hii!! i saw that ur requests were open and i was like omgomgomg. i was wondering if you could do poly!jegulus x reader (in ravenclaw/hufflepuff) and its like the cliche tie switch type of thing where they all end up with eachothers tie colours (like james gets a green tie, reg gets a blue tie, and reader gets a red tie). and omg pls feel free to ignore this ik its an odd one. anywhosies i love your fics !! you truly have such a talent for writing :)
soooo cute hehehe, thanks for your request! hope I did the trope justice <3
poly!jegulus x fem!reader who all swap ties [819 words]
CW: somewhat secret relationship (at least James' involvement), accidental outing of that relationship, reader is portrayed as shy and Ravenclaw
You were shy.
Certainly far shier than Sirius, shier than Remus, and perhaps even shier than Regulus.
And it was because you were so shy that Sirius almost felt bad for saying something.
Almost.
“Oi, Rem,” Sirius started whilst keeping his salacious smirk pointed at you, completely unawares of the piss being taken at your expense, “I think you might need to take 10 points from Ravenclaw for being out of uniform.”
Remus looked up from the article he’d been reading as the piece of toast that had been on its way to his mouth paused midair, and you furrowed your brows as you looked up at Sirius from under your lashes.
“Me?” You nearly squeaked when you realised Sirius’ predatory gaze was pointed at you, though Remus had the grace to smile at you apologetically.
“Your tie, love.” Remus explained gently, but that didn’t seem to clear things up for you.
“But…I have my tie on?” You argued in the form of the question, hand migrating unconsciously to the well-tied knot at your neck when James’ voice permeated the atmosphere.
“Angel!” He called out breathlessly as he made it over to the Gryffindor table. “I, erm, I think there might have been a mix up.”
Sirius watched you turn your head - which only served to draw further attention to the fact that you were not wearing your own house colours - to see James loosening the blue and copper tie from around his own neck.
Sirius couldn’t even enjoy the widening of your eyes or the slacking of your jaw when he realised something.
“Wha- wait, no, wait, hang on.” Sirius sputtered as Remus nearly choked on his tea. “Why do you have her tie?”
Your hand quickly began to loosen the tie situated around your neck, though your movements slowed when you realised-
“For Salazar’s sake, Potter.” They heard Regulus hiss as he stalked over from the Slytherin table; Barty, Evan, and Dorcas cackling, seemingly at his expense (to the point that Barty actually slipped off the bench in a fit of laughter), as he ripped the red and gold tie from around his neck.
“What the fuck!?” Sirius shrieked as you finally pulled the green and silver tie off of your person and timidly held it out to your boyfriend.
“Can’t believe you were so quick to blame it on me, Reggie.” James teased; easily replacing his own house tie to his neck and casually fixing the collar of his shirt whilst Regulus turned a completely new shade of pink and you looked like you were hoping for the floor of the Great Hall to simply swallow you up. “It takes two to tango.”
“Or three.” Remus chuckled under his breath, wincing when his boyfriends ire turned towards him.
“Did you know!?” Sirius asked his maybe possibly soon to be ex boyfriend (or certainly his boyfriend who would be getting no cuddles or chocolates from Honeydukes for the next foreseeable future).
“I…had a hunch?” Remus tried.
“The three of you!?” Sirius barked at the three of you then, though you and Regulus seemed to understand the question was for James.
“Yeah!” James responded easily. “We’re pretty cute together, huh?”
Your shoulders migrated impossibly higher at the attention as you tried to cave in on yourself, and Regulus simply rolled his eyes at what he clearly felt was a Gryffindor brand of nonsense.
Sirius had no response to that, though it didn’t appear James was waiting for one. James - the sod - simply pressed a kiss to the side of your head before doing much the same for Regulus and continuing back out of the Great Hall for his meeting with McGonagall as the Headboy.
Regulus let out a frustrated huff and narrowed his eyes at his brother as if just daring him to say anything, though Sirius watched his face soften significantly when he turned his attention to you.
“D’accord, amour?” He murmured quietly. (translation: alright?)
“Ouais.” You offered quickly. “But, erm, can you go away now?”
Sirius sort of expected Regulus to huff in offence or chide you for being quite rude, but Regulus seemed to understand that you simply did not like the attention right now and actually smiled at you.
What the fuck was happening right now!?
“Tu vas bien, mon amour.” (translation: you're okay, my love) Regulus whispered into the side of your head where he pressed his lips before he departed, but the expression on your face made it look as though you very much disagreed with that.
“Oh my gods?!” Sirius let out then when it was just Remus, you, and himself.
“What’s that saying?” Remus asked as he looked back at his newspaper with a satisfied smirk on his face. “Curiosity killed the kneazle?”
“I wasn’t curious, Moons. I was trying to take the piss.” Sirius pouted.
Remus simply hummed at his petulant boyfriend as he winked at you over the Daily Prophet. “Call it karma, then.”
sub james being in the middle of you and regulus, regulus is thrusting into him while james is thrusting into you. you can feel how hard regulus is going through james and james is just trying not to cum with his eyes closed and legs shaking.
I'm loving your summer event! I'd like to request a poly!jegulus blurb with the prompt “come on, we can cuddle up and watch from afar while everyone else tries to drown one another in the shallows.” Please and thank you!
as much as i like jegulus, i don’t think i have their dynamic down as a writer, so this was a fun challenge! ty for the request
jolie's summer kickoff
a 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐫 fresh off the grill ⋮ aka a short blurb
contains: poly!jegulus x reader, himbo!james, sirius being a little shit
You and Regulus slide your sunglasses down your noses in unison as James jogs up the sand to your beach chairs. His chiseled chest glistens with saltwater as he tosses his head, flipping his soaked curls back effortlessly.
“He’s showing off,” Regulus mumbles, just loud enough for you to hear.
“Who cares?” you respond, eyes fixed shamelessly on the view, a satisfied smirk playing at your lips.
“Hey!” James says, breathless and beaming, water trickling from his body and splashing on your knees.
“What have you got for us this time, lover boy?” you ask, pushing your sunglasses back up your nose so you can ogle at his bare chest inconspicuously. He knows exactly what you’re doing, his ego swelling as he subtly puffs out his chest.
James crouches to your eye level, holding his palms flat in front of himself to present what he’s brought from the shore (for the fifth time). He points at various shells, telling you both what he likes about each one, letting you hold any in your hand that piques your interest.
“I’ve saved the best for last,” James says, fishing for something in the pocket of his swim trunks. He proudly displays a sand dollar in his palm, presenting it to each of you in turn so you can admire it properly.
As James holds the poor sand dollar in front of you, your lips curve into a pout. “Jamie, go put that back.”
His eyebrows furrow, tilting his head in confusion when you’re not oohing and ahhing like he expected. “Why?” he murmurs, a flicker of disappointment in his eye.
Regulus takes pity on him, nudging his ankle with his flip-flopped foot. “That one’s still alive, mon soleil.”
James looks perplexed, staring down at the little urchin in his palm. “What do you mean?”
You and Regulus shoot each other a sideways glance.
“Sand dollars are living creatures, Jamie,” you explain gently.
“What!?” James yelps, shoulders going tense, and he’s suddenly unsure of how to hold the thing in his hand. “I thought they were made out of sand!”
Regulus does nothing to suppress his laughter. You do try, but Regulus’ are contagious, and soon you too get caught up in a fit of giggles.
You scoop the sand dollar into your hand, laughter still bubbling from your throat as you say, “Come on, we’ll release the little guy together.”
You look over your shoulder at your other boyfriend.
“Coming, Reg?” you hum.
He’s been fending James off all day, refusing every attempt to drag him into the water. But with both of you watching him expectantly, he knows he no longer has a choice in the matter (and he might have a tad harder time saying no to you).
When you reunite with the rest of your group in the water, James is eager to share this newfound piece of information with his friends.
“Did you know that sand dollars are alive!?”
“Yes, James,” Remus sighs as if he expected better.
You let James do the honors of releasing the sand dollar, guiding him to a still, sandy stretch of ocean, well away from the kicking feet and splashing limbs of the clusters of swimmers scattered nearby.
“Sorry for kidnapping you, buddy,” James whispers to the little creature as he watches it drift down to the ocean floor.
Distracted by watching the sand dollar, none of you notice Sirius’s slow approach from behind, a brightly colored beach bucket in each hand. Carefully, he crouches to scoop up as much water as they’ll hold. Then, in one swift motion, dumps them over James and Regulus’s heads.
You jump back, away from the salty splash.
“Oi!” James shouts, throwing the plastic bucket at Sirius, who swats it out of the way. James has a lopsided grin on his face as he dives for his best friend in retaliation.
Regulus, on the other hand, is not amused in the slightest, looking murderous as he rips the bucket off his head. Before he can start spewing expletives or attempting to seriously maim his brother, you place a hand on his chest and gently push him away from the scene.
“Come on,” you say, using your free hand to brush his sopping hair out of his face. “James has it covered. Come. Come on, we can cuddle up and watch from afar while they try to drown each other in the shallows.”
Regulus grumbles something in French under his breath—a rather nasty insult aimed at his brother, no doubt. But he lets you whisk him away to the shoreline, where you sit between his legs in the sand and watch as James holds Sirius’ head under the water, all in Regulus’ name.
Summary: James and Regulus go on a work trip and you comfort your teenage son
Warnings: you're called Rena bc that's the gender neutral term for a parent please it's not an oc, a little sassy Harry, stinky teenager, Insinuated that you don't know how to use James' fancy pans, mentions of murder and kidnapping, a few suggestions of modern-ish day au💔, Harry calls you old for doing puzzles, whispers of poc Harry, possible over use of Haz but at least he's happy so, yeah that's it I think
For whatever reason James and Regulus were terribly worried to leave you and Harry alone for the week their work called them away. You tried to explain that they had no reason to be worried; you were a full-grown adult you knew how to take care of yourself for a week. They just said they were anxious to leave you alone not because you would fall apart but because you would be alone and anyone could kidnap you. You had to stop letting James watch crime shows, it sets him on edge. Regulus told James it would be fine. Harry decided to inform everyone at the table that he had started working out so he could protect you easily. You told your sixteen-year-old son to go put on deodorant after he lifted his arm to flex his muscles. You shared a glance with Regulus.
“He really is your son, James,” Regulus muttered, sipping on his tea. James scoffed, turning around from the stove.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” James asked, utterly offended by the correlation.
“Nothing,” Regulus responded.
“That you were stinky at sixteen too?” You said, shaking your head like James was ridiculous for not catching that.
Of course, James lingered by the front door, Regulus standing behind him with both their bags in his hands. James cupped your face, peppering kisses all over it.
“Don’t use my fancy pans. I know you mean well but you don’t know the proper cleaning regimen for them.” James said between kisses. Harry was pouting next to the door, crossed arms over his chest. You groaned, trying to pull your head from James’ hands.
“I think you mean ritual,” Harry muttered, looking away from his father to stare at the car in the driveway. James released your face finally, turning to Harry. Harry startled, straightening up.
“And you! Keep your smart mouth to yourself. Don’t stress out your Rena. I’ll- I’ll- uh-“
“Jamie Deer, I do believe you have to actually threaten him with a punishment for that to work,” Regulus said, looking between Harry’s very relaxed face and James’ stressed look. James looked over his shoulder, sending a glare at Regulus.
“I’ll think of something the way there and call you when I figure it out,” James said, waggiling his finger at Harry. Harry rolled his eyes and waved his hands in the air.
“Oh no, I’m terrified,” Harry said, leaning back against the doorframe. You sighed and pressed your lips together.
“No parties, you hear me? Ron, Hermione, and Luna can come over but no one else. And only if your Rena says it’s okay. And no alcohol. Or drugs! Or murder! Or sketchy alleyways! And no-“ Regulus cut off James’ spiel, tugging him away from the door by his arm.
“He’ll be fine, James. Stop stressing.” Regulus muttered. You rolled your eyes at the both of them. James started muttering about how Harry got his sass from Regulus. You looked to Harry. He shook his head in disbelief at his father.
“Why on earth would I throw a party? Or murder someone?” You shrugged and slapped a hand on top of Harry’s shoulder.
“Haz, some people are just terribly paranoid about everything. When your father watches crime shows, he becomes one of those people.” You said, pushing Harry back inside as you shut the door. Harry sighed pitifully.
“So what you’re saying is Dad needs to have his screen time taken away?” Harry asked, clutching his chest like it was a terrible pain to hear. You nodded, giving him a sad face.
“Screenagers these days,” Harry whispered like his heart was torn in half. He turned around, slowly slumping away to his bedroom. You rolled your eyes, heading for the couch.
The first few days went over easily. Harry helped clean up after dinner and tried to egg you on to using James’ fancy pans. Which you did not do and glared at Harry. Harry would come into the living room to join you in watching your TV show. Even though he called you old for enjoying puzzles, he still sat down next to you to help. He asked you before he brought over Hermione, Ron, and Luna. You didn't mind the loud laughter coming from his room because it reminded you of the warm feeling you got while hanging out with your ever-growing friend group.
Dinner parties were a struggle to get all your friends over. Sirius, Remus, Peter, Evan, Barty, Dorcas, Lily, Pandora, and the list just keeps going. You were glad your children got to grow in such a warm environment. Harry would never know the feeling of not having someone to turn to.
The day before James and Regulus came back, you were lying in bed with a book open in your lap. You missed your partners but, as you had told them, you handled yourself just fine.
A knock at your bedroom door lifted your head from your book. You made a loud agreeing sound, telling Harry he could come inside. Harry's dark brown curls poked over the edge of the door.
“Rena?” Harry's voice was soft. It reminded you of when he asked for a new ice cream after he ‘dropped’ it at eight. He had eaten all of it and not realized until it was gone. It'd been a running joke in the family since then. It stopped when he was 12 because Harry was clearly annoyed with it. However, by 15 he made the joke himself and brought it back.
“What's the matter, Haz?” You asked, glancing at your book. Harry stepped through the door, his pillow tucked under his arm.
“So Dad and Pa are coming home tomorrow, right?” Harry asked, awkwardly leaning on the door. The door slowly opened further against his body weight and slipped away from Harry. Harry stood up straight, pretending to suddenly be interested in the secrets hidden behind the door. Which was nothing but a wall that had been there since he was born.
“That's right. If you're worried we can call them, they might already be sleeping though,” you said. Harry looked away from the door, staring at you for a moment. He kissed his teeth, tapping his fingers on his hips. James did that when he did the math in his head.
“No, it's fine,” Harry answered, shrugging and stretching his arms out.
“Well, alright then,” you said, returning to back to your book. You paused two sentences into the paragraph, noticing Harry still standing at your door. “Something else you need?” you added, raising a brow.
“Well, unfortunately, I saw a bug in my room. Then I lost where I saw it, so now I can't sleep in there.” Harry said, sighing like it was a terrible emotional weight for him to carry. You nodded, humming in understanding.
“What type of bug was it? So I know what bug spray to use.” You asked. Harry frowned. He started tapping his chin to play up how hard he was thinking.
“The I-Miss-My-Parents bug. It's truly terrifying. It's got a million legs and it's purple. With green dots.” Harry said, crossing his arms over his chest. His pillow was trapped between them. You hummed, patting the bed next to you.
“Come on. Sleepover tonight huh?” You asked, looking back down at your book. Harry's pillow flopped next to you. You raised a brow and lifted your head just in time to see your teenager's body fly towards your bed mid-jump. You screeched in surprise as Harry thumped next to you on the blankets. You sighed as you bounced because of the mattress recoiling from Harry's weight. You frowned, turning your head slowly to glare at Harry. He smiled brightly at you, reminding you of James' shine that came with that dazzling smile. You hummed and rolled your eyes. Harry sighed happily, rolling his head around on his silk pillowcase. You patted his stomach.
“Glad you're happy, Haz.” Harry nodded, yanking on your blankets to cuddle up under the warmth. Harry tucked the covers under his chin, sighing happily. You pushed his curls away from his forehead, gently pressing a kiss to his tan skin. Harry smiled, pulling his glasses off and setting them on the ceramic deer head James had on the bedside table. James laughed himself sick when he found that deer head and he laughed even harder when he realized his glasses fit perfectly. You gently laid down next to Harry, only for him to roll over and hide in your arms. You carefully lulled him to sleep by combing through his hair with your fingers. It was the only way you could get Harry to fall asleep when he was sick as a toddler.
By the time morning light started peeking through your curtains, you could hear rummaging in the kitchen. You carefully slipped Harry's head back to his pillow and slinked off to the kitchen.
You found Regulus sitting on the kitchen counter, hugging a warm cup of tea to his chest. His eyes were closed like he was in complete bliss. You stepped towards Regulus, rubbing his knee in comforting patterns. Regulus peeked an eye open, sighing and leaning forward. He peaked at your cheek, pulling away to sip on his tea again.
James entered the kitchen with his and Regulus’ bags in his arms. He gasped excitedly when he spotted you. He quietly set the bags down on the ground before beelining for you. James quickly wrapped his arms around you, knocking you into Regulus. Regulus groaned behind you, probably moving his tea further from you two. James kissed your face, leaving plenty of pecks on your skin.
“Harry's still asleep. He slept in our bed last night. He missed you guys.” You whispered, dodging James' head as he jerked up. You looked over your shoulder at Regulus, who had opened both eyes and raised an eyebrow. Regulus pressed his palm to his heart and hummed. Oh wow how touched he is at the sweetness of his son! James headed for your shared bedroom door and peeked through the door. James cooed and tip-toed back to the parental meeting in the kitchen.
“He's so cute. Oh, my baby. He's getting all old.” James said sadly, wiping away a fake tear. Regulus scoffed quietly.
“And stinky,” Regulus muttered. You grimaced.
“And sassy.” You added. James sighed happily.
“Love that kid,” James whispered, knocking his head back to swallow his tears. You and Regulus hummed in agreement.
Your mind reeled as you saw Harry's first steps, to his first bike ride, to his first sleepover, all the way to his most recent birthday pass by you again. You sighed as you felt your son's childhood slip from you. At least you knew his inner child would still find comfort in your arms and under your blankets. It wasn't completely gone, he just needed to blame a bug now to hide in your arms.
When sleep tended to evade him, Regulus often thought about how funny life was and it’s way of turning out. This time last year, he had thought he was destined to follow his father’s footsteps and marry one of his cousins to keep the Black family line pure. Originally, it had been Sirius’ responsibility, but the day he left him behind in their family home, he knew the burden had fallen upon his shoulders.
He could still hear his mother’s anguished cries reverberating through the back of his mind. As much as Walburga had presented as the stoic, uncaring mother, there was a part of her that still cared deeply for Sirius. Regulus had wondered if she had cried the same when he left home too, and his portrait was burned off the family tapestry, alongside Sirius’.
Despite the years of torture he had endured, she was still his mother, and the thought of being the cause of her pain did not sit right with Regulus. But alas, he had left, just as Sirius had done, and just like Sirius, he could not bring himself to regret the decision. Because if he had stayed, he would not have learned what it was like to be loved.
He wouldn’t have known what it was like to be loved by you and James.
Regulus slowly shifted to his side as he tried to get comfortable again. His movements were soft, as he did not want to disturb your sleep. Somehow, you always knew when his thoughts turned back to his family and what could have been.
“You okay?” You murmur, voice still riddled with sleep. Regulus looks down at you cuddled into his chest and stops your hand from rubbing at your eyes.
“I’m okay, Sweet Girl,” he whispered back. Although it was for your benefit moreso James’ as nothing short of a hurricane could wake him. “Go back to sleep.”
“Mm’kay,” You didn't argue as you snuggled your head further into his chest.
Slowly Regulus dragged his hand up and down your back, moving in time with your deep breaths. He couldn't help but let his mind wonder back to his previous train of thought. Yes, it was funny how life turned out. A year ago, he could not imagine being laid in bed, cuddling the two loves of his life, and yet here he was, and here he was going to stay.
