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Elizabeth, She/her, a whole ass adult, pansexual, person of color.
Toujoursrab was established in 2016 and originally used for roleplaying purposes but has since been refurbished into a writing blog. At the moment, I’m solely writing for the Marauders (Harry Potter) fandom. You can also find me on my Marauders blog, and on ao3.
Prompt: Scratch (@into-the-jeggyverse) | Pairing: Jegulus | Word Count: 412 Warnings: mild sexual undertones.
“It’s about time you moved on.” For the first time since they’ve met, James cringed at the sound of Sirius’ voice from behind him. “I never thought you’d get over Regulus but I told you, one night stands are the way to—oh—seems like this kitten has claws.” Sirius laughed, his eyes raking over the scratch marks he noticed at the top of James’ shoulder blades.
“Mornin’, Pads.” James didn’t sound as enthusiastic as he set down the tea kettle and finally turned to his best friend who was making his way over to the fridge. Sirius paused his steps, gawking at the colorful hues decorating James’ neck and collarbones, before barking out another laugh, this one louder than the first. James couldn’t stop a fond smile from forming on his lips, although he wished he had put on a shirt before coming out to make tea. “Claws and a possessive streak. Just your type. You might wanna consider keeping this one.”
“Planning on it.” James said simply, leaning back against the counter. “Ran out of milk again?”
Sirius nodded as he pulled out a quarter gallon of milk before searching the freezer. “Of course. No need to go to the store at the ass crack of whatever when your best friend lives in the flat right across. Moons has the early shift. Making him breakfast.” When Sirius was satisfied with the selection of frozen chocolate chip waffles and milk, he turned to leave the kitchen.
“Morning, Siri.” Regulus’ said with a yawn as he narrowly bumped into his brother in the doorway. Unlike James, Regulus was thankfully wearing a shirt— oversized and going down to his mid-thighs— but there were still hickeys peaking out underneath. Regulus wasn’t the only one marking his territory. Again, Sirius gawked in surprise, almost dropping the contents in his hands. “Reg?!”
Regulus hummed in response, bare feet padding across the tiled floor as he made his way to James. Regulus murmured a good morning greeting against James’ lips before he pulled back and was handed a cup of tea.
“What’s going on? You refused to be in the same room with each other two weeks ago! Did I miss several chapters? Hey! Don’t kiss him again— answer me!” But neither of them responded back, too caught up in each other and secretly enjoying messing with Sirius, who finally left the flat when he realized he wasn’t going to get any answers from the reconciled couple.
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Prompt: Miss (@into-the-jeggyverse) | Pairing: Jegulus | Word Count: 476
“I miss Regulus.” James whined, turning from his back to lay on his side so he could face Sirius. His best friend was laying next to him, staring up at the glow in the dark stars on the ceiling. It was almost embarrassing, but the constellation Leo glowed particularly bright in comparison to the rest.
“Prongs, dating my brother is one thing, hearing you whine about him all summer is another.”
James let out a sigh. “I hear you whine about Moony all the time, even when he’s in the same room. I haven’t spoken to Regulus since the train, it’s been three weeks.” They couldn’t even send letters, but James had been writing them anyway with the thought he could give them to Regulus once they were back at Hogwarts. Regulus liked reading, so James had taken to writing him notes and letters that he snuck into his robes or bag during term. He wasn’t allowed to send owls to Grimmauld Place, so they were currently in a no contact situation. “Do you think he misses me?”
“Oh yeah, knowing my brother he’s going mad without you.” Sirius paused, twisting his lips. “Although descending into madness isn’t strange for a Black, it’s quite common. I blame the inbre—” he was cut off by a loud, quick series of knocks at James’s bedroom window.
James and Sirius shared a curious glance. “Expecting anyone?” The younger asked rhetorically before rolling out of bed, grabbing his wand and waving it to turn on the light as he went to the window. James pulled back the curtains, hazel eyes widening. “Regulus?” he immediately opened the window, helping the sixteen year old climb into his room from the outside. “How did you—this is the second floor…”
“I’m aware, James. I climbed—”
“Most people use the door.” Sirius commented, not letting his own surprise show at the sight of his brother as he sat up on the bed. His eyes darkened, gaze intense as he eyed Regulus’ body for any sight of physical injury, only relaxing when he came to the conclusion there were none.
James was doing the same, his hands roaming the sides of Regulus’ torso, still in disbelief that he was actually here in his room. “Are you alright, Reg? Did something happen?”
“No—nothing happened. I’m—I’m fine. I just… you know.” Regulus grabbed for James’ hands to hold them into his. “I missed you.” He didn’t say anything more before he leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss against James’ lips which the Gryffindor happily returned.
“No! No! No! NO! NOOOOO! Rule number six of dating my brother clearly states ‘no kissing in front of Sirius’!” Sirius grabbed the pillow that was beneath his head, throwing it right at their grinning faces. “You both have to put a galleon in the jar now!”
Prompt: Shadow (@into-the-jeggyverse) | Pairing: Jegulus | Word Count: 463
“I’m not brave like Sirius.” Regulus murmured through the stillness of the air between them. James’ body was wrapped around him like a cocoon; arms and legs locked around his smaller frame and Regulus’ face nestled into James’ neck where he placed kisses every so often. They were in James four poster bed, the curtains drawn, and a silencing charm placed around them for total privacy.
“Who says you have to be like Sirius?” James answered back after a few moments, his tone soft and curious.
“I’m going home tomorrow, James.” Regulus sighed, closing his eyes tight. He wished he could be transported into another life. Just temporarily, maybe until Winter holidays were over and he could be back at Hogwarts ignoring the war raging outside the castle walls. “My parents expect me to take the mark.. I..”
James loosened his arm around Regulus so he could bring his hand up to card his fingers through Regulus’ dark curls. It always calmed the younger down. “Have you changed your mind?” James hated the way his stomach flipped at the thought of Regulus living for his parents and not himself. He knew what a good person Regulus was, he knew how pure his heart is. Sometimes he just struggled to make good choices.
“No.” he said firmly. His decision had been made. He wouldn’t be getting the mark. He didn’t want it. Now it was just relaying that piece of information to his parents. “I’m not getting it. I’m just scared. Terrified, actually.”
“No one expects you to be like Sirius. I’m glad you’re not like Padfoot, he’s an idiot half of the time.” James laughed fondly. “You’re brave too, Reg. By refusing the mark, telling your parents where you stand, stepping out from the shadows of how you were raised to be your own person—that’s so incredibly brave of you.”
“It doesn’t feel like it.”
“Maybe not right now, but it will once you finally tell them.” James’ moved a lock of hair behind Regulus’ ear, and slid his fingers down his jawline. He cupped his chin and pulled back a little so he could see Regulus’ face. Regulus’ grey eyes met James’ hazel. “No matter how the conversation goes, you have me. That means you’ll always have a home, a safe space, and someone who loves you just as you are. I won’t let you drown, Regulus.”
Regulus gave a slight nod of his head, leaned in and pressed their lips together in a chaste kiss. “I know, Jamie. I love you.”
Regulus wasn’t sure how the conversation with his parents would go, although he had some ideas, but he knew he would always have a place with James Potter and that was enough to calm his nerves for the night.
Prompt: Heels (@into-the-jeggyverse) | Pairing: Jegulus | Word Count: 862
The sound of Regulus’ feet hitting the ground echoed throughout the castle as he ran down the seventh floor corridor. James was hot on his heels, calling out his name as he tried to catch up. It was almost embarrassing how fast James was in comparison to Regulus. As he ran, Regulus reminded himself that he should probably take a few extra laps around the pitch and work on his speed and stamina. He was already out of breath by time James caught up, grabbing him by the forearm and turning him around.
“Reg, let me..” James caught his breath. “Explain. Please.”
As Regulus tried to steady his own breathing, he shook his head. “There’s nothing to explain, Potter.” He took a step back from James, releasing his arm from his grip.
“You saw my mark and you freaked out. I should’ve told you about it but I was terrified you would act this way, especially when it first appeared.” On their seventeenth birthday wixen received soulmarks on their skin. The marks appeared in a random place, but always had something to do with your soulmate. Last year on James’ birthday his appeared right underneath his collarbone. The Leo constellation. Today, a month before Regulus’ seventeenth birthday, the Slytherin had accidentally seen it when James shirt lowered a little bit too far.
“James Potter, terrified of me?” Regulus scoffed and took another step back. “Don’t manipulate the situation any more than you already have. You had no interest in me before. You got your mark and all of a sudden you were everywhere. I asked if you had an ulterior motive and you said no! I trusted you… I mean not at first but.. after awhile, I trusted you.”
Prompt: Dare (@into-the-jeggyverse) | Pairing: Jegulus | Word Count: 607
There weren’t many rules involved when playing Truth or Dare, but one of rules Regulus and his friends abided by was that dares involving people not involved in their game had to be completed with in the week. Regulus had been sitting on his dare for a week, and today was the day he would have to complete by dare or face the consequences.
It wasn’t as if the dare was particularly difficult. ‘Kiss James Potter…’ That part was easy considering they were dating and had snogged countless times. It was when Barty added the ‘in front of Sirius’ part that the dare became more difficult to carry out.
Sirius was blissfully unaware his best friend was sneaking around with his little brother. While James was ready to tell Sirius, Regulus was too fearful. Things between the Black brothers weren’t the best. They barely spoke to each other in the last year, although sometimes they held staring contests. Regulus would look at Sirius, catch his eye, and they would just stare until one of them looked away. James told Regulus that Sirius loved him and wanted to talk to him, but Regulus didn’t believe that. No matter how many staring contests they held, it would never replace the look of disappointment and disgust Sirius’ directed at him the night he left.
“Time’s ticking.” Barty reminded Regulus with an amused grin. “You should’ve told pretty boy.”
“I’m aware.” On both accounts. Regulus didn’t tell James of the dare because he was hoping it would somehow go away. But like most of his problems he couldn’t avoid them in hopes that thing would just fade until they no longer existed. “I’m going.”
“You’re doing it now?” his friend snorted, looking around the Great Hall as Regulus got up from the Slytherin table. “I said in front of Black, not the entire school, but by all means. I’ll enjoy the show.” Leave it to Regulus to be overdramatic and cause a scene. The Blacks were famous for it; either do it up big or do nothing at all.
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Prompt: Call (@into-the-jeggyverse) | Pairing: Jegulus | Word Count: 716
Regulus was awoken from his sleep when he felt the dip in the bed, a familiar weight settling on top of him as a pair of arms circled around his waist while the intruder’s head rested against his bare chest. James hair tickled against his skin, causing Regulus to scrunch up his nose. He didn’t respond in words, instead he lifted his hand and carded his lithe fingers through the mess, a hum sounding from him as James attempted to snuggle closer.
“I tried to call.” the older male murmured. “Went to voicemail.”
There was a pause before Regulus spoke, his tone was sleepy and just a little scratchy. He turned his head to glance at the clock on his nightstand. It was almost 4 in the morning. “Oh, yeah. I blocked you.”
“Figured that was the case. I’m sorry I couldn’t stay away.” He sounded both sincere and pained by the fact. Regulus felt a pang in his chest, closing his eyes tighter and willing himself to disappear. He hated hurting James, but he hoped that James would be on the mend after two weeks of no contact. It seemed that hadn’t been the case.
James turned his head to press a kiss against Regulus’ chest, right over his heart. Regulus did his best not to swoon, his heart now hammering in his chest as his stomach fluttered pleasantly. “Let’s talk about this, Reg. *Please*.” There was a hint of desperation in his tone.
Regulus didn’t bother to correct him on the nickname; he’ll let James have this one. He opened his eyes, it was too dark in the room to make out James’ features but Regulus’ already had them burned to memory. He brushed James’ hair back from his forehead. “There’s nothing to discuss. We said no feelings.”
“But then we fucked up and caught feelings. Now let’s be adults and talk about it.”
Prompt: Invite (@into-the-jeggyverse) | Pairing: Jegulus | Word Count: 479
“Are you sure you gave Reg the invite, Padfoot?” James looked at his best friend accusingly. It wouldn’t be the first time Sirius said he would do something and forgot. He had been watching the front door to his home like a hawk, waiting for Regulus to walk through it at any given moment. James wanted to be the first one to greet him so he could steal him away for the rest of the night.
Sirius looked thoughtful, as if recalling the scene in his mind. He sipped on his glass of champagne before answering. “We were saying goodbye on the train—10 out of 10 for awkwardness, mind you… asked if he wanted to sit with us… declined, of course… Crouch said something sarcastic, almost hexed him… Regulus snatched the invitation and then pushed me out the compartment.”
“Maybe he’s not coming.” Peter offered as he and Remus joined the pair, Peter with a glass of champagne in his hand and Remus with a cup of hot chocolate in his. “The Tonks’ have already showed up.” Regulus had been staying with Andromeda and Ted since he ran away this past summer.
“He’ll come.” Remus insisted. “He said so in his letter.”
“You’ve been writing my brother?” Sirius asked at the same time “Has he mentioned me!?” ungracefully fell from James’ lips. “What did he say?”
Prompt: Under (@into-the-jeggyverse) | Pairing: Jegulus | Word Count: 536
“Prongsie, I’m telling you, the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else.” Sirius declared, his eyes watching the toaster as he waited for his breakfast to pop up. Sirius didn’t like toast that much, but he was oddly fascinated by the muggle appliance Remus swore by.
Regulus peered over at James from the top of his teacup, sending him a quizzical glare. James seemed to have read his mind, shrugging and swallowing the food in his mouth before asking the question they both wanted an answer to. “What are you talking about, Pads?”
“Gid. You’ve been a mess over him since the breakup.” Sirius looked over at his brothers, who were occupying the breakfast nook, just in time to see Regulus roll his eyes at the mention of James’ ex before sipping his tea.
James leaned back in his chair, a mischievous look taking over his features. “I have? I think I’ve been doing just fine. Better than fine, really.”
Despite his brother questioning his very secret and newly claimed boyfriend, Regulus found amusement in this situation. “Didn’t you break up four months ago?” he feigned ignorance.
“They did, and James has been in ruins since. He’s been withdrawing, canceling plans, I showed up to his flat the other night and he wouldn’t let me in because he was crying and said I couldn’t see him like this. Me! His best friend! Couldn’t see him crying! I’ve seen his cock for fucks sake. I know about the mole underneath his bal—”
“I told you my plant died and I was conducting a funeral!” James cut Sirius off before he could go into more details about his mole placements. Those were for Regulus to find on his own, thank you very much. Regulus was doing his best to stifle his laughter, only to let a few chuckles slip when James nudged his shin underneath the table with his sock clad feet.
“You didn’t let me pay my respects.”
“It was a private ceremony.”
“I’m your best friend!” His tone went up two octaves before lowering. “How do you have a funeral for a plant, anyway? Isn’t it already buried?” Sirius soon found himself looking away from the table as the toaster popped, signaling his food was finished. He grabbed the toast with his hands, hissing when he burnt the tips of his fingers.
Regulus set his cup of earl grey on the table. “You’re getting off topic. Potter, it’s alright to be sad over a failed relationship. But I think Sirius might be on to something; the best way to get over someone is to get underneath someone else.”
James tilted his head curiously, a small smile forming on his lips. “Oh yeah? Gonna help me test that theory, Reg?” he challenged, now leaning forward in his chair.
“I just might.” Regulus murmured, glancing over at his brother to see his back turned to them. He looked back at James, the both of them leaning in until their lips met in a chaste kiss. At the same time, Sirius turned away from the counter to face them, the piece of toast in his hand dropping to the floor as he shrieked.
Prompt: Coffee | Pairing: Jegulus [ft. Wolfstar] (@into-the-jeggyverse) | Word Count: 584
“How do you do that?” Regulus asked one Saturday morning, closing the book in his hand and setting it on his lap. He had read the same paragraph at least six times, his grey eyes always moving from the ink on the page to curiously glance over at his brother. Sirius was sitting on the couch across from him, his legs stretched out with his feet on the coffee table. His boyfriend was taking up space on the rest of the couch, with his head in Sirius’ lap while Sirius’ fingers absentmindedly carded through his sandy hair. There was a large, knitted blanket thrown over Remus to keep him warm.
“Do what?” Sirius looked up from the muggle TV that was airing a rerun of Star Wars. The volume on the television was muted as to not blend in with the Bowie record they had on. It was a typical weekend morning, only it was the day of the full and Sirius was committed to making sure Remus was as relaxed and rested as possible because tonight wouldn’t be as sweet.
“Love so freely.”
“Is this a trick question?” Sirius voice took on a teasing tone before he coughed underneath the glare Regulus sent him. “It’s Remus, I’ve always… at first it was hard opening up and trusting and letting myself believe I deserved to be loved. He was patient while I got my shit together, and I was patient while he got his shit together. We already had so much trust between us…and yeah, I majorly fucked it up once. But he forgave me and we worked through it. Once we worked out the kinks it was kind of natural. I wouldn’t be able to love anyone else like this. It’s like…” Sirius paused, tongue sweeping over his lower lip as he thought of the right phrase to use.
“Breathing?” Regulus questioned.
“Yeah.” He sighed out, looking down at his partner with a soft smile. “Loving Remus feels as natural as breathing.”
Just before Sirius could question why his brother was getting philosophical before eleven in the morning, the front door of the flat opened and James noisily bounced into the living room. Regulus’ heart soared. He was carrying a tray with their usual drink orders, a mix of tea and coffee, along with a bag filled with their favorite sandwiches and pastries. “That new bookstore down the street just opened, so the café was packed and understaffed. I think I waited at least thirty minutes just to order. I got a flyer, though, Reg. I know it’s muggle but we sho—”
“I love you.” Regulus rudely interrupted, but there was a nervous smile on his face as he said those words for the first time. James’ hazel eyes went comically wide, the drinks in his hands dropped to the floor and splattered against the hardwood. The sound enough to startle Remus awake, and even if it wasn’t, Sirius’ dramatic yell of “NOOOOO! My coffee!” was enough to do the job.
Unbothered by the mess, James dropped the bag of food on the table and reached for Regulus’s hands, pulling him up from the couch and into his arms. He resisted the urge to spin him around, and instead settled for peppering kisses on his boyfriend’s lips between words. “You love me? Cause I love you. A lot.”
Regulus’ nervous smile turned into something more confident as he returned each kiss with his own. “I know. I love you so much, Jamie.”
Prompt: Eerie | Pairing: Jegulus (@into-the-jeggyverse) | Word Count: 529
When Regulus returned home from his shift at St. Mungo’s, he expected to be met with controlled chaos. Harry’s toys all over the sitting room floor, Peppa Pig playing loudly on the muggle TV and mixing in with the Hamilton soundtrack coming from the kitchen (because it was James’ night to cook and he couldn’t do it without music). Instead he was met with an eerie silence, walking through the house wondering if anyone was actually home. He didn’t even step on a Lego as he made his way into the sitting room. “Haz? Jamie?” The TV was off, the room was oddly clean. Even Harry’s fingerpaints from this morning were cleaned up and his artwork most likely hung up on their fridge.
The Healer turned on his heel, leaving the sitting room and making his way to the kitchen. Much like the previous room, the kitchen was entirely clean. James rarely cleaned up right after he cooked, so the kitchen was always a mess when the professional Quidditch player put it to use. Regulus was just about to leave the room and head for the bedrooms next, when a vase of flowers sitting there on the counter caught his eye. A dozen red roses, a classic, but also his favorite flower. A smile formed on his lips as he picked up the card in front of them addressed to Regulus. It was simple a ‘Happy Anniversary, love. Yours always, James’. He scrunched up his nose in confusion because it wasn’t their anniversary.
Before Regulus could think much of it, he heard a set of footsteps followed by a pair of arms wrapping around his middle. He leaned back into his husband’s warm embrace, setting the card he was holding down on the counter. “The flowers are beautiful, Jamie, but it’s not our anniversary for another three months.”
James kissed the side of Regulus’ neck, lips lingering as he spoke into the other’s smooth skin. “You agreed to go out with me exactly five years ago today. It’s an anniversary worth celebrating.”
“Wow, can’t believe I forgot especially when we celebrate it every year.” They didn’t, obviously. His tone was laced with a teasing sarcasm only Regulus could pull off. Regulus had no recollection of the day he finally agreed to go on a date with James, but he didn’t doubt the other knew the exact date. What Regulus did remember of that day, James had been so elated, when he left, he walked right into a light pole, the impact enough to break his glasses.
“Don’t worry about it.” James replied cheekily as Regulus tilted his head to press their lips together in a series of soft kisses. “You have me to remind you.” When James finally released his hold on Regulus, he turned so they were facing each other. Regulus reached for James’s hands to hold. “Haz is with Lils for the weekend, I set up a romantic candlelit dinner in the garden. Will you join me, Mr. Potter?”
The corners of Regulus’ lips upturned into a bright smile. “I would love to, Mr. Potter.” He leaned up and pressed their lips together in a chaste kiss.
Prompt: Pounce | Pairing: Jegulus (@into-the-jeggyverse) | Word Count: 946 Warnings: Light sexual undertones. Casual mentions of blood because Reg is a vampire and James makes him thirsty.
“I want him.” Regulus’ tone left no room for argument, his grip tightening around his glass of old fashioned. His eyes were dark but glowing red, determined as he looked across the club admiring the most beautiful man he had seen in centuries. Said man was in the middle of the dance floor, drink in his hand as a blonde woman pressed up against him with minimal space between, his head was tilted back in a laugh over something she had said. Regulus couldn’t hear the sound, but surely it was just as beautiful as he was. An image conjured up in his mind of the stranger beneath him, Regulus’ mouth nestled near the column of his throat before his sharp fangs pierced through tan skin and the first taste of syrupy copper exploded on his tongue. He would sound so fucking pretty, and Regulus would be so full, so satisfied, as he feasted on his prey.
“Down, kitten.” His best friend smirked, gulping down his own drink; a vodka something. “You look like you’re gonna pounce. As much as I’d enjoy the show this isn’t the place for that.”
Even if it pained him, Regulus had to agree with Barty. They had chosen a human club to visit tonight, deciding to step out of their usual supernatural social rings in an attempt to be “adventurous”. Regulus wasn’t supposed to find his next meal, tonight was just meant for casual fun. There were a lot of human/vampire hangouts where humans willingly let vampires feed on them and this place wasn’t one of them. In fact, his older brother owned one of the oldest and most popular clubs for feeding (and more), Regulus usually ventured there because he was given special treatment from the patrons and the staff. As much as he pretended he didn’t like the attention, he loved being spoiled and given special treatment when he was in the mood for it.
With a disappointed sigh, he sipped his drink but kept his eyes on his prey. Every time he moved, the bright lights flashing over him, it was as if Regulus was noticing some new physical attribute. He was tall, had dark messy hair, and wore glasses. Hot. “I won’t pounce, Barty. I’ll just casually stroll over there.”
Barty gave him a side eye as if he didn’t believe him. Regulus wasn’t the type to be attracted to someone at first glance, but he also wasn’t the most subtle person. He was blunt and straight forward and this wasn’t the best place for that. Most people didn’t take too kindly to vampires even if they openly walked among humans and shared spaces. “And then…?”
“I’ll get close enough to smell his blood.” There were too many scents in here, most of them not pleasant, for Regulus to make out the scent of the guy who made his fangs ache with desire.
“Annnnnd then….?”
“If he smells disgusting, I’ll walk away. But if he doesn’t…..” and Regulus had a strong feeling that he wouldn’t. “I ask him to dance, flirt a little. The bathroom of the club didn’t look that disgusting.”
Barty almost spit out his drink. “You—the biggest prude I know—are going to—in the bathroom of a club?”
Regulus hit the other’s bare arm with the back of his hand in offense, Barty’s face scrunching up as he rubbed the back of his arm. Regulus may have small hands, but the sharpness of the blow stung. “Sirius always says—”
“Stop right there. The last time you quoted something from your brother you decided to go skydiving even though you’re scared of heights.”
“It was for the experience.”
“You clung to Remus for ten minutes crying and hyperventilating, and then had him tell the instructor he was the one who was scared so you both wouldn’t be diving.”
“He took one for the team.” A huff left the vampire while Barty looked smug to have made his point. It was quiet for a few moments, Barty ordering a new drink and Regulus scanning the crowd for the beautiful guy in glasses, somehow he had lost him. “Fuck, Barty. He’s gone.” His nose twitched just as Barty’s new drink was set down on the bar top. It smelt sweet and alluring, flowery in a way he couldn’t pinpoint, and almost intoxicating as he leaned in to try and get a whiff of more but was left disappointed when he realized it wasn’t coming from the drink placed on the bar. Before Regulus could blink, he was elbowed into his ribs.
“Ow, what the bloody h—” But he stopped speaking, feeling a warmth behind him as he turned. Oh—not only was he met with the beautiful man from the dance floor, but also that sweet intoxicating scent. He almost leaned in just so he could get a whiff, but decided that was weird at the last moment.
“Hi!” the glasses guy looked sheepish, running his fingers through his already messy and lightly damped hair. It was all very endearing, Regulus breathed in and allowed the human’s scent to cloud his senses; it felt like he was floating. “I’m James. I noticed you watching me, thought you might want a closer view.”
Regulus was momentarily stunned. No amount of time spent on this Earth—463 years—could have prepared him for this moment.
“Oh trust me, he bloody well does.” Barty answered with a laugh, almost knocking Regulus off the barstool and right into James.
Prompt: Persist | Pairing: Jegulus (@into-the-jeggyverse) | Word Count: 1008
“What do you want now, Potter? I’m trying to practice.” Regulus snarled once his broom came to a halt in front of the Gryffindor stands. James Potter stood there, leaning against the barrier, his hazel eyes focused on Regulus. Despite being hidden behind a pair of circular glasses, Regulus could make out the mischievous glint in them. Slytherin Quidditch practice had ended almost thirty minutes ago, but Regulus noticed the Gryffindor team’s captain watching them—him—for the last hour.
“Don’t let me stop you, Reggie. I’m enjoying the view.” A bright smile formed on James lips with every word that he spoke. Regulus swallowed and glanced away. James Potter’s smiles were bloody dangerous because they always left Regulus feeling weird. He didn’t even correct him for the ungodly nickname.
“The team is gone, I’m sure you’ve memorized our plays. You were here last practice too.” Slowly, he lifted his head and allowed his eyes to fall back onto James. His grip tightened on the golden snitch that was captured in his fist. “I’d like to finish out my practice in peace.”
“You noticed me?” The Gryffindor’s hand went into his dark hair, causing it to become messier as he pushed his dark locks from his forehead, ruffling his hair. Eventually his hand found the back of his neck. Regulus noticed this was one of James habits. “You didn’t tell Vanity.”
“Whether you have insights to our plays or not, Gryffindor isn’t going to beat us. You’ve lost the last two matches against us. Your Seeker is shit, I commend taking a chance on a third year but surely there were better options?” Before Regulus could go on to critic the Gryffindor team further, James breathed out a laugh. Regulus heart skipped a beat.
“I don’t care about your plays. I’m not watching your team, I’m watching you.” And another beat.
Despite the current state of his heart, Regulus rolled his eyes. “You watch me all the time. At meals, in the corridor, in the library, during our rounds.” Which Regulus suspected James had paired them together on purpose. “You even walked in on me in the prefects’ bathroom.” A memory that still made Regulus blush.
A look of offense formed on James’ face. “I told you that was an accident!”
“Uh huh.” Regulus waved him off. “What are you and my brother up to, Potter? Why must you persist in asking me out every chance you get when I’m not interested? Is this a kink of yours?”
“Padfoot has nothing to do with this. I keep asking you out because I fancy you, and you haven’t accepted my offer for a date yet.” And maybe he did like the chase—Regulus didn’t have to know that part. James was confident the younger would accept his offer for a date sooner or later. In his mind he and Regulus would be great together, he described it once to Remus that they were like yin and yang. It just made sense. Plus, for Regulus to notice James looking at him all those times, he had to be staring back. That meant something.
Regulus wasn’t quite sure he believed Potter. He never showed interest in him before the end of Regulus fifth year, and even then it was James observing him before waving when he noticed Regulus looking back at him. Surely Sirius put him up to this; a new Marauders prank. There was no way someone as bright, fit, popular, so loved and bloody perfect as James Potter would ask out Regulus Black. They were too opposite. It would never work. The only things they had in common were Quidditch, and the fact that Sirius was their brother. Although, Sirius didn’t like Regulus much these days so maybe he would scratch the last one out. Regulus had spent a lot of sleepless nights overthinking this.
“I’m serious about this, Regulus. I want at least one chance, just one date to prove to you that we could work. You might even learn to fancy me!” There was some form of hope in James eyes, he leaned in on the railing. “One date, and if you’re not into it by the end I’ll leave you alone.”
The Slytherin didn’t need time to think before he was declining James’ offer once again. “I don’t want to go out with you, Potter.”
“Regulus—please.” He almost sounded desperate, and Regulus felt himself start to fold just a little bit. He blamed the weakened state of his heart along with James Potter’s stupid smile and messy hair. “Hogsmeade is this weekend. We would have so much fun! Butterbeers, Zonko’s, Scrivenshaft got in new quills, you told Rosier you needed a new set.”
Regulus was just about to open his mouth and make a comment about how James had no right to listen in to his private conversations, when James’ eyes sparkled with mischief and his face broke out into a brightest grin. “How about this. I’ll play you for it.”
“Excuse me?”
James motioned to the golden snitch that was still nestled in Regulus’ closed fist. “First one to catch the snitch wins. If I win you go on a date with me and if you win I’ll never ask you out again.”
It was the sixth year’s turn to let out a laugh. Regulus was the best seeker currently on a Hogwarts team, and James only played seeker once in his Hogwarts career, two years ago when the Gryffindor seeker had gotten ill and he had to fill in. James caught the snitch, and it was a bit impressive, but that game was against Ravenclaw and their team wasn’t up to par that year. There was no way James would be able to catch the snitch before him. Accepting this offer was an easy out. “You got a deal, Potter.” Before Regulus could finish his sentence, James was already summoning his broom.
(And if Regulus decided last minute to let James catch the snitch and win, that is nobody’s business but his own.)
Prompt: Suspect | Pairing: Jegulus | Word Count: 1079
Before he had time to reach for his wand, Regulus was grabbed by the wrist and pulled into an open door. He let out a loud, displeased sound of protest that went ignored. The rest of the students in the hallway, if they noticed the disruption, didn’t say anything of it. The door shut behind him with a loud ungraceful slam. Regulus stumbled back in the tightly enclosed space, narrowly hitting his head onto the wall. His heart stuttered in the confines of his chest, but not out of fear, more so because of the person who had just pulled him in. The offender lit his wand, causing the room to illuminate and Regulus to get a decent view of the only person allowed—and stupid enough—to handle him so recklessly.
“A broom closet, really?” Regulus scowled, his arms crossing over his chest as James flashed one of his signature grins. “Since when have we become a cliché?”
“Baby, we’ve always been a cliché.” James insisted, his grin only growing wider. Finding creative ways to be with Regulus outside of their early morning Quidditch meet ups, late night Astronomy Tower dates when classes weren’t in session, and weekly Sunday evening supper in the Hogwarts kitchens, was the highlight of his day. He was satisfied with his relationship with Regulus, but it would be a lie to say he didn’t want more. Sneaking around could only sustain someone like James for so long. He was bursting at the seams, ready to announce his relationship to the entire castle so he can rant and rave about the boy he loves. But he couldn’t, and so he was doing his best to be patient. Probably why Regulus humored him and his antics for so long.
The sixth year’s lips pursed to the side, his nose scrunched just the tiniest bit in a way that made James swoon from how cute he looked. “I don’t remember signing up for that.”
“Not my problem you skipped over the full terms and conditions.” The Gryffindor’s shoulders rolled into a shrug, grin dropping just a little bit as he casted a quick nox and lowered his wand. They were engulfed in darkness again. Before Regulus could speak, he felt himself being turned around. “Don’t distract me, Reggie. There’s a reason I’m here. You’re under arrest.” The tip of James wand was being pressed into the small of his back, but Regulus was moreso stuck on the words that fell from James lips. He always managed to catch him off guard. Regulus loved it. He assumed this was another one of James roleplaying games, that Regulus voluntarily played along with.
“More like under duress.” Regulus murmured under his breath before humoring James. “Are you going to tell me the charges or read my rights? You do know I have the right to a fair trial in front of the Wizengamont, and I should be able to owl my family lawyer before answering any of your questions. If you arrest me you’re going to have a lot of paperwork. You already hate writing essays. I saw you trying to bribe Lupin to write your Charms essay the other day.”
James let out a sound between a whine and a scoff. “Don’t get technical on me, baby. You’re overthinking it.”
“Sorry, sorry… carry on.” Regulus raised his hands in surrender, glad that James couldn’t see the smirk on his face. Maybe he enjoyed these roleplay games just as much as the Chaser did, mostly because Regulus liked to test his limits.
“Your crimes are as followed: On the morning of February second, you sleepily walked into the Great Hall, sat down with your friends, prepared a cup of tea and proceeded to seek me out. We made eye contact for a solid two—no no—three minutes before you winked, causing me to lose my mind and flail, knocking Moony’s hot chocolate all over table… but mostly all over Wormtail. And you had the audacity to laugh about it—all while looking cute—”
Regulus almost laughed right then and there at the reminder of what transpired that morning at breakfast. He was able to keep his composure, however. Thankfully James couldn’t see the way his grey eyes twinkled in amusement. “I think you have the wrong guy. I did no such thing.”
“Are you not Regulus Arcturus Black? You’re the prime suspect.” The only suspect really, but details.
“Where’s your proof? You can’t make an arrest without proof—”
“Regulus…” James lowered his wand, removing the point from Regulus back and tucking it into the pocket of his robes.
“Auror Potter.”
“I was there this morning. You know I’m weak for your sleepy look and you used it against me. The wink was just cruel. Appreciated—but cruel.”
“If I am guilty of anything, it would be my greatest crime: stealing your heart.” Even as the words left Regulus’ mouth he felt himself cringe at the cheesiness of it all. Was this a side effect of being in love? Spewing cheesy—but truthful—statements at your partner.
James’ released a soft laugh, butterflies fluttered around in Regulus stomach at the sound. He placed his hands on Regulus’ waist and turned him around so that they were facing each other. There wasn’t much they could make out in the dark, but James had Regulus profile memorized. He pressed his forehead against Regulus’ as he leaned down, faintly brushing their lips together. “Who’s being cliché now?”
“Don’t break script, Auror Potter. You haven’t handed out my punishment.”
“Tonight. Astronomy Tower. You’ll get your punishment.” James pressed a firm kiss to Regulus lips this time before releasing him and pulling back. As much as he didn’t want to separate from Regulus, he couldn’t afford to be late enough to get a detention, not when they had plans for the night. “Pretty sure we’re late for class.”
This time it was Regulus who pulled out his wand to light the closet. Using his other hand to smooth out the front of James uniform and then straighten his tie. When Regulus was satisfied, he looked up to meet the Gryffindor’s hazel eyes. Regulus smiled fondly. “James… soon, okay? We’ll tell everyone.”
“No more hiding?” James didn’t do much to hide the excited hopefulness from his tone.
“No more hiding.” And Regulus meant that, leaning up meet James lips in a chaste kiss. They could afford to be a few more minutes late.
Prompt: Concern | Pairing: Jegulus | Word Count: 437
“I’m sorry—what?” Regulus’ warm breath batted against James’ neck as he spoke, pulling away with furrowed brows as his tongue swept over his swollen pink lips. He almost smiled, seeing the older male laying on the couch beneath him with his already unruly hair splayed against the medium grey fabric, glasses askew, hazel eyes dark and half-lidded, lips glistening with saliva, and deep blooms of color decorating his neck. It was hard to catch Regulus off guard but this question did. He wondered if he had misheard because who in their right mind would try to make casual conversation at a time like this?
James didn’t miss a beat, his large hands resting on both sides of Regulus’ thin waist, thumbs sliding up the fabric of his shirt to touch his bare skin. “What do you like to do in your spare time?” he repeated the question, as if it was perfectly normal to ask in the middle of snogging your best friend’s little brother. There was a look in James’ eyes that Regulus couldn’t quite read—genuine curiosity about the person he’s been getting intimate with for the last couple weeks or was it something softer—fondness, perhaps?
“Besides you?” Regulus shot back with a sigh, the confused look replaced by something more annoyed as he rolled his eyes. Was he really annoyed? No. But James didn’t need to know that. They didn’t know much about each other in general, given that Regulus was only in London to spend the summer with Sirius. Sirius, whom, liked to ditch him frequently to go on impromptu dates with his boyfriend. Thankfully, his best friend stepped up to keep him entertained—there just wasn’t much room for talking when they had their tongues shoved down each other’s throat.
James’ laughed in amusement, his eyes crinkling in the corner. “Besides me.”
“What I do in my spare time is none of your concern, Potter.” The younger drawled, raising his hand to brush his fingers through James’ hair, sweeping it away from his forehead. “Now can we get back to this? You can save your elementary school ice breaker questions for later.”
Once again, James found himself laughing. There was something about Regulus Black he found so endearing. He didn’t answer back with words, instead his hand found the back of Regulus’ neck and James drew him back in, their lips meeting in a heated kiss. There would be time for ice breaker questions later; they still had three weeks of summer to get through and James didn’t plan on letting Regulus leave without going on an actual date.
