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kairospy · 9 months

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Sirius, concerned and fussing: ?? why are you limping, Prongs?

James, sweating: …fell from my broom

Regulus, walking by: and into my bed

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staticradiodotcom · 20 days

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His perfect lair - Jegulus

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AN: Inspired by @bowiesbuttercookie on Tiktok. I saw their video take on this and ran to write this. I love the angst that follows. Possibility of this being out of Character.

TikTok Link: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGeCLgu3K/

☆ I have not read all the young dudes ☆

Synopsis: James Potter is captured by the death eaters. After Hours of torture, they finally decide to send in Regulus Black in hopes Regulus can get information about the order.

Tags: Angst, Physical harm, Manipulation, Phycological torture, James x Regulus, Toxic relationship, Mentions of kidnapping, Mentions of druging, Gaslighting, Abuse, Smut mention.

Please let me know if i’ve forgotten anything.

Not proof read.

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The static had melted his mind. All he could feel was the all too familiar numbness as the pain continued to surge through his body. It hadn’t left when the Death Eaters had left the room. The static had made its way through his brain, invading every orifice cruley, cancelling out all other thoughts as if he was a machine without a power source.

James Potter’s glasses hung skewed upon the lower bridge of his nose. His hands tied tightly behind the frail wooden chair that they had stuck him in. The boy was too far past to remember how long it had been. it had felt like weeks. Crucio after Crucio. Curse after curse. It was enough to drive anyone insane.

The ropes had been digging into the tanned flesh of his wrists for hours, a numb ache accompanying them as his body involuntarily jolted. James’s Deep brown locks had fallen between his dark broken eyes as he stared down mindlessly. His clothing was disheveled, his mind melted. Splatters of artistically placed blood covered his once handsome face. Yet, his demeanour had remained the same. this clearly wasn’t a task. The death Eaters were equipped to handle.

That was until he came back.

The soft Thud of regulus’s boots Circled around his hostage like a snake ready to strike. His persona was cold and stoic as usual. Regulus had the sleeves on his black collared shirt rolled up, exposing the dreaded dark mark to strike extra fear.

However James Potter wasn’t scared.

Regulus Black was Divine.

James Potters chest heaved like an off beat drum, his head still hanging low as he fixated on the same spot, his gaze drilled into the floor. Regulus was contemplating. Wondering how he was going to confront his little issue.

Regulus’s movements were deliberate and Precise. A firm hand reached out, Yanking James matted locks back in one swift movement, Forcing the tortured boy to look up finally. Regulus analysed James’s face with a sharp look of displeasure. His voice reached out, enveloping james with its soothing charm.

‘What did they do to my gorgeous plaything.’

James scoffed at Regulus’s words, He was trying to remain strong. Remain resilient. Regulus continued to grip James’s hair, his touch getting rougher by the second.

‘Where is he Jamie?’

It was sharp.

As elegant as always, Regulus was straight to the point. After a moment of no response, no more than a single breath, Regulus hand flew to the side of James’s face. Striking him harshly. The Hit took James by surprise. This was a new form of pain. A new torment, devised just to get to him. James didn’t allow himself to make a noise.

Regulus turned on his heels, his touch on James halted as he paced around the room, he was exceptionally calm despite the abuse he was dishing out. The silence fell between the two, only being disrupted by the breath of the two men.

Then

A laugh.

James Potter was laughing, His bated breath struggling to allow the chuckle past his lips, yet it was still there. His charming, Broken giggle.

‘Which Death Eater are you then?’

He said finally, Regulus was taken aback. As if the tormented boy infront of him didn’t recognise him.

James didn’t have to say anymore. Regulus could read him like a book. James had assumed that one of the Death Eaters had used Polyjuice just to melt his mind further. Regulus ran an unbothered hand through his hair, considering James’s assumption before his hand reached out once again. This time Regulus Took in James’s chin, Holding it firmly as he once again forced the other man too look up at him. Their gaze meeting as James finally began to feel his pain fade away under Regulus eyes.

‘You’re not my Reggie.’

The words hit Regulus harder than expected. Regulus eyes softened as he continued to analyse the involuntary body language of his plaything.

James was right.

Regulus wasn’t the same man he was back in hogwarts, The same sweetheart Romantic he had allowed James to believe him. He had grown up. He was a black. A true Black.

‘It doesn’t matter who i am.’

Regulus spoke softly, leaning so close to james that his corse lips were barely brushing over James busted ones. James sat up, a little too eagerly as he leaned into Regulus’s touch. In James’s mind he was so close to getting his reggie back. His first love reflected in his eyes as he stared up, allowing Regulus’s sultry voice to penetrate his ears.

‘i’m here for you james.’

Regulus voice was nowhere above a whisper, a smirk tugging at his lips as he watched his little lovesick puppy bow to his command. James was nothing more than a dog, trying to avoid anymore pain by pleasing his master.

He deserved a reward.

Without a spike of hesitation, Regulus pressed James’s lips to his. Regulus instantly taking to dominate his mouth roughly as James’s walls crumbled around them. It was mere seconds before James gave in, enveloping himself in the pleasure of the passionate kiss as their tongues danced together. Regulus’s hand moved to cup the side of James’s battered face.

When Regulus decided to pull away James lips tried to chase his. Earning a low chuckle from Regulus who bit his lip, wiping the taste from his mouth with the back of his ringed hand.

‘see? I’m real.’

That was all it took for James to drop his head in defeat, His broken glasses threatening to fall of his face. Regulus had won. He needed him.

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Hours later, James potter was lead lazily in Regulus Blacks bed. The sheets draped over his abused, exposed body. The marks Regulus black had left on his plaything littered Poor James’s body. The cold of the room surrounding his Exposed chest.

Regulus let out a satisfied him, Standing once he was absolutely certain James was asleep. It was true their activity’s had exhausted him. All the begging and different positions had taken its toll on Regulus.

Anything for his good puppy.

Regulus moved back to slip his shirt on, lazily fastening up the buttons as he rolled his sleeves back up messily. Regulus allowed himself a few more minutes to make himself look presentable, leaving an icy kiss on James’s temple before he exited the room, Locking the door behind himself.

After a few gruelling minutes Regulus entered his own meeting room. Opening the door cautiously as he greeted the other Death Eaters with nothing more than a raised eyebrow. The Death eaters scanned Regulus’s disheveled appearance, all giving different reactions before the threatening silence was broken.

‘He told me everything.’

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linnea-bowiesversion · 1 year

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Jegulus/starchaser

God I love them

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liquidisedfrogs · 8 months

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CALLING ALL JEGULUS FANS

this is immeasurably important to me guys

let the games begin

#marauders #harry potter #james potter #jegulus #regulus black #top james potter #bottom james potter #top regulus black #bottom regulus black #the dads need to have a chance ya knwo #marauders era #tumblr polls #polls

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my-castles-crumbling · 4 months

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"That's....my shirt," James Potter murmurs as Regulus exits the bathroom, wearing only one of James's oversized Quidditch jerseys, 'Potter' scrawled across his back, hem of the shirt barely covering his arse, eyes glinting with amusement, exposed thighs drawing James's eyes instantly.

They don't get much sleep that night.

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"That....is my shirt," Regulus Black chokes as James exits the bathroom, wearing Regulus's too-small black tee-shirt with low-riding jeans, a clear three inches of skin exposed at his hips, self-assured smile on his lips, muscles in his abs rippling through the tight shirt.

They don't get much sleep that night.

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static-radio-ao3 · 2 months

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@croptopjames // frat boy james in a very tiny t-shirt proves to be quite distracting when regulus is trying to study // words: 687

Regulus is just about to consider the pros and cons of repeatedly slamming his head into the desk when the door opens.

He’s holed away in James’ room, escaping the madness of his own dorm, where Evan is frantically trying to memorize human anatomy, and the library, where Regulus’ soul vacates his body one hour at a time.

James is a willing host, although he seems to have some trouble letting Regulus study. He had to send his boyfriend on a run to get some quiet, because James can be very very distracting when he wants to be.

Thankfully, Regulus has managed to make his way through a good few chapters by the time James returns and it’s for the better because—

“Hi, sweetheart,” James pants, sweat dripping down his neck, catching on the gold chain that disappears under the collar of his shirt. “Got some studying done?”

Regulus swallows dryly. His eyes catch on the strip of skin between the hem of James’ t-shirt and shorts.

His t-shirt. His very tiny t-shirt. His t-shirt that rides up when James lifts a hand to card through his sweaty curls and reveals more tan skin. Dark hair trails down his stomach and disappears beneath the waistband of his boxers, a path Regulus is eager to track.

There is cotton in Regulus’ head, static between his ears, not a single thought behind his eyes, only a continuous loop of JamesJamesJamesJa—

“Take a picture, baby. It’ll last longer.”

Heat floods Regulus’ face. “Shut up.”

“No, I’m flattered, really.” James lifts a hand and presses it against his still-heaving chest.

“Your own boyfriend ogling you is not a flex.”

“No, but half the campus ogling me is.”

“Only half?” Regulus mocks, bottom lip jutting out in a pout. He ignores the spark of annoyance he feels; James is just trying to rile him up, he knows this. But James is very good at finding Regulus’ last nerve and picking at it until it snaps.

Admittedly, the stress of exam week leaves him slightly more irritable than he usually would be, so when he asks, “Where is the rest of your shirt, by the way?” there is a bit more bite in his tone than he intended.

James simply shrugs. “Laundry day.”

Regulus’ eye twitches.

He turns in his chair again, eyes trained on the chapter he is currently revising. It is riveting stuff, something about Alexander the Great and his conquest of Macedonia. Except, the words swim on the page, none of them registering, but Regulus refuses to give James the satisfaction of— of— well, he just refuses to give James the satisfaction.

“Sweetheart…” James murmurs, voice low and sweet, tempting Regulus into looking up again. He’s leaning against the door frame, posture relaxed but his brow furrowed. Neither of them says anything when their gazes meet.

“You really shouldn’t be allowed out of the house like this, you know. It’s obscene.” Regulus’ voice sounds rough. It is not annoyance that makes the words gravelly.

“Are you mad at me?” James crosses his arms in front of his chest, the muscles in his arms bulging a little with the movement. He tilts his head in consideration.

Regulus scoffs and a slow smile spreads across James’ face.

“Regulus, sweetheart, are you mad at me?”

“Yes!” Regulus slams his textbook shut. “Because you’re distracting me! Again!”

The corner of James' mouth twitches. He says nothing for a moment, simply regards Regulus. Then:

“Wanna get it out of your system?”

The question has barely left his lips before Regulus is shoving the chair back, not too worried about the way it topples over onto the floor. He is much too busy tugging James’ shorts down, allowing a hand to trail up up up under James’ shirt and splay possessively over his abs while he swallows his boyfriend whole.

The next time James and his very tiny t-shirt go for a run, Regulus makes sure no one gets any ideas. A hickey on the tan skin of his stomach tells everyone that they can look all they want but James Potter is a taken man.

#frat boy james you will always be famous #james in a crop top would also distract me to be fair #regulus didn't stand a chance #happy james day to those who celebrate #he's about to get his soul sucked out #everybody cheer #james potter #regulus black #jegulus #mil's microfics #mil's writing #frat boy james au

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maladaptivewriting · 1 month

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you know how when you read smut, you can instantly tell whether the author has had sex or not?

well the same thing is true for people who have or have not been a part of big friend groups, especially in their teen years

#this is about the marauders fandom #if there is no over the top drama or one person being ousted for no apparent reason then they don’t know what they’re talking about #jegulus #wolfstar #especially slytherin skittles friend groups lmfaoooo #regulus black #barty crouch jr #evan rosier

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yourgalgremlin · 2 months

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nothingtoseeherebyeexx · 1 year

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back from my slumber but deep in an art block ahahahahahakillmeahahahhaha anyway this was inspired by my james playlist <33 (he’s the typa guy to listen to face off unironically and then bust it down to shake it off you can’t change my mind)

also reg is me when i don’t have my headphones at any given time

#evan and barty are worried about reggie #but that’s nothing new #marauders #marauders era #jegulus #sunseeker #starchaser #james fleamont potter #james potter #regulus arcturus black #regulus black #barty crouch jr #evan rosier #james’ top artists would be like pitbull and justin timberlake and y’all know it

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swag696942069 · 3 months

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Barty, about to enter Evan: Here comes the airplane

Evan, mortified: Don't ever say that to me again

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kairospy · 9 months

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You can’t tell me Regulus Black wouldn’t have been a nepo baby, fuck boy, conceited and overtly smart shit if he’d grown up present day as a muggle

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blitheringmcgonagall · 5 months

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Canon James Potter on hearing his name is linked to two ships in ao3’s top 20 ships for 2023 (no 8 and no 18):

Canon James Potter on hearing the most popular of the two is him & Sirius’ Deater baby brother Reggie:

#lol I’ve nothing against Jegulus #but I think canon James would be shook 🤣🤣🤣!#he’d be all listen #I had world saving sex #of course I’m mentioned twice in the top 20 list #😏😉😇#*preening* *strutting* *fussing with his hair* *repeatedly throwing and catching a stolen snitch*#WAIT WHAT ????!!#😱😬🧐😳#regulus??? as in Reggie I joined the Deaters at 18 and had a collage of Voldy on my bedroom wall Reggie?!?#*backs slowly out of the room*#*watching Sirius’ face*#*muttering expletives and words such as what the ever living fuck #*how did this happen??*#*more importantly why did this happen?*#*you’ll have to ask him I refuse to incriminate myself*#also *WHAAAAAAAAT?!?!?!?!*#Sirius Black: YOU MEAN TO TELL ME YOU ENDED UP HAVING SEX WITH MY BABY BROTHER???? THE LESS ATTRACTIVE BLACK BROTHER??????!!!!!!!!!!#Reggie? the less good looking bro???#surely to fuck if you were going to fuck one of us it’s have to be me Merlin damn it man!!!!!#the Deaters are the Death Eaters (you had to be there #(involves the scarlet pimpernel)

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that-one-gay-from-the-gay-club · 2 months

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HI IM A LITTLE LATE I WAS AT A CONCERT HSHZHDUAAUID

@croptopjames <3 NSFW but not explicit

It's sinful, fucking sinful.

When Regulus agreed to be dragged along to this guys birthday party as part of him and his brother reconciling, this isn't how he thought it would go.

He thought it would maybe go something along the lines of he got a drink or two or three, say hi to the birthday boy, meet his brothers boyfriend and other two "best friends in the whole- the whoolle wide world reggie" he had slurred just slightly (just preparty drinks things), and then maybe, maybe if he got drunk enough, dance a bit. You know.

Most of those things did happen, to be fair. But the one thing he didn't see coming was James Fleamont Potter.

James potter, with his fucking dancing and his fucking hips and that fucking crop top. He had a waist that regulus just wanted to sink his teeth into, one that would look much better with handprint bruises, and his tattoo, that fucking tattoo, the stag antlers just barely peeking over his jeans.

Just barely, that is, until James hooks a finger in his waistband and starts swaying his hips to the beat of the music, other arm holding his bottle above his head, the head that's thrown back exposing a neck Regulus just wants to wrap his hands around and squeeze.

The worst decision he could make is walk over to him.

So he walks over to him, drink in hand (there's no way he's leaving it unattended) and smiles his most innocent smile. He looks up at James though his eyelashes, a perk of being the smallest black brother.

"And who might you be?" James grins. "No no, noono let me guess. Baby Black."

"Oh fuck that Nickname sucks, Potter" Regulus all but shudders

"Potter? Not James?" He pouts. Regulus wants to bite that lip, bite down on it and pull antil it bleeds. He wants to watch the blood run down James's chin and then lick it off.

He's so fucked. He stands up on tiptoe, so he can be right next to James's ear. He'll blame it on the music.

"James" he murmurs, low and dark and sweet all at the same time. He could have sworn James shuddered at the name.

"Regulus." James copies his tone, in his own ear, and if he sounded anything like that whilst saying James's name then he's surprised James is still upright. It makes his knees buckle for a second.

Strong arms wrap around his waist, and a slower song comes on.

"Dance with me?"

Regulus nods. Its polite, isn't it? It's rude to say no to the birthday boy. Even if, technically, it stopped being his birthday about an hour ago. The pair dance, and get far too close, and Regulus has his hands on that fucking crop top and on James's stupid little waist. It's fucking- it's not tiny, but it's not big. It's muscled. Seriously, the man is sculpted from clay or some shit.

Regulus tugs at the crop top. It reaches to a little above his belly button, and Regulus really really wants to rip it off.

"Now now honey, what are you doing that for?" Regulus blushes at the pet name, and it's almost impossible to hide because of how pale he is. James smirks, fucking smirks. Its usually something regulus Hayes, but on James it makes him want to kiss, and scratch and bite and make James his.

"Do you maybe want to go upstairs?" James asks, almost hesitantly, despite how confidently he's now murmuring in Regulus's ear and- and oh fuck, and kissing his neck.

He nods, frantically, resisting the urge to bite his lip.

"Not good enough, baby, I want to hear you say it" James says, standing up straight again, cocky smile back in place.

Regulus can play that game too. He stands on his tiptoes, wrapping his arms around James's neck and breathing in his ear.

"Please, sir? Can we go upstairs, to your room?" He says, tongue dripping with honey, as he gently tugs at James's earlobe with his teeth

#SORRY ITS BAD ITS RUSHED #marauders #jegulus #marauders era #james potter #regulus black #sirius black #harry potter #jegulus microfic #microfiction #marauders fanfiction #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #croptopjames #croptopjames submission #james potter x regulus black #crop top james #james potter in a crop top

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my-castles-crumbling · 5 months

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cutting - @jegulus-microfic - word count: 148

"Alright. I'm cutting him off," Remus murmurs, staring, a bit open-mouthed at James.

Regulus stands next to Remus, staring too.

James is in his element. He's in the middle of the Common Room, standing on a table, holding a Butterbeer in one hand and trailing the other hand up his chest moving his hips back and forth in a way that Regulus can only describe as 'sinful.' His eyes are closed and he's mouthing the words to a song Regulus doesn't recognize, but many others in the crowd of the party seem to know it, because they're singing along around him. James's pants are riding low on his waist and his too-short tank top is high, revealing his toned stomach, a deep V with antlers tattooed there peeking through.

Regulus's mouth is watering.

"Eh....wait a little while longer," he mutters to Remus, his eyes locking with James's.

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jegulus4444 · 3 months

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Im sitting with my friends and they have no clue I’m writing Rosekiller smut 😂

Whats wrong with me ?

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jmeslovr · 2 months

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Read omega james here <33

I’m so excited to share this, rbs are appreciated !!

#jegulus #marauders #jegulus fic #james potter #regulus black #jegulus fanfic #jegulus fanfiction #jegulus omegaverse #jegulus a/b/o #omega james #alpha regulus #bottom james #top regulus #smut #jegulus smut #my writing

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