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proposition - september 5th - jegulus microfic - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 287 - trans!regulus

Regulus stared into the mirror, picking and pulling at the hem of his t-shirt, fighting back the nausea that crested through his body.

It was all wrong. The way his binder pinched at his skin, the way his shirt showed curves he wished he could magic from his hips, the way his face was free of stubble or shadow. Groaning, he leaned forward, trying to clear his brain of the self-hatred that flowed through him freely.

"Reg?"

James moved behind him, a hand hovering by his waist, waiting to touch him until he gave a tired nod. James was used to this by now. He knew to ask for permission to touch. But the fact that James knew made him feel worse, for some reason. Like he was a burden.

Until the other man spoke. "You look so handsome tonight, baby," he said, whispering from behind him, his chin resting on his shoulder, voice in his ear.

Regulus's eyes widened at the compliment, tears making them prickle. "You think so?"

"Always."

He turned, sinking into his boyfriend's arms. "It's a bad day today," he murmured, his voice muffled as he pressed his face into James's shirt. He knew it was unnecessary to say so, that James could recognize the signs of his dysphoria from a mile off, but he still felt the need to acknowledge it.

But James just pressed a kiss to his head. "I have a proposition for you," he said gently. "How about we stay in tonight? Pop in a movie and cuddle on the couch. I'm a bit too tired to go out. Is that okay?"

And as relief flooded through him, Regulus nodded, knowing this was for his benefit, and beyond thankful.

proposition - september 5th - jegulus microfic - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 287 - trans!regulus

Regulus stared into the mirror, picking and pulling at the hem of his t-shirt, fighting back the nausea that crested through his body.

It was all wrong. The way his binder pinched at his skin, the way his shirt showed curves he wished he could magic from his hips, the way his face was free of stubble or shadow. Groaning, he leaned forward, trying to clear his brain of the self-hatred that flowed through him freely.

"Reg?"

James moved behind him, a hand hovering by his waist, waiting to touch him until he gave a tired nod. James was used to this by now. He knew to ask for permission to touch. But the fact that James knew made him feel worse, for some reason. Like he was a burden.

Until the other man spoke. "You look so handsome tonight, baby," he said, whispering from behind him, his chin resting on his shoulder, voice in his ear.

Regulus's eyes widened at the compliment, tears making them prickle. "You think so?"

"Always."

He turned, sinking into his boyfriend's arms. "It's a bad day today," he murmured, his voice muffled as he pressed his face into James's shirt. He knew it was unnecessary to say so, that James could recognize the signs of his dysphoria from a mile off, but he still felt the need to acknowledge it.

But James just pressed a kiss to his head. "I have a proposition for you," he said gently. "How about we stay in tonight? Pop in a movie and cuddle on the couch. I'm a bit too tired to go out. Is that okay?"

And as relief flooded through him, Regulus nodded, knowing this was for his benefit, and beyond thankful.

proposition - september 5th - jegulus microfic - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 287 - trans!regulus

Regulus stared into the mirror, picking and pulling at the hem of his t-shirt, fighting back the nausea that crested through his body.

It was all wrong. The way his binder pinched at his skin, the way his shirt showed curves he wished he could magic from his hips, the way his face was free of stubble or shadow. Groaning, he leaned forward, trying to clear his brain of the self-hatred that flowed through him freely.

"Reg?"

James moved behind him, a hand hovering by his waist, waiting to touch him until he gave a tired nod. James was used to this by now. He knew to ask for permission to touch. But the fact that James knew made him feel worse, for some reason. Like he was a burden.

Until the other man spoke. "You look so handsome tonight, baby," he said, whispering from behind him, his chin resting on his shoulder, voice in his ear.

Regulus's eyes widened at the compliment, tears making them prickle. "You think so?"

"Always."

He turned, sinking into his boyfriend's arms. "It's a bad day today," he murmured, his voice muffled as he pressed his face into James's shirt. He knew it was unnecessary to say so, that James could recognize the signs of his dysphoria from a mile off, but he still felt the need to acknowledge it.

But James just pressed a kiss to his head. "I have a proposition for you," he said gently. "How about we stay in tonight? Pop in a movie and cuddle on the couch. I'm a bit too tired to go out. Is that okay?"

And as relief flooded through him, Regulus nodded, knowing this was for his benefit, and beyond thankful.

I'm the biggest regulus kinnie

I have a 'i hate u all' face, I like man who are kind of dumb and sporty, I want to drown in a lake, my family is disfuntional and I'm probably autistic

Also I'm probably gonna die young

IMAGINE

Regulus and James adopting Harry, and teaching him both Spanish and French. Harry changes between languages to talk to either of his parents.

-

(I used google translate, sorry to the people who are fluent.)

Harry talking to James: “¡Papá, quiero ir al mundo muggle y conseguir legos!”

Harry talking to Regulus: “Papa Regulus, pourquoi papa James t'appelle-t-il petite fille ?”

-

Harry’s language when talking to Sirius:

Harry talking to Sirius: “Then Draco tells me I shouldn’t wear yellow because it isn’t my color? Then I said, that platinum blond don’t fit you either.”

*Harry also having hot pink sunglasses, a feather scarf, that he got from Sirius.*

Sirius nodding in agreement while painting Harry’s nails.: “You tell him baby.”

*Sirius also having the same exact outfit Harry has on.*

-

He was sunshine I was gay

It's okay, I'm mentally a silly teenage girl

Sometimes I forget that people in the marauders fandom aren’t just silly teenage girls, like wdym your husband proof read this fic for you?!?!?!?!?

Maybe if he was a little less fuckable we wouldn’t be in this mess

James: My stomach hurts

Regulus *staring at the empty ice cream container*: Did you literally just eat all of that

James: ...no?

august 4: sweet | @jegulus-microfic | word count: 151

prompts are from the August 2023 collection from the lovely jegulus microfic mod

“Moony, I seriously don’t know what it is about him, I just can’t stop thinking about him!” James exclaimed, flopping backwards onto his bed. 

James heard some shuffling then his friend’s response, “Who?”

“Regulus! He’s just so… He looked so sweet today in that black jumper,” James sighed, smiling at the mental image he’d given himself. 

Earlier, when James had seen Regulus saunter into the library, wearing that oversized jumper, he couldn’t help but stare. It’d earned him a hit over the head from Marlene, but god Regulus had looked good in that jumper.

James turned his head to peer at Remus, who hadn’t responded, and instead made eye contact with Sirius, who was curled up to Remus’ side and glaring at James.

James gulped nervously.

Sirius narrowed his eyes. “Care to explain, Prongs?” He asked dangerously. 

James got up and ran out of their dorm before Sirius finished his sentence.

august 5: pain | @jegulus-microfic | word count: 198

prompts are from the august 2023 collection from the lovely jegulus microfic mod

Regulus groaned as he woke up. A stab of pain shot through his head as he tried to sit up in bed. He crumpled back down and another sting went through his head when it hit his pillow.

He didn’t even bother opening his eyes as he called for his husband. “Jamieeee!” He coughed immediately after yelling and his throat felt like it was being burned.

Regulus dragged a blanket over his face to shield it from the light coming through the bedroom window.

He heard some shuffling then felt a light touch on his shoulder. Then came the gentle inquiry, “What’s wrong, love?” 

Knowing James was near, Regulus turned over and curled into him, wrapping his arms around his waist tightly. “M’sick,” he grumbled. 

The mere presence of James was already helping Regulus feel better but even though they’d been married for a year, he wouldn’t admit that to James.

“I can bring you some tea and a Tylenol?” James offered, stroking Regulus’ head comfortingly.

Regulus leaned into the touch and hummed. He shook his head and nestled his face into the crook of James’ neck and shoulder. “Just want you,” he mumbled.

“Anything you want, Reg.”

august 23: stomachache | @jegulus-microfic | word count: 255

Finally a Part 2 for the Game Night au!

Part 1

“PRONGS?”

Both James and Regulus’ heads snapped to look at Sirius, who had just let himself in through James’ front door. 

Sirius gaped at the pair of them and set down the six pack of drinks he was carrying.

“Since when were you friends?” He asked, narrowing his eyes suspiciously and taking out a drink for himself.

Regulus blinked innocently up at Sirius from where he and James were sat on the couch. “We just met,” he told his brother. Regulus put a hand on James’ chest. “He was just explaining how to play Blackjack.”

James’ skin tingled from where Regulus touched him and he felt his cheeks get hot. He could tell Regulus was trying to work up Sirius. 

Kudos to him because, frankly, it was working. A vein in Sirius’ temple was visibly straining and he was gripping his drink so tight his knuckles were white.

Sirius cleared his throat and asked, “James- a word in the kitchen?”

James nodded and extracted himself away from Regulus. He heard a small whine in the back of the younger man’s throat and he felt like he could have collapsed right there. As soon as Regulus’ hands weren’t touching him anymore, James felt a cold absence and longed for them to come back.

Surely having thoughts like this about your best friend’s younger brother isn’t normal, right?

He looked back at Regulus before stepping into the kitchen and his heart skipped so many beats he had a small stomachache.

Nope. That definitely wasn’t a normal feeling.

september 3: storm | @jegulus-microfic | word count: 107

James loved Regulus so much. Loved every part of him. But the part James loved the most was his eyes.

He loved the stormy grey depths and the just barely-there hints of blue mixed in. 

He loved Regulus’ thick, dark eyelashes that framed his eyes perfectly.

James adored the way Regulus’ eyes glowed after any time James said “I love you”. 

He especially loved the intensity in  Regulus’ gaze when they were tangled up in each other. 

But above it all, there was nothing in the world that could match the pure joy and love in those stormy eyes when James had knelt down on one knee.

September 4: sign | @jegulus-microfic | word count: 208

Regulus was nervous.

Today was the semi-final Quidditch match between Slytherin and Ravenclaw. Today would decide who’d be playing Gryffindor in the Championship.

Of course Regulus felt a small knot of nerves in his stomach about the match, but he knew he was the best Seeker in all of Hogwarts so he wasn’t terribly worried.

He was more nervous because this was his first match that James would be attending since they’d started dating.

Regulus knew James had a tendency for dramatics. For all he knew, James could’ve planned a song and dance. It’d already happened before, much to Regulus’ utter horror.

So when the whistle blew and the Quaffle was tossed to start the game, Regulus sped away to hover above the players on the Pitch and to see what James did this time. 

After about 2 seconds of searching, he found James. It wasn’t hard at all actually. The man was painted head-to-toe in silver and green and was over enthusiastically waving a sign in the air.

Regulus flew a little closer to read what James’ poster read. 

He groaned out loud in exasperation when he read:

DON’T HURT THAT NICE ARSE OF YOURS, REGGIE!! 

At least James didn’t do another song and dance, Regulus thought.

September 9: carry | @jegulus-microfic | word count: 190

“Jamie, pleeeease.”

“Reg…”

“I’ll break up with you if you don’t.”

“Reg!”

“James, I might die.”

James’ laugh almost bubbled over and spilled out, but he held it in stoically. Regulus would kill him for laughing at him right now.

Regulus gave James a death stare so intense others might have cried from. Not James though. James merely smiled and finally relented.

“Okay, yes, I’ll carry you for a bit,” James told his boyfriend, who had been dragging his feet through the amusement park for the last hour. 

“Finally,” Regulus groaned, hopping up on James’ back and swinging his legs to circle James’ waist.

James caught him and squeezed his thighs lightly. He loved carrying him around like this. And he knew Regulus liked to be carried. So it worked out pretty well for them.

“So which ride did you want to go on next, love?” James asked.

“The one with the snakes,” his boyfriend answered sweetly, angry tone completely evaporated now that he’d gotten his wish.

“That one’s on the other side of the park…” James said slowly.

“I know.”

God, James loved that man. Truly. Bless his soul.

September 11: abroad | @jegulus-microfic | word count: 234

James had been waiting anxiously in the airport for an hour.

Regulus was returning from a work trip abroad to Italy and he’d left James at their flat in London.

The thing was that James couldn’t see Regulus anywhere in the airport. He’d even made a special sign with his boyfriend’s face printed across it.

James missed Regulus SOFUCKINGMUCH. Like honestly, he didn’t think he’s ever missed anyone that much.

Just then, he got a text message from Regulus. In his excitement, he fumbled his password twice before unlocking his phone and reading the message that said:

omfg check behind you, jamie…

James spun around, nearly dropping his special sign, and finally laid eyes on Regulus, who was rolling his eyes and walking over to where James was.

James sprinted to Regulus and attacked with a hug so fierce that had made him drop his bags. He didn’t care. He’d missed him too much to care.

Regulus let out a soft airy laugh and hugged James back. He could feel Regulus’ hands tighten in his hair where he was grabbing at it.

James pulled back just enough to look into Regulus’ eyes. His eyes flicked down to his lips for an instant then back up to gaze into that familiar stormy blue.

“I missed you,” he whispered, cradling Regulus’ cheek gently.

“I missed you more,” Regulus sighed before capturing James’ lips with his own.

September 13: water | @jegulus-microfic | word count: 391

Regulus wanted to leave. Actually, he *needed* to leave.

Today, his whole agenda was supposed to be to finish the latest book he was reading and relax at home. And maybe grab a coffee somewhere along the way. 

Then, his idiot brother had come over, physically dragged him out of his own home, and brought him to a beach of all places.

When they arrived, Regulus spotted Sirius’ other friends already set up on the sand and frolicking around.

Sirius looked at Regulus seriously and said, “Reggie, you never get out. This can be fun for you.”

And Regulus could never say no Sirius when he talked to him like that.

So he stuffed down his pride and sat on one of the many beach towels the Marauders’ had laid down on the beach. 

After they’d bored themselves out, one of them (Regulus thinks it was McKinnon) had the bright idea to have them all go swimming.

Sirius tried to drag him to the water, much like he’d dragged him out of his house, but Regulus remained adamant about staying on land.

Eventually, his brother gave up and Regulus was sure he’d won this battle. 

Then, James Potter walked up to Regulus’ towel. He looked like a god. His chest was bare and Regulus could see the droplets of water clinging to his skin. His swim trunks clutched his thighs in a way that made Regulus suddenly envious of anyone who’d ever had the pleasure to touch them.

James plopped down next to Regulus and gazed meaningfully at him.

“Why are you not swimming?”

For whatever reason, Regulus couldn’t find it within himself to lie to the man, and he told the truth.

“I-I don’t know how…” he muttered, avoiding James’ eyes.

James’ hand grabbed Regulus’ face gently and tilted up to face his.

“I can show you,” he said earnestly. “It’s quite easy once you get the hang of it.”

Regulus hesitated. For years his worst fear in the world had been anything related to swimming. But how could he say no to James of all people?

“I guess-“

“Yes!” James blurted out, giving Regulus a quick peck on the cheek as some sort of celebration.

And that was how Regulus found himself swimming, waist held tightly by no other than James Potter.

Regulus should learn how to say no.

september 14: apple | @jegulus-microfic | word count: 81

“My star.”

“My angel on Earth.”

“My love nugget.”

“The apple of my eye.”

For the past hour, James had been tracing soft circles on Regulus’ skin and whispering sweet nothings while he thought Regulus was asleep.

He wasn’t though.

But when he’d woken up to his husband like that, Regulus couldn’t find within himself to interrupt the sweet moment.

So Regulus laid still and kept his eyes closed while James touched him so tenderly he could’ve been made of glass.

September 15: pleasure | @jegulus-microfic | word count: 145

James realized that his feelings towards Regulus probably weren’t healthy.

But he couldn’t help it.

He couldn’t help loving so aggressively and so fully that he felt he couldn’t even eat some days.

He couldn’t help it when he was blissed out from pleasure and he thought Regulus was an angel.

He couldn’t help the beats his heart skipped anytime Regulus entered the room.

He couldn’t help his hands when they wandered towards his husband, seeking for any form of touch between the two of them.

He couldn’t help it if Regulus was the first thing on his mind when he woke up and the last thought in his brain before he went to sleep.

He didn’t care if this was unhealthy. 

Because Regulus was the best thing to ever happen to James and James loved him.

James loved Regulus more than he’d ever know.

when Regulus heard Lady Gaga say “and our love is the only war worth fighting for” he fell to his knees clutching his chest