Whenever James Feels The Slightest Bit Of Boredom Coming Up He Always Occupies Himself With Eating Regulus

"We were teenagers in a war and it seemed so dreadfully romantic - star crossed lovers. A Death Eater and an Order Member, heir to the Blacks and a half blood werewolf. It was never real. It couldn't be, I was in love with his brother–" Remus sighed, a long exhale of breath as he looked off into space, "I still visit his grave, sometimes. Narcissa has been there a few times. We never spoke. She was… unexpectedly respectful, from the first time she saw me there."

Someone needs to write this (please)

Remreg brainrot is just me thinking how well Remus understands Regulus' precarious situation? Remus would get BOTH sides to his struggle. And I just think about Remus, who always calls Regulus out on his bullshit but is always reasonably kind about it. This doesn't mean he's not capable of shutting Regulus down when he needs to, though. I just think Remus would get it faaaaaar more than others would.

And i think about Regulus who is so motivated to brew Remus' wolfsbane. Who waits in his animagus form for Moony to approach, to see if there's any kind of deeper awareness. And when he gets the confirmation he needs, he turns back into himself, his human self and finds a tree for them both to sit under. AND THEY SPEND THE REST OF THE NIGHT SIMPLY BASKING IN THE PEACE AND SAFETY OF EACH OTHER'S PRESENCE — Regulus with his back to the tree and Remus/Moony having their head on his lap.

And it's the first time Moony AND Remus experience softness... The kind of gentleness they've longed to deserve in that form. It's the first time Moony is touched with love and care. And to have Remus feel Reg's cool fingers brush over his wolf's body. Regulus spends the night, sporadically kissing moony-remus' snout, and the top of his head too.

When Remus turns back, it's just as painful. But when he breaks down crying it's not because of it. It's because someone, Regulus, had watched him change into the beast that's always lurked beneath his fragile hold on his humanity... And he saw, and he waited, and then he came — just as loving. That his star sat down with him, and spent the whole night lovingly petting through his fur. That at wolf form, he was treated and held so gently. Something he has never, ever, thought he'd experience. He was, in all aspects, himself, all of him at once present — a beast, a broken boy, a scared teenager, a student that yearns for a life more than what society believes he deserves. And with him, waiting, with hands that hold him so dearly, was Regulus.

No hc has ever been as important to me as trans (ftm) regulus

It is my everything

james: you’re quiet.

regulus: i’m gatekeeping my personality from you.

Me: *writes an amazing chapter*

Me: Ah yes. That is amazing. Can't wait to begin the next one. So many possibilities!

Me: *turns off my laptop and goes into a month-long depression*

selectively mute regulus because of trauma. he saw what being loud did to sirius, so he chose to stay silent, not even a whisper at night.

james who's CODA, seeing him talking in sign language with sirius as they get to the train, and going immediately to him to present himself, and just starting to ramble endlessly, hands moving as fast as lightning, sometimes even babbling from excitement.

regulus just stares at him, it's the first time someone has been that excited from just meeting him. it's so unfamiliar and an insane contrast from how he gets treated at home. it's endearing, and james doesn't stop, goes from one topic to another and asks a million questions.

it's so endearing and bizarre that regulus let's out a little laugh, and it definitely sounds weird, voice raspy and almost gone from years of not using it, but it's still a whisper of a laugh, barely there but loud enough to hear. something he hasn't done in so long he's surprised he can even manage to remember how to do it.

he stops it immediately.

james thinks it's his life mission to hear it again.

moonwater fucking and regulus can't string together a sentence anymore, but keeps murmuring "come inside, please, inside" like a prayer

Regulus Black/James Potter

Mature, no warnings

A new chapter to my ongoing work, Jegulus Adventures!

They laid in bed for only a few more minutes before they heard someone talking from outside their four poster paradise. They stayed silent until someone, Barty of course, ripped the curtain open.

“Good morning Regulus, and James– wait James? When did you get here?” Barty asked, dazed.

Before either boy responds they hear Evan yell “James? How did you get in here?” From the other bed, where Evan was sat up, staring curiously.

James laughed at both of their disbelief, “Magic”.

Regulus looked up, biting his lip, as if he was trying to hold in laughter and couldn't believe James said that, all at once.

Barty’s face deadpanned before he burst out laughing, doubled over, leaning on the edge of Regulus’ bed. Regulus grabbed a pillow from behind James, holding like he was deciding who he was going to hit with it.

Regulus stared at the pillow before shoving it in his face and laughing into it. He then threw it at Barty. Who laughed even harder and fell to the floor, clutching his stomach.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50963854/chapters/159227344

Regulus laughs against his lips, low and mocking, nails scraping along James’s jaw. “Knew you’d come running the second I called.” James doesn’t answer, just fists a hand in Regulus’s shirt and pulls him closer, swallowing whatever cruel remark he was about to make. Because that’s what this is, isn’t it? They don’t talk. They take. They ruin. Because Regulus is a sickness James can’t shake, and James is the worst kind of addiction—one that feels good enough to make you ignore how much it’s destroying you.