Just As James Has Settled On The Bed While He Reads Over Sirius' Notes, There's A Knock At The Door.

Just as James has settled on the bed while he reads over Sirius' notes, there's a knock at the door.

"Reggie?" Sirius calls out, and the door opens to reveal a roud face with flushed cheeks and messy curls that almost cover the younger boy's eyes. "How many times must I tell you that if it's you at my door you don't need to knock?"

Reggie- Regulus, James remembers as he scrambles to straighted up on the bed in an attempt to look decent, glances at James.

"I just wanted to be polite." He says, voice soft. "You have a guest."

"It's just Jimmy." Sirius dismisses without missing a beat. "Don't worry about him."

James rolls his eyes at Sirius' back, shooting up and onto his feet. "James Potter!" He smiles his best smile, utterly satisfied when Regulus' blush deepens. "It's a pleasure, finally meeting you."

"Hi, James." Regulus walks into the room, holding his hand out to James with a shy smile. "I'm Regulus. I... I like your jumper."

James squeezes Regulus' hand before letting it go. "Thank you, I bought it a couple of weeks ago." There's much James could comment on when it comes to Regulus' appearance: Regulus is wearing a jumper himself, bigger than his slight frame, with fluffy socks that match its colour and a pair of light blue pants with clouds printed on them.

He's so cute.

James watches Sirius from the corner of his eye, but his friend is still distracted by the message Moony sent him that he's trying to decipher. He leans into Regulus' space, winking when he says: "I like your smile."

Regulus tries to hide it behind one of his hands, but his smile widens and his whole being brithens at the compliment. James has to fight against the urge to coo at him.

Before he can answer James, Sirius clears his throat. When James turns towards him, he finds Sirius watching him with raised eyebrows. James sheepishly moves away from Regulus, sitting back on the bed and pretenting to still be reading from the notes.

"Reggie." Sirius nods at the other boy to go to his side. "Ignore Potter, he has to study from my notes because he's an idiot."

Regulus hesitates for a second, but then he follows his brother's orders, leaning on his side when he reaches him. "What are you doing, 'rius? I'm bored."

"Replying to a wonderful, maddening individual. Take my switch, turn the playstation on, I don't care. Just sit with me, alright?"

Regulus is too delighted by his brother's words to pay attention to the way Sirius leans away so he can glare daggers at James. "I'm gonna start playing The Last of Us, then!"

"Yeah sure," Sirius hums distractedly, but he's smiling. "I'll take over once I'm done here, okay?"

"Thank you!" Regulus turns to James, gesturing towards the TV. "I get easily spooked." He admits.

James is fucked. It's as simple as that. "That's fair," he says, struggling to keep a hold of the notes. "Want me to-"

"Why don't you finish studying, Jimbo?" Sirius cuts in, eyes still stuck to his phone's screen. His voice is like ice, and James sighs in defeat. "Wouldn't want Professor Sprout to fail you, right?"

"Right..."

regulus lives on Twitter, evan loves Tumblr, barty tiktok, dorcas instagram, pandora almost doesn't use them but pinterest is her favorite

marauders era characters and what social media they would use the most

james: instagram

sirius: all of them

remus: snapchat

peter: tiktok

lily: pinterest (i know we all want her to be a tumblr girly but let’s be real… she was on pinterest)

marlene: tiktok (but specifically lesbian tiktok)

mary: tumblr

Mistakes (1/1) (jegulus)

Regulus didn't know what he was going to do. He was so worried James was going to be mad. James had never been mad for this type of thing before, but here he was looking at his 4-year-old's crayon scribbles all over James' book draft.

Regulus hadn't realized what the stack of paper was and told Harry he could grab pieces to draw on from the pile on James' desk. When he came back from getting him some water Regulus saw the printed text of the nearly-finished story covered.

"Oh no," Regulus had said when he realized. Harry pouted and when Regulus started picking things up trying to fix it, Harry knew he had done something bad but wasn't too sure what. His small face quickly filled with sadness; He didn't want his dad to be disappointed in him.

James was going to be home any minute, and sure enough Regulus heard the car pull in the driveway. There was nothing he could do, feeling himself go into a mix of protect and fight mode, he couldn't keep his expression neutral. Harry read the fear because it was all over his face and started to cry.

James walked into a very upset household. He had gone to call out his usual happy hello, but he heard his son crying and walked into the living room to see Regulus cradling him in his lap, whispering reassurances soothingly to him: "tu n'as rien fait de mal, c'est moi qui t'ai dit de l'utiliser, c'était juste une petite erreur."

"Hey..." James said tentatively.

"Okay. Listen- James it was just an accident. I'm so sorry but I told Harry to grab paper from the pile on your desk and he grabbed your manuscript instead and drew all over it, but it wasn't his fault okay I told him too, blame me." Regulus rushed out, holding Harry a little bit tighter.

James understood what was happening right away. "Love it's okay, simple mistake. That's just the draft anyway," James said walking over and kneeling down next to them. He put a hand on Harry's back.

"It's okay son, just a little mistake yeah?" James said softly. Harry turned his tear stained face to look at James and then held his arms out for James to take him into a big hug.

Regulus immediately calmed, but his eyes stayed cautious as he watched James pick up the pages Harry drew on.

"Reg, we should frame these!" James said after looking at them. "Honestly how cool that he put his art on mine and now it's this abstract." James said turning the page to see it from different angles, forever finding the bright side.

Then James turned around and grabbed the crayons, "here," he said handing the paper and crayons to Regulus. "You draw on there too, then we can all have a piece of it!" James said.

Harry was smiling from his lap now as he watched Regulus transcribe the notes from the the lullaby James and Regulus had made up for Harry.

"We will put it on the fridge for now, yes? Then get a frame on the weekend!" James explained and Harry followed him into the kitchen to watch James hang it with a "special magnet" Harry picked.

"You okay?" James asked as he saw Regulus lean in the doorway.

"Now yes, was a bit freaked out for a moment. Sorry about that..." Regulus said dropping his gaze.

"You have absolutely nothing to be sorry about." James reassured and then pressed a sweet kiss on his head.

James and Regulus as an interpretation of Orpheus and Eurydice by Catharine Adelaide Sparkes

after seeing the beautiful interpretation of Narcissus as Regulus by @/asbee_.art on instagram, I wanted to try my hand at a classical mythology paraphrase as well, and James just feels very Orpheus to me, som here we are

Let's see it (1/1) (jegulus)

Regulus was sitting surrounded by his family and friends, everyone warm and bubbly and happy. The sounds weren't too loud but the house was filled with laughter. The energy was palpable but Regulus didn't feel anything but a wonderful sense of home.

As he sat, his body remembered for him a time where he was sitting in a similar position, at a similar time, but any celebrations were clouded by disappointment and expectations so high he would waste away before he could ever meet them. A house that was so cold and callous, and the sounds were either deafening silence or screams. The fear that ruled over him in this memory crept up and up and up, until he was chocking on it.

And then he breathed. Closing his eyes he took two more steadying breaths. He opened them and looked around, taking in his present time. And then little hands were pulling at his shirt. Regulus looked down, a small smile turning up his lips.

"Papa are you okay?" Harry said with a tiny voice.

Regulus leaned down to pick his son up, already too intuitive for his own good. But Regulus held him tight and mused his messy hair, "oui mon beau, I'm okay."

"Were you remembering?" Harry asked. Regulus was proud that his son said that word finally without a stutter. It was the explanation James had given to Harry as sometimes Regulus gets pulled into a memory, and his whole body seems to return, and he often goes quite still.

"Yes darling, I was." Regulus said. "I'm okay, because I get to open my eyes and see all this love around me," he reassured. And he watched as Harry's eyes followed as he pointed around the full room. Together, they caught James watching them, and when caught decided to walk over.

"Alright?" James said crouching down and wrapping both of them in a hug.

"Yeah dad we are just looking at love, right Papa?" Harry said and then looked up at Regulus, who nodded in confirmation.

"Ahhh I see. Well there's lots to look at isn't there?" James chuckled.

Regulus leaned over to kiss James' cheek, "yes, yes there is."

james would wear these all the time unironically