned into silence and that was never a good sign.

Peter finally seemed to clock Remus’s increasingly fidgety state. “He’s fine, Remus,” he said with an eye roll. “Actually, Pads found a way to entertain himself. You might want to see the photo he sent.”

Remus didn’t hesitate. He reached out and swiped the photo clean out of James’s hands. None of this made any sense, it was simply absurd.

“Oi!” James groaned, blinking like he’d just been pulled out of a dream.

Then Remus saw it. 

The photo.

Sirius and Regulus Black, shoulder to shoulder and dressed to the nines, were raising their champagne glasses looking directly into the lens—straight at him—with flirtatious smirks and a level of intensity that practically sizzled.

Two pairs of beautiful icy grey eyes, framed by charcoal black.

Merlin's saggy left testicle, were they wearing eyeliner?

Remus felt his face go up in flames. “They look very…” He trailed off, unable to land on anything remotely appropriate for referring to his best friend—or his best friend’s brother.

“Hot,” Peter supplied without a hint of shame. “The word is hot. H-O-T.” He nudged James, grinning. “Don’t you think, Prongs?”

Remus forced himself to look away from the photo to look at his friend, who was still oddly quiet. Suspiciously so.

James’s face was bright red, eyes wide, fixed on the back of the photo that Remus was holding as if it would disappear if he took his eyes off it.

Remus narrowed his eyes, instinctively tightening his grip on the photo. James hadn't moved—yet—but there was a look in his eye that screamed give it back. 

And Remus was absolutely prepared to fight him for it.

Peter elbowed him again. “Oi, Prongs!”

“Ugh?” James blinked, clearly too far gone. 

“I said Sirius looked hot,” Peter repeated, now barely keeping his laughter in.

James nodded distractedly. “Mm, yeah, he looks hot too.”

Peter snorted. “Merlin, you’re about to get a nosebleed, mate. Pull yourself together.”

Sleepy Sundays

nothing - april 10 - jegulus - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 389

Regulus knew as soon as he walked back into his room from the bathroom that James was up to something. The older boy was rummaging around in Regulus’s trunk, completely wrapped up in whatever he was doing, wholly unaware of how Regulus stood, watching him.

“James,” he drawled after a few moments of standing there, arms crossed, staring disapprovingly. “What are you doing?”

Instantly, the Gryffindor straightened up, hitting his head on the lip of the trunk as he went, and turned to face Regulus with a laughably faux-innocent look on his face. “Nothing,” he lied, cheeks red.

Regulus sighed. “Potter, it astounds me how you get away with half of the things you do around here. You’re a horrible liar.”

The older boy grimaced. “Honestly, usually I’m quite good at it. I just can’t lie to you.”

Comforted by the thought, Regulus snorted. “Alright, so what are you doing?”

James frowned, shifting back and forth from foot to foot. “Promise you won’t be mad?”

“No,” Regulus replied flatly. “But tell me anyway.”

The taller boy sighed. “Fine. I was checking the size of your clothes. I know your parents’ve cut you off and Mum and I were going to go out and get you a bunch of things for Christmas. And I figured if I asked, you’d refuse.”

Regulus gawked. Of course, James was absolutely right, about all of it. Ever since his parents had heard about their relationship, he’d been written out of the will and keyed out of the vaults, as Sirius had been before him. He had no money, and he was growing out of his things. But the fact that James was thinking about that made him feel so…cared for.

He pursed his lips, trying to decide whether or not to be angry at the violation of privacy. But after a long moment, he just sighed. “That’s…too much,” he murmured with a frown, allowing James to walk forward and pull him into an embrace.

“You deserve it, love,” James whispered into his ear, pressing a kiss to his head.

He tried not to go red at the praise, a small smile flickering across his lips.

“Plus, don’t thank me yet,” the older boy continued. “Who knows. Maybe I’ll gift you a whole bunch of rainbow jumpers!”

And just like that, he was grimacing again.