Now get up and fight

Julie | She/her | Will never stop shipping bellarke My goal in this fandom is to convince everyone how great of a friendship James and Pandora have

[jamofsunshine]

[jamofsunshine]

Queen Charlotte is wild because it’s literally the queen making a mistake and then going ´let’s end racism so people don’t notice that we made a mistake’

[my-castles-crumbling]

worth - jegulus - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 225

“Oh,” Regulus said softly, breath completely leaving his lungs as he stared down in wonder at the screen of his phone.

Instantly James, who had been playing some videogame with Sirius, paused what he was doing and took off his headphones. “What is it, love?” he asked earnestly, one hand moving from his controller to Regulus’s ankle–Regulus’s socked feet had been resting in his lap as they both lazed on the sofa in their flat.

He gazed over to his boyfriend. “There’s a book signing,” he said, eyes widening as a grin spread over his lips. Indeed, one of his favorite authors had just announced a book tour.

“Yeah?” James asked encouragingly, smiling as well. “When? Where?”

Heart thrumming, Regulus tapped on the ‘more info’ link, only to feel his hopes crash down to the ground. Grimacing, he dropped his phone to his chest and mumbled, “Nevermind.”

A warm hand squeezed his foot. “What? What happened?”

“The closest stop is five hours away,” he murmured, feeling absolutely idiotic for wanting to cry. It was just a stupid book signing. He’d been through worse. Pinching his eyes shut to stop the tears, he whispered, “It’s not worth it.”

James, however, scoffed and picked up his own phone. “I’m booking a hotel,” he said firmly, causing Regulus’s eyes to pop open in shock. “You’re always worth it.”

[missmoonfrost]

Sorry - a Jegulus microfic

@into-the-jeggyverse - July 17: Stiff - Words: 289 - Warning: NSFW

"Move", Regulus grumbles when Barty steps in the way of the coffee maker.

"Good morning to you too", Barty singsongs, not moving a millimetre.

"Get out of my way", Regulus hisses.

Barty tilts his head. "Hangover? You walk a little stiffly. Sore, maybe?"

Regulus shoves Barty out of the way, pours himself a cup and gingerly lowers himself onto one of the kitchen chairs. Both are true. But since Barty use to accuse him of walking as if he has had a dick in his arse at least once a week, and he can’t remember the last time he actually had a good shag – don’t think he has ever had such a good one in his life, actually, that doesn't mean Barty knows anything. Yet.

Barty sits down across the table from him, grinning unnervingly wide at him.

"I heard you coming home last night. I heard you weren't alone."

"You heard wrong", Regulus lies with racing heart.

He holds on to his cup tightly and ponders the best way to smuggle the man, who hasn't left for some reason, out of his room.

Before he can think of anything, the door he just carefully closed, opens. James looks a little worse than Regulus feels, actually, with bloodshot eyes and slightly uncoordinated steps.

"Potter?!" Barty shouts, and Regulus wants to sink through the floor.

"Hi", James waves stupidly. "Sorry, I didn't know anyone else was here."

"You should say sorry to Reggies arse," Barty guffaws.

James fixes Regulus with an equally worried and embarrassed look. "Oh! Sorry, are you okay?"

Regulus hides his heating face in his hands and hisses: "Will you shut up already?"

"Sorry", James says for the third time, hardly audible over Barty’s howling and cheering.

[wolfstarsjegulus]

book - world count 709 || asexual james!!

@into-the-jeggyverse

prompt: book

Regulus knew something was wrong. For weeks, James has been antsy, dazed out for minutes at a time, and more fidgety than ever before. After dating for almost a full year, Regulus had come to learn (and love ) James’ little quirks, but this time- it was different.

This time it seemed to be him James was nervous around and not in a cute way.

A few days before Christmas, whilst lounging around the Potter’s fireplace, Regulus decided to bring it up.

Effie and Monty had gone up to bed, and Sirius had -reluctantly- left them alone to go upstairs with Remus who was also staying with them over break.

Closing his book, that he wasn’t really paying all that much attention to, Regulus approached the topic, “James?”

“Huh?” James looked up startled. “Oh, yes, love?”

“Is everything alright?”

“Of course! Why wouldn’t it be?” James asked as he scratched the back of his neck, a telltale sign to Regulus that he was lying.

“Hey, you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, but don’t lie to me,” Regulus said as he moved closer to him, placing his book aside.

James looked down at his hands, ashamed. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright,” Regulus said, placing his arm on James’s. “It’s just that I know you, and I know that something isn’t okay, but if you’re not ready to talk, I won’t push you. Just know that I’m here, okay?”

James looked at him. Really looked at him.

They sat in silence for a few minutes before James spoke, “I love you.”

Regulus looked at him confused, “I love you too.”

“I love you so much, but I- don’t feel the things I need to,” James said, tearing up.

Regulus was beginning to panic. Was James breaking up with him? “Okay, what does that mean?”

“I mean I-“ he sighs clearly frustrated with himself, “I want to be around you. Like all the time I want to hold your hand and kiss you, but- anything further I- I don’t think I can.”

‘Oh,’ Regulus thought slightly relieved. Was that all? Though judging by James’ clear nervousness, he didn’t voice this.

“Okay, that’s okay, James. We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for.”

“That’s what I’m trying to say. I don’t think I’ll ever be ready. I don’t get those…feelings. I never have with anyone, and I thought maybe that’d change with you because I love you, but…it didn’t.”

James was still avoiding Regulus’s eye as if preparing himself for something.

“Hey, look at me,” Regulus said using his hand to guide James chin towards him, “That’s okay. If that’s not something you want, then we won’t do it.”

“Yeah, but what kind of person doesn’t want to have sex with the boyfriend he’s in love with?” James choked, scoffing at himself.

“The kind that trusts his boyfriend enough to tell him that.” Regulus ran his fingers through James’ hair - a gesture he knows always relaxes him. “I love you. For you. Not your body. Okay?”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

James collapsed into Regulus’ chest, “Thank you.”

Regulus held him as he let out his cries of what he hoped was relief. “Thank you for telling me.”

“I thought it might have been a deal breaker,” James sniffled, “I mean, I can’t give you what someone else could.”

“No one could give me what you do. Nobody.” Regulus held him a little tighter, “Besides, you chew with your mouth open. If that wasn’t a deal breaker, nothing will be.”

James chucked, and they sat in silence for a few more minutes. Regulus was about to pick up his book again with his free hand when James spoke, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”

“That’s alright, I’m proud of you for doing it now.”

James snuggled into Regulus’ chest as he began reading again. “What’s your book about?”

Ah that old trick. James didn’t actually care what the book was about; he just liked hearing Regulus’ voice, so this time, Regulus indulged him.

He began explaining the various plot points and character arcs as James fell asleep, knowing that his voice was helping reassure him that regulus was still here and not leaving anytime soon.

[bradleysass]

will - @into-the-jeggyverse - wc: 537

“I just don’t understand the appeal of Potter,” Regulus said, eyes narrowed and jaw tight as he stirred honey into his tea like it had wronged him. “I will never understand.”

Barty, lounging on the velvet settee in Regulus’ flat, didn’t even bother to look up from his phone. “Mmhm.”

“No, really,” Regulus went on, voice climbing in volume and irritation. “He’s loud. And smug. He thinks a smile and a wink can solve everything—”

“To be fair,” Barty cut in lazily, “they do solve quite a bit. Especially when aimed at you.”

Regulus’s spoon clinked violently against the porcelain. “That’s not the point.”

Barty finally set his phone down, dramatic as ever, legs sprawled out like he owned the place. “Enlighten me, Reggie. What exactly is the point?”

Regulus turned toward him like he’d been waiting for the question. “He’s insufferable. And he’s everywhere. He somehow ends up at every event I go to, and—Merlin forbid—I say something remotely clever, and suddenly he’s grinning at me like I invented humor.”

Barty blinked. “Tragedy.”

“I’m serious.”

“I know you are.” He gave a wolfish grin. “That’s what makes it so funny.”

Regulus crossed his arms. “He complimented my coat last week.”

“And?”

“I told him it was Italian cashmere and out of his price range.”

Barty snorted. “And he still winked at you.”

“He did! Right after saying ‘You look expensive, but I bet you’re worth it.’”

Barty clutched a pillow and dramatically fell backward with a groan. “Oh, how dare he flirt with you in such a straightforward, charming way.”

“I hated it.”

“No, you didn’t.”

Regulus threw the spoon into the sink behind him and glared. “I did. He’s arrogant and insufferable and—he wore mismatched socks to a fundraiser.”

“Regulus, you wore an all-black suit to a garden gala in spring.”

“Black is timeless. His socks were bright orange and blue.”

Barty just looked at him. “You're spiraling.”

“I’m venting.”

“You’re pining.”

Regulus visibly flinched. “I am not.”

Barty rolled onto his side and grinned like a cat with cream. “You’re right, sorry. Silly me. It’s obviously hatred. All that intense eye contact and biting sarcasm—it’s textbook loathing. Definitely not sexual tension at all.”

“I hope you choke.”

“On the truth? Already have, darling.”

Regulus groaned and pressed the heel of his palm to his forehead. “You’re no help.”

“You don’t want help. You want me to say, ‘Yes, Reggie, James Potter is vile and you are perfectly sane for thinking about his stupid hair and stupid grin and stupid hands—’”

“I have never thought about his hands.”

Barty raised an eyebrow. “You described them as calloused but somehow elegant last week when he passed you a pen.”

Regulus made a wounded noise. “You remember that?”

“I remember everything. Especially your most embarrassing moments.”

“I hate you.”

“You hate Potter, remember?”

Regulus looked absolutely miserable as he sank into the chair opposite Barty and finally allowed a tiny, traitorous sigh to escape. “He just… gets to me.”

Barty smirked but said nothing, letting the silence settle between them until Regulus quietly muttered:

“And he smells nice.”

Barty chuckled, reached for his phone again, and said, “Tell me something I don’t know.”

[nixkxart]

need this tbh

[my-castles-crumbling]

smell - jegulus - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 421

Regulus had been so intent on finishing his own homework that he’d hardly noticed Potter enter the small dungeon classroom he’d reserved for the day. In fact, he hadn’t heard the older boy at all until a soft, husky voice muttered, “Hey,” making him jump about a foot in the air.

“Shit!” he muttered, barely avoiding spilling beetle eyes on himself and taking a slow breath before turning to the Gryffindor to send him a grimace. “Salazar, Potter, warn me next time.”

“Sorry, Reggie,” Potter apologized, sending him a smile that made his stomach clench. “Erm, thanks for doing this.”

“It’s fine. You need help, and we’re…” Regulus began to brush him off, but got caught up in what, exactly, he and Potter were now. After the way they’d no-so-conincidentally been meeting up at night for walks, talking about things Regulus’d sworn he’d never talk with anyone about? Their hands brushing as they traversed the castle grounds, causing goosebumps to rapidly form on Regulus’s pale skin, Regulus had realized around the third accidentally-on-purpose meetup that this was something.

But what?

“We’re…yeah,” he finished dumbly, turning away and trying to not turn scarlet. 

“Still. I appreciate it. If I don’t figure out this potion, I’ll fail my NEWT at the end of the year,” James sighed. 

“You’ll figure it out,” Regulus replied bracingly, still avoiding eye contact. “Let me put this away so we can start.”

Moving closer to help, James began to make conversation. “I didn’t know you brewed your own hair potion,” he said lightly, again smiling at Regulus and making him want to fall to the floor with weak knees. 

“I–I what?” he asked, trying to focus.

“Hair potion. I can smell it,” the Gryffindor said, faltering a bit as he stoppered a few of Regulus’s ingredients and gestured to the cauldron. “You have to be brewing it right now, right? It’s so strong!”

Regulus spoke before he could stop himself. “I’m brewing Amortentia,” he said, eyes wide.

Both boys froze, staring at each other, drawing conclusions in their brains as their eyes stayed locked.

James licked at his lips awkwardly and could only stammer as he talked. “I…maybe you put a lot on today, or..” he floundered, clearly making excuses for his slip-up.

But Regulus was not going to let him explain it away. “I smell your cologne,” he murmured, heart hammering so loudly he could barely hear himself.

James let out a strangled sigh of relief. “Oh, thank Merlin,” he whispered, before pulling Regulus into a kiss.

[my-castles-crumbling]

Lovely

jegulus - based on an anon's request for actor!reg - word count: 372

“There! Right there!” Harry yelled from James’s arms, pointing viciously to a man who sat quietly at a table, reading a book. “That’s him, Da!”

The man looked up, and James’s stomach dropped. Fuck, Harry was right. Prepared to bolt out of the small cafe with what was left of his dignity, James swallowed the lump in his throat and took a step backward, but the man gave Harry a little grin and a wave, indicating that they could come forward.

Oh shit, how was James supposed to walk normally?

Stumbling, he went to the table and put Harry down on the floor, still trying to wrap his brain around what he was seeing.

“You’re Regulus Black!” Harry said loudly to the man, beaming.

“I am,” Regulus replied seriously, a small smile on his face. “Are you my biggest fan?”

And oh. James’s heart melted to the floor. Not only was Regulus Black an amazing actor, and attractive besides, but he was good with kids? 

Harry, of course, promptly popped the giddy bubble growing in James’s chest by saying, “No, that’s my Da! He’s seen all your movies and thinks you’re hot!”

James gasped, completely flustered, and tried to remember how to form words. “Harry! No, I–” he turned to Regulus. “I’ve seen–I, yes.. And of course, I mean–you’re very–” he choked on his own spit, trying to come up with an appropriate-yet-true word to describe Regulus, “very lovely, so–so…fuck. But I’m not–I don’t–” God, he wanted to melt into the floor.

Regulus though, just smirked as James dug himself into a deeper and deeper hole. A ding from Regulus phone caused him to look to the screen (giving James ample time to smack himself in the head) before scrawling something onto a piece of paper and kneeling down to Harry’s level.

“Harry, right?” he asked, causing the four-year-old to nod importantly. “When your Da calms down, can you give him this? It’s my number. Tell him I think he’s hot, too, and maybe we can talk sometime after he remembers how to speak properly.”

Harry laughed as James gaped like a fish. “Okay, Mister Regulus!”

And with that, Regulus shook Harry’s hand, sent a wink to James, and left the cafe.

[bradleysass]

position - @into-the-jeggyverse - wc: 166

James exhales. “You’re putting me in a terrible position, Regulus.”

The words are soft, but they hit harder than anything else.

“I can’t sit at a desk day after day and watch you vanish at night into that world, knowing one day you might not come back. Or worse — that you’ll drag me down with you. That the people I work with will show up at our door one day with questions I can’t answer.”

Regulus stares at him, breath caught in his chest.

“I love you,” James says, and it’s like a final breath. “But I won’t watch you destroy yourself for people who never once chose you.”

Regulus moves to speak, but James holds up a hand. “No. This time, I need you to hear me.”

Another pause.

James’ voice breaks. “I need you to choose me. Not in secret, not half-heartedly, not after midnight with apologies on your lips. I need you to walk away from it — all of it. Or I walk.”

[minamorris1897]

Can we talk about how chaotic Narnian battles would feel?? Especially in Prince Caspian. Like, imagine you’re a little Telmarine soldier waiting for the catapults to go and you’ve got all your regiments in nice orderly rows and these two 16 year olds suddenly yell “charge” and the ground opens up beneath you, a mouse with a sword the size of a large pencil takes out your bestie, a griffin drops a dwarf 5 ft away from you and he comes up swinging. As you try to rationalize this, you’re stabbed by a twelve year old with a British accent. Finally, a really freaking big lion shows up, roars, and your entire army collectively pees their pants. At one point in the movie (yes I know the movies aren’t quite the same as the book but they’re still good) Peter says like “we have the element of surprise” like dude, you have drafted the trees I’m pretty sure everyone’s gonna be surprised no matter what.

[thesilliestbeanburger]

Yeah i just reread the whole series, and most of the battles are just ragtag groups of creatures rounded up by a couple kids attacking organized armies - and winning.

[somewhereincairparavel]

With the way you put it, they also sound eerily similar to camp half blood battles 😭just random kids charging without proper planning, coupled with a few satyrs and centaurs - and winning

[blessthosewhocurseyou]

Granted the times is Aslan is helping it's more like they're winning by very literally having God on their side

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lake - jegulus - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 295

So far, in Regulus’s opinion, the group vacation organized by Lily and Pandora was going rather smoothly.

Avoid sitting next to Potter on the car ride to the cabin? Check.

Make sure not to be assigned a room with Potter? Check.

Steer clear of acknowledging Potter at all? Check, check, and check.

Yes, Regulus would make it through this trip without hinting at his feelings at all. He was, after all, a great cards player, and he had a better poker face than most. 

So, he stuck with the current plan, sitting on a lovely window bench and basking in the sunlight as he wrote in his journal, pleased with his efforts thus far.

Until footsteps announced several people coming down from the bedrooms, and Regulus looked up to see–

“Potter?”

It wasn’t just Potter. It was Potter, Sirius, Remus, and Pettigrew, all dressed to go swimming, probably in the nearby lake. But Potter, of course, was the only one who had already shed his shirt, causing Regulus’s eyes to snap to his chest as though pinned there by some invisible force.

“Hey, Reg. Going swimming, want to come?” It was Sirius who acknowledged him, but Regulus didn’t bother to look his way for a second. He was too busy outlining the shape of each of Potter’s sculpted abdominal muscles with his eyes, his mouth open just a bit.

“No,” he mumbled after far too long of a pause. “M’good here.”

“Alright, have fun!”

The cheeky, suggestive grin Potter threw his way had him swallowing thickly and chewing at the inside of his cheek, but it was Remus’s words that made him scowl:

“Very subtle, Reg. Did you catch any flies in your mouth?”

All he could do was scowl as Remus walked away, chuckling.

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𐙚4. y'all will never understand how important regulus calling sirius "hyung" is to me

[deswhomst]

walburga black pulling up to the “who hates sirius the most” competition but her opponent is kreacher (she lost)

[dayquil-driver]

so embarrassing when i forget im checking someone's blog and i start scrolling through and liking and reblogging shit as if it's just my dash. it feels like wandering into someone else's apartment and not noticing and making myself lunch

[dayquil-driver]

reblog if i can wander into your apartment (blog) and make myself lunch (like and reblog as if it's my dash)

[my-castles-crumbling]

admit - march 1 - black brothers - @black-brothers-microfic - word count: 225

“Pads?” James asked, walking out of his room in the flat he and Sirius shared, a confused look in his face. “Are you using my cologne?”

Sirius, who was sitting on the couch flipping through a Quidditch magazine while Regulus grumpily helped him braid his hair, felt long, cool fingers pull nervously at the strands. “Er…yeah, Prongs. Sorry, I should’ve asked,” he said, feigning remorse. “I didn’t realize I used it enough for you to notice.”

“Nah, mate, it’s okay. I was just confused why it was running out so fast. What’s mine is yours, you know that,” James said with an amicable grin. Then, his expression turned to one of completely sappy love sickness as he looked at Regulus. “H-hey, Reg,” he murmured.

“Hi,” Sirius heard Regulus say from behind him.

James grinned and blushed before he walked back down the hall. 

A breath of relief tickled his neck.

“You know…you could just admit that you go in there and steal a spray of his cologne every time he’s not here because you like the smell,” Sirius murmured, smirking to himself as he heard Regulus gasp. “He’d probably think it was adorable instead of creepy…which is what it actually is.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Regulus growled, pulling harshly at Sirius’s hair.

“Ow, Reg! So mean…” he complained, but he was grinning the whole time.