Why Do James And Regulus Kinda Remind Me Of Wall-e And Eve?

This is so sweet!

@jegulus-microfic | June 12: challenge | 1.8k

Regulus gets a date.

Regulus Black doesn’t date.

He’s notorious on campus for not taking anyone up on offers of dates, dismissing them without even really considering them. And it’s not like he doesn’t get offers; with his raven curls and storm-tinted eyes, he’s a certifiable catch.

There are rumours about it, as there always will be; that he’s secretly engaged, or that he’s sworn off dating, but no one can figure out exactly why it is that Regulus Black doesn’t date.

He’s been here three years and still hasn’t gone on a single date, to the point where it’s become a challenge for final years; the first person to take Regulus on a date wins.

It started with Barty Crouch in first year; they were sat next to each other in their Approaches to History course, mindlessly working their way through a ‘get to know your partner’ exercise when Barty blurted out the question that would come to define Regulus Black for the first time.

‘Do you want to go out sometime?’

Regulus let out a bark of laughter, only shaking his head before turning back to the sheet of paper and asking Barty for a fun fact about himself.

The two ended up attached at the hip, but they’ve both clarified that there’s nothing romantic between them; solidified when Barty started dating Evan Rosier at the start of their second year.

There were rumours about why Regulus rejected Barty; of course there were, but then it happened to Emmeline Vance, and again to Kingsley Shacklebolt, and twice is a coincidence but three times is a pattern and people started to catch onto the fact that Regulus Black didn’t date.

Once a pattern was established, people got more persistent – who would be the person to take Regulus on a date? – but the rejections persisted, all through second and third year.

There are only a handful of people left on campus who haven’t asked Regulus out, but chief among them is James Potter.

And look, it’s not like he doesn’t want to. He’s spent the past three years watching Regulus get prettier and smarter and more aloof and he wants, but there’s the small matter of Sirius Black, Regulus’ older brother and James’ best friend.

So he watches from afar as Regulus sits on the green with Evan and Dorcas, laughing at something Evan’s said, head thrown back and long line of his neck exposed. A second-year approaches the trio, twisting his hands nervously, and James knows what’s about to happen, but he watches anyway.

The second-year shuffles on his feet a bit, head down as he mumbles out what can only be a request for a date. Regulus only shakes his head, muttering yet another rejection and turning back to Dorcas, not even bothering to watch the second-year walk away.

James bites back a smile, the same way he always does when Regulus rejects someone. And it’s not like he has a chance, but it’s nice to be able to delude himself into thinking he does.

He’s drawn out of his daydreaming by a slap to the back of his head.

‘Ow, Pads, what the fuck was that for?!’ James exclaims, rubbing his head where Sirius struck.

‘You were stuck in your own world somewhere and I’m bored,’ he gripes, and James can only roll his eyes affectionately.

‘Fine, what do you want from me today?’ James asks, turning away from the younger Black to focus on his older brother instead.

‘You saw Regulus rejecting that second-year right?’ Sirius asks, shifting to sit cross-legged across from James.

‘I think we all saw that – what’s your point?’

‘Reggie still won’t tell me why he doesn’t date, so I want you to ask him out to figure out why it is that he rejects everyone,’ Sirius states, like it’s obvious, like it’s no big deal.

James freezes for a moment, trying to process the fact that Sirius has just asked James to ask Regulus out.

He’s wanted this for far too long and Sirius is just going to hand it to him, like it means nothing.

‘Shit, Pads, are you sure you don’t just want to watch me get rejected?’ James cocks an eyebrow, trying to bring some normalcy back to the situation.

‘Jaaaaaames,’ he drawls, ‘I just want to know why Reggie doesn’t date, and I’m sure he’d at least tell you his reasoning when he rejects you.’

James sighs, muttering out a hesitant ‘fine.’

‘So? When are you going to ask?’ Sirius is basically bouncing where he sits, and James knows that he’s not patient, and Sirius wants James to ask Regulus now, but shit, James has wanted to ask Regulus out for three years, and he’s never been one to half-ass things, so he’s going to do this right.

‘Give me a week, yeah?’ He turns back to his books, trying to re-focus on his essay preparation. He can feel Sirius’ eyes boring into him, but he refuses to look up.

‘Yeah, alright then, Prongs.’

And that’s the end of that.

James spends the next week planning out how best to ask Regulus on a date. He knows that Regulus doesn’t like a public spectacle, and that he spends most of his time in the library. He knows that Regulus is on the university archery team, and trains for that three days a week. He knows that Regulus likes old books and older music and loves the charity shop a ten-minute walk away from campus.

He knows all this but he doesn’t know how to ask Regulus Black out.

The days pass and James is nervous; his self-imposed deadline is fast approaching and he still doesn’t know what to do. He decides to go to From the Ground Up, figuring that caffeine will help clear his head. It’s a short walk; only ten minutes, and James needs the fresh air.

The coffee shop is a home away from home, ambient jazz playing in the background, accompanying the sounds of keyboards clacking as students work on seminar notes. James greets Pandora, the barista he’s become familiar with, before ordering his usual; a strawberry frappe with caramel syrup and whipped cream.

He zones out while Pandora makes his drink; the sounds of the machines a comforting background tune, taking his drink as she slides it across the counter and slurping shamelessly.

‘Got enough sugar there, Potter?’

And shit, there he is, and it’s too soon and James isn’t prepared. He chokes on his drink, strawberry frappe streaming out of his nose and it wasn’t supposed to go like this.

He struggles to clean himself while also holding his drink, and he’s sure there’s drool on his chin and frappe spilling out of the glass and this is a mess. He’s flustered and he can’t think straight and Regulus is right there and-

Oh.

There’s a hand on his chin and James’ brain stops.

Regulus takes the frappe, placing it on the counter before moving to wipe James’ face off, his chin still held in Regulus’ hands as he runs the napkin over his mouth and James can’t stop staring.

Regulus is treating him like he’s something special, something breakable, and the words are out before James has fully registered them.

‘Willyougoonadatewithme?’ It comes out jumbled and far too fast and there’s a flush creeping up James’ neck and this wasn’t how he wanted to ask Regulus; he wanted it to be perfect but he’s covered in strawberry frappe and he’s making such a mess-

‘Okay James, I’ll go on a date with you.’ Regulus smiles softly, and James thinks his world shifts on its axis, realigning itself to orbit around Regulus Black.

‘Oh, that’s- I mean- um, that’s- thanks.’ James is malfunctioning, splitting apart at the seams, because Regulus Black said yes.

The boy in question chuckles softly, moving the napkin away from James’ face and taking his hand instead, despite the fact that it’s covered in frappe.

‘Let’s get you cleaned up, and then we can discuss this date,’ Regulus says, guiding James to the bathroom, and James is powerless to do anything other than follow him, nodding dumbly.

It’s soft and tender and James has never been looked at like this before. He’s half-convinced that this is a fever dream, that Regulus Black would never say yes to a date with him, let alone when he’s covered in strawberry frappe.

Regulus draws his hands over to the sink, running the tap and cleaning in between his fingers with so much care that doesn’t quite know how to process.

It feels like the start of something much bigger than James could have imagined; something that will consume him whole.

He thinks he’ll let it.

‘Why did you say yes to me? You’ve got a reputation, you know, and I didn’t think you’d say yes,’ He mumbles, because Regulus said yes to him, and he can’t quite wrap his head around that.

‘Oh, I was waiting for you to ask,’ Regulus says, like it’s obvious, like it’s no big deal.

James feels too big for his skin, feels like he’s going to explode, feels too much, but Regulus is still holding his hand and looking at him like he’s the only person in the universe and James has never wanted something so badly.

‘Can I kiss you,’ he blurts out, and Regulus blooms, a blush painting his cheeks a delicate pink as a smile draws itself across his face.

‘I was waiting for you to ask that, too.’ James is a goner, helpless to do anything other than press his lips to Regulus’.

It’s not what he had in mind; they’re in a coffee shop bathroom and James is still covered in strawberry frappe but Regulus’ lips are soft and he tastes like black coffee and his hands are winding into the hair at the nape of his neck, tugging softly, and James wants to stay here forever.

They break apart and it could have been seconds or minutes or hours or days but James can only think of Regulus; his entire universe narrowed down to a focal point in Regulus Black’s eyes.

They go on their first date later that day; James follows Regulus round his favourite charity shop, and he still smells of strawberry frappe but Regulus is talking to him about the importance of sustainable fashion and he thinks it’s perfect anyway.

They tell Sirius that evening, and he threatens James and threatens Regulus but he can’t hide the grin on his face, and they both know he loves them, and is happy for them.

They hold hands on campus the next week. The rumour mill responds accordingly, asking how James Potter of all people got lucky enough to secure a date with undateable Regulus Black.

Turns out that Regulus Black does date. He was just waiting for James Potter to ask him out.

James would watch the shit out of My Little pony friendship is magic.

I feel like Barty would have so much trouble opening childproofed things, and he'd get so annoyed at them and end up just braking the stuff.

James would like her even more for that! Cause knowing Reg has such a loyal friend would make him so happy.

James thinking him and Pandora will get along but the first time she sees him she very drasticly discrabes how exactly will she kill him if he ever hurts Regulus

I can't breathe🤣🤣

It had become such a common joke between James and Sirius to give and take house points between themselves and others, that when James became Head Boy, the castle's magical ability to actually take and give points when the words are uttered became a real problem:

Twenty points went to Hufflepuff for some particularly potent weed; five points to Ravenclaw for a snide remark towards Snape; five points to Slytherin, said sarcastically for pointing out the obvious. It took a while (and some stern talking to from McG), but James had mostly gotten the habit under control.

That is until one morning, when everyone woke up to Slytherin having 500 points more than they had the previous evening, a flushed James Potter, and a particularly smug looking Regulus Black, who, on close inspection, was walking a bit funny.

How do i figure out what i am?

I need friends who are aromantic or asexual, cause i have a shitton of questions

@jegulus-microfic september 10, pottery, 150 words

“Hey love, how was your d-”

Oh.

Regulus is sitting at their kitchen table, in his hands is the mug James made in a pottery class they’d gone to a few weeks ago. James had insisted that they couldn’t see each other’s finished product until they’d been fired. He’d told Regulus it would be a fun surprise, but really it was because of the letters James had stamped into the bottom of his mug: will you marry me?

When Regulus looks up at him, it’s with tears in his eyes and a soft smile on his lips.

“I was supposed to pick them up. I was going to do a whole romantic thing with breakfast in bed.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Regulus whispers, stepping into his space and bringing his hands to James’ face. “My answer would be the same regardless.”

“Yeah?” James asks, covering Regulus’ hands with his own.

“Yes.”

Regulus is a weepy drunk.

I’m sobbing 😭😭

hc that regulus obliviated james and james spent years longing for a relationship he didn’t know who he had it with.

and every time he’d catch a glimpse of regulus his heart would skip a beat but also ache and he’d be overcome with a wave of sadness but didn’t even know why.

but as regulus was dying/getting weaker, the spell started wearing off and james got flashbacks of everything. by the time regulus took his last breath, james finally remembered everything. but it was too late.