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regulus once pranked james because he was really bored and james actually fell for it. then james potter, one of hogwarts most successful pranksters ever, looked him dead in the eyes and said, "im going to get you back". regulus hasnt known peace since and spends everyday living in caution and suspicion of everything around him.

hedonisticeiram

😂 a prank fic between these two would be gold.

my-castles-crumbling

apron - jegulus - trans!regulus - cw: transphobia, deadnaming - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 335

When the gift arrived, Regulus almost felt happy. It’d been years since his parents had properly acknowledged him, let alone given him a present. He should’ve known better.

He should’ve known better.

To Regina (and Mister Potter), the tag read, making Regulus’s stomach fill with dread. We are thrilled to hear of your engagement to such a well-bread man.

He stared for several seconds trying to process. The deadname, of course, made his whole body turn cold. But why, why, after all of these years, did he still feel a prickle of pride at his parents’ approval? He shouldn’t. It shouldn’t matter!

But it did.

Nauseous, he unwrapped the silver paper, trying to ignore his shaking hands. But as soon as he pulled out the frilly fabric, he regretted even entertaining the idea that his parents could be cordial.

It was an apron. As traditionally feminine as it could get, with ruffles and a bow around the waist, it was something a traditional housewife in the 50’s might wear.

Regulus wanted to scream. He was so distressed, he didn’t even feel James looming over his shoulder, reading the card.

“It’s perfect,” the taller man exclaimed, making Regulus jump.

He turned, heart breaking, eyes widening. “Potter, what the–?”

James took the apron from Regulus’s trembling hands and threw the strap over his head, mussing his hair even more as he did so. Tying the ribbons over his shirtless torso, he did a dramatic twirl. “What d’you think? Is it me?”

Biting back a watery smile, Regulus snorted. “Something tells me it wasn’t meant for you.”

“Nonsense,” James said with a wave of his hand and a peck on Regulus’s cheek. He grabbed the card and crumpled it in his palm. “Merlin knows my purpose in life is to serve you, darling. Now I just have the uniform to prove it!” And, with a wink, he walked off to the kitchen to cook breakfast. Regulus had to admit, the frills did look good on his muscled frame.

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babe - may 20 - jegulus - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 212

He hadn’t meant to say it. It was just that he was so fucking excited to see Regulus that it sort of just…slipped out.

“Reg!” James exclaimed, shaking with excitement, pulling the younger boy into a hug while Sirius and Remus embraced, all of them reuniting on the platform after the winter holidays. “Hi, baby! Fuck, I missed you!”

Sirius, who was still in Remus’s arms, turned and gave James a suspicious expression.

James froze for half a second, his brain catching up with his mouth. Fuck. He caught Regulus’s half-amused, half-pissed-off look out of the corner of his eye.

But an idea quickly came to him, and he broke into a grin again.

“And Remus! How are you, babe?” he said just as loudly, quickly letting go of his now-thoroughly-entertained-looking secret boyfriend to pull his friend into a bone-breaking hug.

“F–fine?” Remus gasped, obviously caught off-guard by both the words and the greeting.

“And, of course, Sirius! Love of my life!” James then cried out grandly, turning to his best friend, who broke into a grin and stepped in to hug him just as tightly.

“Prongs, my darling!” Sirius responded, beaming, “How did I survive those long nights without you?”

“They’re so fucking weird,” James heard Regulus muttter under his breath.

tenakiie

jegulus as Mal and Ben from Descendants <33

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flight - may 4 - black brothers - jegulus - @black-brothers-microfic - word count: 491

Sirius: I forgot, I can’t pick u up from ur flight. I hav a thing. But someone’s coming, dw. Can’t wait to see u, reggie.

Scowling, Regulus stared down at the screen of his phone while standing awkwardly in the Arrivals area of the airport. He was trying not to feel too upset, but he’d just run away from home, for God’s sake. The least Sirius could do was get him at the damn airport.

He knew it was about time. Sirius had stopped talking to their parents years ago. It’d taken Regulus until he was nineteen to finally sever those ties, but now that he had…all he wanted was to pretend that part of his life never happened. To never talk to Walburga and Orion again. To start over.

He so wished he had done this sooner. Taken Sirius up on his offer years ago, stayed when the Blacks had moved back to France, or at least left after he’d realized that things were even worse without Sirius. He’d left so much behind: his brother, his friends, his school, and…what could he call him? He wasn’t his boyfriend, not really. But he still held such an important place in Regulus’s heart, even after three years of no contact, that he couldn’t help but hope…

Regulus: Fuck you, Sirius. Who are you sending? And when? I’ve been waiting fifteen minutes. Sirius: Patience, young padawan. Ull see.

He snorted angrily and resisted the urge to stomp his foot like a toddler in the middle of the airport. Instead, he turned this way and that, hand still on his giant suitcase, looking for an empty bench to sit on while he waited.

It was when he turned that he finally saw him.

Walking toward him, a piece of torn-out notebook paper in his hand with the word ‘Reg’ scrawled on it in what looked like three different pen colors, there was no mistaking who it was, even after three years.

“James,” he breathed, completely forgetting his luggage and staggering one step forward.

James, however, seemed to have full control of his leg movements, because as soon as his hazel eyes met Regulus’s, he began to jog, covering the ground between them and pulling Regulus into the best hug he’d ever felt, the safety of being in James’s arms again making him nearly light-headed.

“Hi,” Regulus choked, refusing to let go of the other man, even after a socially acceptable time had passed.

“I’m so proud of you, baby,” James murmured into his hair, pressing his lips there over and over. “So fucking proud.”

Finally, Regulus pulled back. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry…I missed you, so much,” he said hesitantly, trying to explain, without actually explaining, that James had never left his thoughts. Not for a moment.

But James’s answering smile was dazzling. “Me too, love. Let’s get you home, where you belong, yeah? We’ll figure everything else out later.”

Regulus could only nod.

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disappear - jegulus - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 339

“Alright, who took it?” James demanded, crossing his arms and staring around at his roommates. “This is the fifth time this week it’s disappeared.”

Three pairs of eyes stared back at him.

“You can only lose your virginity once, mate, but I promise none of us took it from you,” Sirius replied sarcastically from where he was curled up with Remus in his bed.

“Not that, you prat,” James rolled his eyes, throwing a jumper in his friend’s direction. “My Quidditch jersey. Just because you all get off on the attention of wearing it around the castle–”

“Oi, I haven’t stolen it since last year!” Sirius interrupted. “I’m a married man now, Prongs, I’m not trying to get any girls to look my way.”

“Sirius, we’re not married,” Remus said tiredly from next to his boyfriend. “And I’ve never taken it for the record, James.”

“Pete?” James asked, turning to the shortest of the boys.

“Nah, mate, I swear! Last time I took it was two months ago, to impress Stevens, remember? Told her I was a reserve Seeker,” Peter chuckled.

“Then where the hell…?” James mumbled, but nobody seemed to have an answer.

It wasn’t until breakfast that they figured it out.

Regulus Black, prominent cheekbones pink, but expression indifferent, walked into the Great Hall to loud murmurs, the red jersey he wore very visible against his housemates’ black and green wardrobe.

“What…the fuck,” Sirius mumbled, eyes wide. “I thought you two were keeping it a secret?”

“Only because he wanted to,” James replied softly, smiling so wide his jaw ached. “Guess he changed his mind.”

James met Regulus’s eye, and for a moment, the murmurs dulled. Regulus raised an eyebrow at him and smirked just slightly, as if asking him what he was going to do about this.

As if he wasn’t going to be completely, obnoxiously, publicly in love with him now. “Sorry, boys,” James said happily, standing up and walking toward the Slytherin table. “I have to go have breakfast with my boyfriend this morning.”

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Horace swallows thickly as he stares at the blown-up screen in the center of the room. On it, James Potter and Regulus Black are slumped on the ground, arms outstretched with their hands only inches from meeting.

(Crimson Rivers by bizarrestars on ao3)

starsarestories

my question is WHAT SONG was James beat boxing in the arena? because the answer is very important.

reallyrandombigirl

I think if someone said "you're hesitating, love" to me, I would pass out and then marry them the second I woke up

books4her

Had me sobbing at 3am

ultravioletbrit

The scene in Crimson Rivers where James is high on pain meds and thinks he’s on a cloud and they’re trying to steal his skin and Reg is an angel and James tells him a flower joke.

That’s all. Just wanted people to think about that scene.

watchtheprongss

It was chapter 61 btw!!

moonyswarmsweaters

Regulus: I’ll kill you

James: You want to fuck me sooo bad

Regulus:*pulls out a knife*

James:

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Regulus: I’m proud to identify as morosexual. I’m attracted to dumbasses and dumbasses exclusively. Someone asked me what the french word for "baguette" was once, and now I dream of kissing them under the moonlight.

James: What kind of animal is the Pink Panther?

Regulus, already taking off their clothes: God, James, you’re so fucking stupid.

(Incorrect quotes)

ricochetyears

love that hc where james doesn’t really like being called “jamie” but goes absolute stupid when regulus calls him that. i mean, in general, he’s all so grumpy and frustrated that no one bothers to just add a fucking s to “james”, but whenever reg says it so casually like “thank you for the tea, jamie” or “no, i’m not busy, jamie” or “that’s alright, jamie” his mind just goes lalala i’m so in love hihi