*Everyday When James And Regulus See Each Other In The Halls Before They Start Dating*

*Everyday when James and Regulus see each other in the halls before they start dating*

Regulus: fuck off

James: love you too

*the one day James is having a bad day*

James: fuck off

Regulus: love you too

James: *freaks out for several days*

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."

The one where Regulus knows that Remus is a werewolf

“How?” James scratches his head trying to remember if he perhaps slipped one of the nights that they shared wine or whiskey. Perhaps he talks in his sleep and Regulus failed to mention it.

“James.” Regulus rolls his eyes without looking up from his book. “You have made some weak excuse to not spend the night with me nearly every full moon for two years. I actually thought maybe it was you until I found out you're an animagus yourself. Werewolves can’t be both. Did you know?”

Regulus is sometimes too perceptive for his own good. James truly thought he was getting away with it. He figured he would have noticed if Regulus had suspicions. He’s far too skilled in his control. In keeping his secrets hidden. James would have been none the wiser had he not plainly admitted he knew about Remus’ affliction moments before.

“I did know that,” James responds. He’s impressed. And mildly annoyed that Regulus holds so much of his knowledge privately when James feels like an open book.

“I assume my brother and Peter share your ability?” Regulus asks it nonchalantly, and leaves James stunned once again. He really needs to get better at keeping secrets.

“Erm…” James fills the space with the awkward word. Regulus is enjoying seeing him squirm under the pressure of revealing all of his mate’s crimes.

“No offense, James, but if anyone is wise to the fact that any of you are an animagus, they’re going to figure out pretty quickly that you all are. Sirius calls you Prongs, for Merlin’s sake. You all call Remus Moony. Not exactly subtle nicknames.”

It’s a fair point. When they created their nicknames in fourth year, it hadn’t occurred to them that it was a tell. They were young and naive. They thought they would remain the untouchable Marauders forever. The nicknames have become so ingrained in their friendships it’s second nature to switch back and forth between their given names and the nicknames regardless of their present company. James makes a mental note to remind his mates to use caution with them moving forward.

“Does it hurt having to carry around all that information all the time?” James relents to the fact that he may never be able to keep a secret from Regulus. He’s too observant. Too clever. Regulus' lip quirks up as he continues reading his book. James knows he won’t acknowledge nor accept the compliment. He pulls his face from the book and forces him to look up at him. He kisses the forehead that contains Regulus’ brilliant mind.

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.

the black cousins

all the hidden meanings!

colors:

red is the color of sirius’ shirt, narcissa’s lips and regulus’ pocket handkerchief. red represents how they rebelled against their family (sirius ran away and was openly against their morals, narcissa lied to voldemort and basically helped defeating him w her words, regulus turned against voldemort at the last moment, dying for his cause)

narcissa and andromeda are the only ones not wearing black, and they’re the only survivors in this picture.

clothes and accessories:

andromeda is wearing a white dress that resembles a bride’s dress, because she ran away to marry ted. her and sirius’s clothes are also less restricting than regulus and narcissa’s, because unlike their younger siblings they got their freedom.

andromeda, like her cousins, is wearing silver jewelry, aside from a gold ring (her engagement ring), and with her hand she’s covering a family pendant (she chose love over her family). regulus is wearing a pin that looks like salazar’s locket.

poses and such:

andromeda isn’t looking at the camera because she was the first to “look away from her family”, and sirius is looking at her because he would soon follow in her footsteps (andy also has a hand on his shoulder to further represent her influence on him). similarly, bellatrix (who is the only one smiling) is keeping an hand on narcissa so she wouldn’t leave. narcissa has a hand clenched in a fist, covered by her left, (as a way to hide her defiance).

ok i think this is all but i’m not sure lmao xx

hope you like it ^^

regulus: *staring at monty*

james: why are you staring at my dad?

regulus: its just nice to know that you’ll age like fine wine

james:

monty: *winks at regulus*

james: DAD NO—