#soft regulus

[vixzstarz]

when jegulus first gets together and goes public everyone assumes James is the clingy one. it makes sense too, he follows Regulus around like a puppy. But only their friends see the Regulus that curls up into James and will whine if James even slightly moves. The Regulus that pulls James up to bed way too early just to cuddle because of how in love he is.

[roze-latte-zz]

Curling Into You ⭑ Regulus Black

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The Slytherin common room was hushed, the dim green lanterns casting ripples of light across the walls as the Black Lake swayed outside. Most students had gone to bed, leaving only a handful of tired seventh-years scattered about with parchment and half-finished essays.

You sat curled up in the farthest corner, your blanket draped around your shoulders like a shield. A pile of books leaned precariously beside you, though you hadn’t touched them in at least an hour. Your eyelids drooped, head bobbing slightly, when a voice broke the quiet.

“You’ll fall asleep there and wake up with ink stains all over your face.”

You blinked, finding Regulus Black standing a few feet away, his arms crossed. His expression, as usual, was carefully neutral, though his eyes betrayed a softness that only slipped through when no one else was looking.

“I wasn’t sleeping,” you mumbled, straightening. “I was…resting my eyes.”

He arched an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth threatening to curl into a smirk. “Resting your eyes with your quill still in your hand? Ingenious.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t fight the smile tugging at your lips. “What are you doing awake, then? Don’t tell me Regulus Black stays up late to…what, scold people for studying?”

“Hardly,” he said, settling down beside you with the smooth grace he seemed to carry into every movement. His shoulder brushed yours, and the contact sent warmth rushing up your arm despite the chill of the dungeons. “I came to make sure you didn’t work yourself into a collapse. You’ve been at it since dinner.”

You tilted your head at him, amused. “And you’ve been keeping track?”

A pause. His gaze flickered toward the firelight, his jaw tightening ever so slightly before he answered, “I notice things.”

That was Regulus for you. Always careful, always composed, but with these quiet admissions that slipped through in moments when no one else could hear.

“Well,” you said, nudging his knee with yours beneath the blanket, “I suppose it’s very noble of you, watching over me like that.”

For a moment, his lips twitched again like he might actually smile—until instead, he tugged the blanket from your shoulders and draped it over both of you. “You’re freezing,” he murmured.

“I’m fine,” you protested weakly, though your heart hammered against your ribs.

Regulus gave you a look that brooked no argument, one you’d seen him use on underclassmen and professors alike. But then it softened, and he leaned a little closer, lowering his voice as if the words were only for you.

“You push yourself too hard. If you don’t slow down, you’ll burn out.”

You wanted to protest again, to say something light or teasing, but the genuine worry in his tone made your throat tighten. Regulus Black didn’t show concern often. It was rare, like sunlight breaking through clouds, and it always caught you off guard.

“Maybe,” you admitted softly. “But it feels easier when you’re here.”

His eyes snapped to yours, wide for just a fraction of a second before his composure returned. He didn’t answer immediately; instead, he reached up and brushed a stray strand of hair from your forehead with surprising gentleness. His touch lingered, warm and careful, as if you were something fragile.

“I suppose,” he said finally, voice low, “that I can stay a little longer, then.”

The two of you sat there in silence, the blanket cocooning you against the cool dungeon air, the fire crackling quietly across the room. For once, neither of you needed words. His presence was enough—the steady weight of his shoulder against yours, the way his gaze softened when he thought you weren’t looking, the quiet promise that, even in the stillness of the night, you weren’t alone.

And when you finally let your head rest against his shoulder, Regulus didn’t move away. Instead, he shifted just enough to keep you comfortable, his fingers brushing lightly against your hand beneath the blanket until they laced with yours.

For someone who rarely let himself have softness, Regulus held onto that moment like it was something he’d never let go.

[astrolevl]

James who finds it so sweet that Regulus softens around animals and magical creatures. He'll watch (very subtly) as Reg stops to pet the random cats roaming Hogwarts' halls, and how he seems to have a natural gift for Care of Magical Creatures though he acts like he'd rather be anywhere else. Later, when they begin to talk more, James finds himself falling for one of the few pureblood wizards that actually treats house elves well.

[sleepy-skye]

The morning after

characters: regulus black x reader (no use of y/n)

tw: allusions to sex (read the title lol, but its never mentioned directly), and barty?

summary: not much happens, just fluff :)

word count: 833

a/n: we need more soft reg content ngl

The first rays of morning light slipped through the narrow windows of the Slytherin dormitory, casting a muted glow across the cool stone walls. Regulus lay on his side, half-propped on an elbow, his dark hair tousled from sleep. His gaze lingered on you, your body still tangled with his in the rumpled sheets. He reached out without thinking, his fingers brushing lightly across the smooth curve of your back, feeling the warmth of your skin against his.

Without thinking, he reached out, his fingers brushing lightly across the smooth curve of your back. The warmth of your skin against his sent a quiet thrill through him, and he let his hand linger, tracing the dip of your spine, the soft muscle of your shoulder. The intimacy of it settled over him like a blanket, warm and comforting. He could feel the steady rise and fall of your chest beneath his palm, the subtle rhythm of your pulse against his fingertips.

He shifted closer, his breath just a whisper against your neck as he pressed a slow kiss to the skin just below your ear, tasting the salt of sleep on your skin. The soft rustle of the blankets as he moved was the only sound in the room, and Regulus closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the closeness. He never thought he'd find a moment like this—where everything outside of this bed, this warmth, you, seemed irrelevant.

You stirred slightly, a soft hum escaping your lips as you felt his touch. Regulus smiled faintly, his hand stilling for a moment before resuming its gentle exploration. His fingers traced idle patterns along your shoulder, his touch feather-light, as though he were afraid to break the spell of the moment.

“Morning,” you murmured, your voice thick with exhaustion as you turned your head to look at him. Your eyes were half-lidded, still heavy with the remnants of dreams, but there was a softness in your gaze that made his chest tighten.

“Morning,” Regulus replied, his voice low and rough from sleep. He leaned in, brushing his lips against yours in a kiss that was slow and unhurried, reeking of lazy mornings and love. When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, his breath mingling with yours in the quiet space between you.

“You’re warm,” you mumbled, shifting closer to him until there was no space left between you. Your leg hooked over his, your arm draping across his waist as you buried your face in the crook of his neck. Regulus let out a quiet laugh, the sound vibrating against your skin.

“You’re the one who’s warm,” he countered, though he made no move to pull away. Instead, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you even closer. His hand found its way into your hair, his fingers gently carding through the strands as he pressed another kiss to the top of your head.

You sighed contentedly, your fingers tracing absentminded patterns on his chest. “Can we stay like this forever?” you asked, voice muffled against his skin.

Regulus hummed in agreement, though he knew it was impossible. Still, he could pretend, pretend that the world outside this room didn’t exist, that it was just the two of you, wrapped up in each other, with nothing but the soft light of morning and the sound of your breathing to keep you company.

The moment was shattered by the sound of the door slamming open, followed by Barty’s loud, cheerful voice. “Rise and shine, lovebirds! We’ve got—oh.”

Regulus froze, his arms tightening around you instinctively as he turned his head to glare at Barty. You, on the other hand, buried your face in Regulus’ chest, your shoulders shaking with silent laughter.

“Out,” Regulus said flatly, his voice sharp enough to cut glass.

Barty, to his credit, looked only mildly apologetic. He raised his hands in mock surrender, a grin spreading across his face. “Didn’t mean to interrupt your… cuddle session. But seriously, we’ve got class in ten minutes. Evans is already losing his mind over the herbology test.”

Regulus sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he tried to will away the headache that was already forming. “We’’ll be there. Now get out.”

Barty saluted, still grinning, before backing out of the room and closing the door behind him. The room fell silent again, save for the sound of your muffled laughter.

“You’re laughing,” Regulus said, his tone accusatory but his lips twitching with the beginnings of a smile.

“I can’t help it,” you said, finally lifting your head to look at him. Your eyes were bright with amusement, your cheeks flushed from laughing. “God, I love your face.”

Regulus rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t stop the smile that spread across his face. He leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before reluctantly untangling himself from you. “C’mon” he mumbled, his voice softening. “We need to go.”

You grinned, pulling the blankets up around you. “Five more minutes?”

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[onehundredflamingos]

@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?”

[murderoushagthesequel]

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.

[regulusblackcore]

Daylight // r.b x reader

A very short yet fluffy fic with Regulus

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This is my first time writing on here so idk how its gonna go lol

word count: 346

warnings: none !

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He looked up at you, smiling tiredly. Your hands in his hair, playing with his curls lightly. 

“I’m sorry for taking so long, I couldn’t get out of that damn house.” He said, sighing softly. You looked down at him in your lap, giving him a small smile, your hair falling into your face slightly. The boy reached his hand up, pushing the hair behind your ear.

“Hey, you don’t need to apologize, you know that.” You told him, a slight flush appearing on your cheeks from the gesture. “I’m just glad you were able to make it, Love.” Your hand glided down to his cheek, caressing his cheek bone lightly. 

He relaxed in your hand, closing his eyes, letting out a relieved breath. “I missed you so much, you know that. I can’t stop thinking about you.” Regulus muttered, only for you to hear, although you two were the only ones in the flower field. 

These were the moments you craved for. The moments that only you and him knew about. The times you could just relax and know everything was okay because he was there. You kissed his other cheek softly, letting it linger for a couple seconds before pulling away, looking back down at him. 

You watched the breeze lightly run through your boyfriend's hair and the pink flowers around him, his blue eyes and dark hair contrasting against the light color. “Reg.” You whispered softly, making the boy open his eyes, tilting his head to look at you. 

You leaned down, rubbing your nose against his lightly, smiling softly, “I love you, always know that.” You told him, kissing his nose. 

He smiled up at you with an adorable look on his face, reaching his hands up, cupping both your cheeks, pulling you into a deep kiss. It was soft yet assuring, letting you know that he wasn’t leaving anytime soon. “I love you too, to the moon and back.” He said against your lips. 

You giggled softly, going back in to kiss him, getting lost in the man that you love.

[murderoushagthesequel]

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: