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xjustakay · 1 month

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jegulus micro(?)fic — 2,213 words. nsfw; the ‘James-desperately-needs-something-in-his-mouth’ episode (dedicated to my dear darling @imdamagecontrol<3)

James’ hands flex in and out of fists behind his back, wrists straining against silk tied in a firm knot around them. In reality, if he squirmed enough he could probably worm his way out of the restraint, it’s just one of Regulus’ ties, after all. But that’s not really the point.

The point, actually, is that James needs this.

He’s been so stressed lately, juggling more than he can properly carry, and it’s started to weigh on him. Make him overwhelmed. Change his mood enough to be apparent. Typically, he does a good job at hiding it, but some days…

Some days the itch beneath his skin gets a little too insistent. Some days his tone turns clipped and his mannerisms become twitchy and all that he feels is suddenly visible.

And those days, well. Those days pile up, to the point that he needs a good break.

Regulus doesn’t particularly enjoy it when he lets himself get so deep in it —there’s been pointed comments about taking care of himself over the last couple days as he’s noticed progressive changes in James. So when James had come home today after yet another long one, feeling ready to tear right out of his own skin, he’d asked.

“Can you take care of me tonight?”

Once he’d made sure he understood what it was James was asking for, Regulus was quick to give him just what he needed. A loose hold at his throat, a level stare as he pulled him inches away from his face.

A promise between the lines of Regulus’ murmured, “Be good and wait for me.”

He’d waited on the floor at the foot of the bed for ten minutes after stripping down to just his briefs, knees twinging as he tried to balance his weight more comfortably. Then Regulus had come in, wordlessly giving him a once-over before he undressed. He’d muttered gentle praises when James had let him tug both arms behind his back, Regulus securing his tie around his wrists.

Now, a familiar hand brushes his cheek, trails down to his neck. Regulus thumbs at his Adam’s apple and James swallows beneath it, staring at the jut of Regulus’ hip bone where he stands in front of him.

“Alright?” Regulus checks, hand curling loosely around his throat, pulling him close again, just like earlier.

James inhales deeply where his nose presses right above Regulus’ navel. He leaves a gentle kiss there, nods his head. The hand at his throat tightens.

“Use your words,” Regulus instructs.

“I’m good.”

James traces his tongue downward, through the thin trail of dark hair that disappears beneath the waistband of Regulus’ briefs. He catches the elastic between his teeth, tugs at it, lets it snap back against porcelain skin. Ducking lower, James mouths at the outline of Regulus’ cock, tongue wetting the fabric and feeling the way he’s slowly filling out under the attention. Regulus allows it for a few seconds more, a low hum leaving him that has heat pooling low in James’ stomach.

The pressure at James’ throat shifts and Regulus’ fingers sink into his dark hair, grip slowly tightening, palm a solid weight at the nape of his neck. His other hand tucks beneath James’ chin, his head guided into tilting backward between the two. James blinks slow, looks up toward Regulus’ face from beneath his lashes. Breathes deep. Waits.

“What do you need tonight, James?” Regulus asks; his voice is honey, thick and sweet and dripping warmth down every groove of James’ spine.

He keeps James’ chin in the curl of his fingers but stretches his thumb to trace a slow circle around his mouth. He leaves it pressed against James’ bottom lip, James darting his tongue out at it for the briefest taste. One brow arches as Regulus looks down at him.

“Something in your mouth, maybe?”

When all James does his nod, Regulus tugs sharply at the back of his hair —an unspoken demand. James’ mouth drops open, a soft gasp between parted lips.

“Yes,” He whines. “Please.”

“There you go, baby, that’s so good,” Regulus hums.

James’ lips twitch helplessly when Regulus moves to readjust his glasses for him. It’s such a tiny gentleness, a common show of his care for him, no matter how out of place it may seem in a moment like this.

The fond appreciation that unfurls warmth in his chest is derailed in seconds by the shift of Regulus’ foot, nudging between his thighs, pressing. James’ eyelids flutter as he sucks in a shallow breath. His hips twitch forward against the barely-there pressure on his cock, hard and aching in his own briefs.

“Do you think you deserve it?” Regulus asks.

He tugs at James’ hair again to jerk his head back further, presses his foot more firmly between his legs. James is already starting to feel dizzy with it; the waiting, the care, the teasing, all building into a burning buzz that’s much more pleasant than the anxious itch that’s bothered him for days. He rocks against Regulus’ foot with a shaking, needy sound crawling up his throat.

“I need it, baby.”

“But that’s not what I asked this time, is it?” Regulus counters, tone vaguely patronizing.

It shouldn’t make James’ cock twitch the way that it does, really. Shouldn’t make him unable to bank a whimper when he rocks his hips forward again.

“Do you think you deserve it?” Regulus repeats. He inches his foot away, and James whines in protest. “God, listen to you. You really do need it, don’t you?”

James nods urgently, breath hitching in his chest. “I do. Please, Regulus.”

It’s a miracle he doesn’t whimper another time when Regulus takes a small step backward, all touch falling away from him. The silver lining is watching him tuck a thumb into either side of the band on his briefs, pulling them down and stepping out of them.

Wanting eyes immediately land on Regulus’ cock the second it’s in front of him. Even the huff of Regulus chuckling above him doesn’t draw his focus away. He watches intently as Regulus wraps a hand around himself and strokes slowly.

Blown pupils hide nearly all the grey of Regulus’ irises when James finally glances up at his face again. He shifts up straighter on his knees, mouth falling open already when Regulus steps forward. A smirk tugs at the corners of Regulus’ lips and his free hand sinks into James’ hair.

He pauses in guiding his cock to James’ waiting mouth, slick head nudging his bottom lip. “What do you say?”

“Thank you.” Punches breathlessly out of James in an instant.

Regulus’ smirk inches wider and he gives a single nod. It’s all the go ahead James needs to tilt forward and finally —finally— take him into his mouth. The grip in his hair tightens as James swallows his length down, letting the weight of him settle on his tongue. He hums appreciatively around him, keeping his motions shallow to hit the back of his throat each time.

Despite the tight hold on his hair, Regulus lets James move as desired. His wrists strain against the silk around them when he instinctively wants to reach forward and balance his hands on Regulus’ thighs, but he’ll make do. He always does.

After a little while, Regulus’ other hand joins the first in his hair. He halts James’ continued movements and holds him in place.

James moans the second he starts fucking into his mouth, eyes rolling back. There’s spit collected at the corners of his mouth, sliding down his chin. Each snap of Regulus’ hips has his cock hitting the back of his throat, his moans turning garbled and wet —filthy— while Regulus looses a winded string of swears.

“This— fuck—” Regulus hisses when he thrusts forward again and James swallows, letting him feel the way his throat tightens. “This is exactly what you needed, isn’t that right, baby?”

James hums his answer, eyelids fluttering as he opens glassy eyes to look up. There’s tears building at the corners, and on a particularly hard snap of Regulus’ hips one rolls hotly down his cheek. His cheeks burn, that and the panted breaths out his nose fogging up the bottom of his glasses lenses.

James doesn’t fucking care. He doesn’t care about any of it. Let Regulus make a complete mess of him. Let Regulus use him as he sees fit.

This is all James wanted, what he needed. To release the tension he’s been feeling for days, to give up the vice grip he’s tried to maintain on control of anything at all. To be taken care of in this way; something filling his mouth and Regulus just taking from him.

He knows when Regulus is close; words are no longer manageable and his thighs tremble, thrusts becoming erratic. James expects him to come down his throat, is awaiting the burst of warmth, ready to eagerly swallow all he has to give him. But abruptly, Regulus yanks at his hair with both hands, tugging him off.

James whines brokenly, a thick string of drool connecting the corner of his mouth and Regulus’ cock. His throat is wrecked; it’s a pitiful, pathetic sounding thing when he manages a desperate, “No.”

Panting, Regulus shakes his head back and forth. One hand moves from James’ hair, thumb breaking the string of spit when he smears the slickness surrounding James’ mouth. Making an even bigger mess of him. James licks after it, twists his tongue around it, trying to be enticing, trying to get him back inside.

Regulus drops his hand entirely, grips his cock instead. He stares intently down at him, demands from between his teeth, “Keep your tongue out for me.”

Wanting to be good and knowing what’s next, James obliges. Regulus drags his hand in hurried tugs over his cock and he watches hungrily. Anticipation burns a fire in James’ veins, sends his pulse roaring in his ears, as he waits, spit pooling in his open mouth, dripping more down his chin.

It’s a minute more before Regulus cries out, head thrown back and hips lurching forward as he comes. Hot strips of white land on James’ top lip, his tongue, his glasses. Cum drips down the one lens to land on his cheek and James can’t hold back a whimper, mouth still open. He hasn’t been told to close it yet.

“Fucking Christ,” Regulus groans, hand slowing over himself as he comes down from his orgasm.

His chest is as flushed as his face, heaving with uneven breaths, and he’s fucking gorgeous like this. Wrung out and a little wobbly on his legs, shiny-eyed and out of breath. James feels just as high as Regulus looks. Even with his cock still painfully hard and leaking in his briefs, his knees throbbing when he shifts his weight for the first time in too long.

Regulus finally lets go of his length, gripping James’ slick chin instead. He swipes his thumb through the cum on James’ lip, his cheek. Collects what he can from his face, and dips a little into James’ waiting mouth to wipe it off onto his tongue a few times. Gathering as much as he can for him.

Finally, Regulus tells him, “Swallow, baby.”

James does without hesitation, moaning at the familiar taste down his throat. There’s still cum on his glasses, blurrily obscuring his view of Regulus on the one side when he blinks heavy lidded eyes up at him.

“You did so good, James.” The praise has James’ lips curling in a lopsided smile, dazed in the best way. He hums his thanks, throat too sore for immediate words, but Regulus doesn’t demand that of him this time. “Do you feel better?”

It’s a mockery of a bobble head on a dashboard when James nods hurriedly in answer. His head’s a little fuzzy still, breath slowly returning to normal for himself. A different high entirely for his comedown.

“Come on.” Regulus bends down to help James to his feet then reaches behind him to undo the tie from his wrists. “We should clean you up, you’re a mess.”

“Good,” James replies, voice rough, lazy grin widening.

Regulus rolls his eyes, but there’s no denying the affection in his gaze. He rubs at James’ wrists when his hands are brought between them and James hums quietly.

“I’ll take care of you in the shower, okay?” He murmurs, eyes darting downward.

“Y’already did, baby,” James points out.

Regulus lifts a brow. “Sorry, did you not also feel like coming tonight?”

James clears his throat in order to more clearly joke, “I think if you so much as breathed on my cock right now it’d probably be over for me.”

Shaking his head, Regulus snorts, muttering a fond ‘idiot’ beneath his breath. He leans in to press a kiss to James’ cheek, recoiling when James turns his head and nuzzles into the side of his neck, smearing leftover drool on his skin.

“Go. Bathroom, now.” Regulus points to the open bedroom door, but the control in his voice is gone; it’s half a laugh —blushing and breathless and beautiful.

James smiles adoringly at him, gives him a mock salute, and follows his instruction just the same.

#jegulus #starchaser #sunseeker #jegulus fanfiction #drops this in the dead of night and runs #-jazz hands-#had a brain itch for a “silly little smut moment” and here we are. 2K words later #s/o to nic and us talking about being deeply unserious while writing smut #i wrote this entirely on my phone while wrapped in a blanket burrito so…#have fun! (james certainly did lmfao)#kay’s writing #kay’s microfics #<-simply just not a microfic anymore but oh well #nic tag<3

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floralembarrassment · 1 year

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could u write a jegulus story of them just being idiots

? like idiots in love? please also i love ur short stories:)))

hi! Jegulus being idiots and in love? Heck yes!! If that's what you want that's what you will get! And I'm so glad you find joy here! this one is short and sweet! with love

In the Kitchen (1/1) (jegulus)

"James. James! Come on stop it!" Regulus laughed as James kissed all over his face. "You parents will be here any minute," he added finally succeeding in pushing him away.

James may have stopped kissing him but kept his hands on either side of Regulus, keeping him pressed against the counter.

With a cheeky grin and sparkling eyes, James observed Regulus' face, and meeting his gaze he said, "exactly. We still have a few minutes," his smooth voice said, and nothing warmed Regulus more than James, his skin on his, and his voice melting his heart.

Regulus was helpless and hopeless really, leaning in with a smile as James met his lips. Regulus had a tea cloth in his hand, but wrapped his arms around James' neck anyway. They kissed like schoolkids, teenagers finding a thrill in getting caught, even though they were well adults now.

James hoisted Regulus up to sit in on the counter, and Regulus spread his legs to give James easy access. He was just as culpable for the messy hair they would have during the rest of dinner, but his hands found home at the nape of James' neck, and his heart stopped when a small tug on the curls that lay there made James moan into his mouth.

They kissed and kissed, smiling all the way through it. Laughing and giggling as hands roamed over familiar curves and arches. When Regulus heard a car pull into the drive, he was glad he had the tea cloth in his hand and used the upper hand to push James away and stuffed the tea cloth into his mouth so he would have to stop.

Regulus could help but laugh as he jumped down from the counter, ruffling a hand through his hair so his curls would fall just right again, and greeted Effie and Monty at the door before they could even knock.

#is kissing smut?#the safest of smutty #did i know i had an asks box? no #marauders #jegulus #starchaser #sunseeker #fanfic #lgbtq+#james x regulus #regulus black #james potter #marauders era #james fleamont potter #regulus arcturus black #marauders fandom

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thebibutterflyao3 · 4 months

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Day 30 - Prompt: Cutting @jegulus-microfic

December Daily Series - 493 words

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“Oh, that’s cheating,” Regulus breathed out. As James’s tongue flicked between the knuckles, he shifted and pressed his thighs together.

“We haven’t set any rules, so how can I cheat?”

James smirked as he lowered their hands to his chest. Regulus couldn’t help noticing the flex of muscles beneath his jumper. How he could stand out here without a coat was beyond him.

“Besides, your hands are cold,” James added, reaching for the other one and clasping them inside of his. “I’m just warming them up.”

“Is that all? Seems like you’re teasing me.”

“A tease? Me? I would never!”

Regulus fought back a grin and rolled his eyes. “I didn’t realise you were a liar too.”

“Pardon?” James gasped in mock offence. His impression of Regulus’s accent was truly terrible.

“You heard me, Potter. You’re a tease. You never finish what you start.”

“I must have misheard you, Regulus Black. The audacity of such an erroneous claim is beyond the pale,” he said theatrically, backing away from the pavement.

Regulus’s hands were still held captive, so he was practically forced to follow James into a grove of trees alongside the Inn. Not that he needed prompting to sneak into a quiet spot with this twit. If it meant that James would finally snog him, Regulus would follow him just about anywhere.

“Do you hear yourself?” he snarked. “You sound like an utter bellend-”

James laughed as he tugged him closer, cutting off his taunt. “A French bellend.”

“Rude.”

“Accurate.”

“Not even close.”

“Can I kiss you?” James asked abruptly, leaning in.

Regulus smirked. “You better, or you’re proving my point and-”

James cut him off with a firm kiss. It was warm and sweet, just lips pressed against lips while their breaths curled into smoke rings around them. With unhurried intent, James cupped his face and tilted his chin. Regulus closed his eyes and leaned into his solid body, gripping the front of his jumper for support as his mind spun. Yet, that was as far as James went.

It was Regulus who traced the seam of James’s lips demanding entry. Regulus was the one who plundered James’s mouth and claimed every centimetre as his own. Regulus who pressed closer with a possessive grumble.

Only then did James respond with the heat that Regulus had seen in his eyes. He waited for Regulus to set the tone, the pace, and the boundaries before letting himself loose. James’s fingers wrapped around the back of his neck and toyed with the hair at the nape. His thumbs traced soothing lines up and down his jaw as their tongues teased and taunted each other.

Regulus smoothed his hands down James’s chest, then wrapped his arms around his waist as he melded his body to this beautiful man. He wanted to feel him everywhere, all at once. To carve out space inside James’s chest for him to curl up in like a contented kitten and “stay.”

Next Part>>>

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mangomonk · 9 months

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↳ summary: regulus's lover learns that he's starved for touch and attention, despite still believing in pureblood courting proprieties ↳ content: fluff, slice of life ↳ context: regulus black x thief!oc oneshot based off my horcrux heist fic, take what you can carry, on ao3

Regulus is a strange case of touch starvation.

Since they've kissed that night, it seems as though some barrier of self-restraint has been broken, because she finds that some part of him is always touching her now. Which is an entirely new surprise to her, given his earlier convictions about Pureblood proprieties. But she doesn't find that she minds very much.

Typically, it’s his hands reaching to tug at her fingers or the sleeves of her robes in a strangely endearing manner, or it’s fingers irritatingly looping through her hair. When he sits next to her, his thigh is flushed against hers, or his arm finds a way to coil around her waist. When the others are around, Regulus stands just close enough to her to brush his hand against hers inconspicuously. Needless to say, each touch sends her heart stuttering dangerously.

She’s in the kitchen frowning down at Jame’s mother’s recipe book when she can sense that he’s entered the space. Her suspicion is almost immediately confirmed because she can feel his arm wrap around her midsection as he pulls her into him. “I’m trying to focus,” Kai shoos him distractedly, squinting at the page. English food sure seemed bland.

“I’m not even saying anything,” Regulus points out simply, resting his chin against the junction of her neck as his fingers play with the fabric of her shirt distractingly as they skim against the skin above the waistband of her jeans.

Kai swats at his hands absentmindedly. When he makes a sound of dissatisfaction, she relents and turns her attention back to the recipe book. She only gets through reading the next step when she can feel him nosing gently at the nape of her neck.

“You smell good, love,” he mumbles against her hair, his warm breath against the shell of her ear sending shivers down her spine.

“Regulus,” Kai says firmly, trying to wriggle out of his grasp. Despite herself, she can feel her ears flushing at his fond endearment. The thought that he had come to seek her out sends a dangerous thrill through her chest. “I told James and Lily we’d bring this later but we haven’t even started—”

“It can wait,” he says dismissively as he starts pressing light nuzzling kisses against her collarbone.

“If you’re not going to help, then get out of the kitchen,” Kai says irritably, whirling around. To her surprise, he lets her and resettles his hands firmly on her hips as he tugs her closer so that her hands are trapped against his chest. He doesn’t even miss a beat to crane his head down to nose against her collarbone again. “Regulus—”

“I’ll help,” he promises earnestly, finally tilting his head back to meet her in the eyes. A coy smile curves across his lips as he gazes down at her with half-lidded eyes. “In exchange for a few kisses.”

Kai takes his face between her hands, cupping his cheeks. Regulus smiles down at her in anticipation, already eagerly leaning closer. When he tries to, she pinches his cheeks. “No,” Kai says, purely out of stubbornness and spite. She takes the new space in between them to push him off and turn back around to the counter.

“Just one,” he grumbles sulkily. Was Regulus Black — haughty heir to the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black — whining? An alarm goes off in her mind.

“Leave,” Kai says shortly, biting back a mischievous smile by busying herself with flipping through the recipe book in exaggerated interest.

As if to confirm her suspicion, behind her, Regulus heaves a mournful sigh, as if a great burden had just been placed on him. “My lovely girlfriend doesn’t want to spend time with me,” he complains woefully.

Oh, this could be fun. “Girlfriend?” Kai echoes, pausing to turn her gaze to him with wide-eyed innocence. The word sends a little thrill through her, but she swallows it back as she tilts her head at him in confusion.

Regulus freezes and makes an odd little noise in the back of his throat, the melodramatic expression on his face faltering. At her bemused expression, he straightens, a stricken look marring his handsome features. “Well— I thought— Aren’t we—” Regulus flounders, the color draining from his cheeks comedically fast.

“Aren’t we what?” Kai asks, furrowing her brows for good measure as she stares at him blankly.

“Aren’t we together?” Regulus asks carefully, all of his attention laser-focused on her cautiously.

��I ‘unno,” Kai says with a little lift of her shoulders. “You never asked me.”

Regulus goes perfectly still, looking as though she had just clubbed him over the head. The mortified expression on his face is making it terribly difficult for her to keep a straight face, so she lets out an amused snort to put him out of his misery. “I’m just jesting,” she grins before turning back to the recipe book. “That’s what you get for trying to get out helping.”

She starts reviewing the recipe again when she notices that Regulus has been quiet for a smidge too long. When she glances at him over her shoulder, she’s caught off guard by the pensive look he’s giving her, his brows furrowed unhappily. “I really was just joking,” Kai says uncertainly after a moment.

“No, you’re perfectly correct,” Regulus says after a beat, straightening. The look of intent resolution in his eyes is making her nervous. “I never asked.”

— — — — —

After this encounter in the kitchen, Regulus’s level of neediness declined to nearly nothing. Kai finds herself surprised by how used to his proximity and touch she had gotten used to because now he seems to flit away like a ghost whenever she tries to get near him.

“Are you upset with me?” Kai demands after the third day of him escaping from her. She had managed to corner him in the kitchen, her arms bracketing around him to prevent him from escaping.

Regulus blinks down at her owlishly. “No? I could never be,” he says easily. Kai nearly loses her resolve at his sweet words. She doesn’t know how he always manages to say these pockets of endearments so easily, but they catch her off guard every time.

“Then why have you been…” Kai flounders for a moment, a steady flush creeping up her cheeks. “Distant,” she finishes lamely.

“Well, we’re not together,” Regulus says almost immediately, his expression not changing in the slightest. In fact, he looks rather distracted as his gaze flickers past her.

Kai gapes at him a little, his words making her stomach churn. Had he really taken what she said to heart? Or had he just decided that she had given him an easy way out? Kai feels awfully foolish now so she steps back, shoving her fingers into the depths of her pockets in what she hopes is a display of casual indifference. Perhaps she had misread their entire dynamic again. It certainly wouldn’t have been the first time. “Oh,” she says, her voice small.

Perhaps Regulus has sensed the painful clench her heart is doing because an alarmed expression flickers across his face as he stares at her in concern. “No, er, whatever you’re thinking, stop thinking it,” he says hurriedly. Kai nods, but she can’t bring herself to meet his eyes. Regulus reaches out and takes her hand cautiously, his long fingers lacing through hers. “It’s just that it’s not proper that I haven’t asked you,” he begins, letting out a soft exhale.

At this, Kai’s head snaps up, her brows furrowed. This is what he was on about? “Proper?” She nearly shouts. She's ready to go on a tirade about the tiredness of all the Pureblood proprieties, but his next words has her exasperation deflating quickly.

Regulus grimaces a little, looking embarrassed. “I never properly asked you if you would accept me,” he says quietly, his thumb rubbing circles on her knuckles. “I want to be as suitable and sincere for you as possible,” he continues, his eyes like pools of deep liquid as he gazes at her earnestly. “Will you wait a little longer?”

Kai is at a loss for words, but she finds herself nodding dumbly as the earnestness of his eyes melts away any resolve she has. At her nod, Regulus breaks out into a breath-taking smile, the whites of his perfect teeth flashing. “Thank you, love,” he murmurs, lifting her hand to press a kiss against her knuckles. "I'll court you properly."

"Court?" Kai blurts, but before she can work herself into a tiff, Regulus hurriedly interjects, though it doesn't help much.

"It's proper—"

#regulus black x oc #regulus black #mutual pining #hp #hp marauders #harry potter fanfiction #hp imagine #harry potter imagine #heist au #regulus deserved better #the marauders #marauders era #fluff #domestic #domestic fluff #pureblood culture

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lostmykeysie · 11 months

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You cannot imagine how I ran when I got the notif. It was so xdcwvbebw and cvscebw and also xwvwvwbbe<3333 yeah. Also…where is that alternative scene you wrote babe🫢? (*Fake caughs* nothing, I said nothing at all)

HI BABY!!!!!!!!!!!

last reggie POV.... i canny believe it.... (except actually one of the silly little epilogue's is in his POV, but still) !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OKAY SO i know i love to toe the line with my M rated smut scenes and after seeking guidance from my wonderful knowledgeable pals it was determined that the original was a little TOO far. there aren't a huge amount of changes but... well yeah

here you go sweetheart ;)

(NSFW below the cut)

He crushes his lips against James’s like he’s got something to prove, even though he doesn’t. Not to James, never to James.

His lips are cold and wet and the best thing Regulus has ever tasted, and he moans as James’s tongue slips between his teeth and the hand tangled in his hair twists, dull pain tingling across his scalp as James pulls, hard, making him moan and roll his hips shamelessly against him.

“Fuck, Reggie, can I–” he pants against Regulus’s mouth, his right hand slipping down wet skin from the small of Regulus’s back to the base of his spine like he owns him, like he knows him, and James’s skin is so hot against his own that Regulus almost expects to see steam rising from where they’re joined.

“Yes,” he moans, chest hitching as James’s hand slips further down to grab at his arse, fingertips digging roughly into his skin. “Please.”

The hand at his nape disappears for a moment but Regulus is kept happy by the soft, wet lips against the sensitive skin of his throat, the words James is pressing into his skin with his teeth and tongue not making any sense until Regulus is being lowered onto a thick, warm blanket beneath the umbrella charm, a warming charm rippling through the air.

“Gods, you’re so pretty, look at you,” James tells him as he kneels above Regulus’s naked body, his legs splayed wide and still clinging to James’s hips like he’s desperate, and he is, he is desperate, so desperate for it that Regulus wants to beg, wants to surrender, wants to take anything and everything he’s given as long as it’s James’s; his lips, his tongue, his fingers, his cock.

He looms over Regulus and he arches his back and bares his throat in response, and he’s panting, chest heaving, wrecked and ruined already and he can’t take his eyes away from James’s own soft, deep honey, warm and dark with a look that makes his blood rush and his skin tingle in anticipation.

James falls towards him, one hand planted on either side of his body, kissing Regulus’s lips before that mouth—that sinful, sensual fucking mouth—slips down his throat, teeth nipping over his clavicles, hot tongue teasing peaked nipples and lapping up the rain water that still cascades across Regulus’s skin, over the curves of his ribcage.

The drag of James’s tongue and teeth down his navel, then up and around the curve of his waist is wicked and teasing and perfect, and he thinks he might still be on fire; that he can still feel the flames lick at his bones beneath his skin.

It’s when James brushes his lips ever so slightly over the curve of Regulus’s hip, mouth slipping along Regulus’s iliac crest like he’s the gods’ most devout subject following the path to heaven with his tongue—if heaven could ever feel this depraved, this unholy—that Regulus’s stomach clenches and his cock throbs, and a moan slips out from between his teeth as he throws his head back, one arm raised above him to grapple in the wet grass and mud as if clinging on for dear life.

“You gorgeous thing,” James whispers into the crease of his thigh, their eyes meeting over the rise and fall of Regulus’s heaving chest, but only for a moment, because that’s all Regulus can stand before he has to look away, shaking and biting his lip, eyelids fluttering at the feeling of hot breath against rain-slicked skin.

“You’ve got the prettiest hole I’ve ever seen,” he mumbles as he runs his lips across the insides of Regulus’s thighs, strong fingers digging hard into the backs of them, thumbs spreading Regulus apart like only the most obscene of offerings.

“I’m gonna get you so wet,” James promises him, teeth biting short and sharp into the meat of Regulus’s arse like an impulse—a temptation he couldn’t resist—and Regulus cries out, voice getting lost below the rumbling thunder. “Gonna finger you until you cry, baby. You’re gonna be so ready. So gorgeous.”

His own teeth are clenched shut because he knows if they aren’t then he’ll let James’s name slip out on a moan, and he will; he wants to, wants to chant James’s name like a prayer, like a hymn, like a promise and a curse and a song and a plea, but not yet.

Not until he can’t bear it.

But fuck had he forgotten about the things James says when he’s got Regulus naked and wanting beneath him, begging for his touch with his lip between his teeth and his fingers clenched, desperate, curled around James’s hair and throat and the swell of his bicep.

The umbrella charm is weakening with James’s distraction, and light rain drips down the sides of Regulus’s face as he tilts his head even further back against the blanket beneath him, curves his spine even more, driving himself down against James’s hand as he slips his fingers inside of him, one, by one, by one, achingly slowly.

“Please, please, please,” he begs—seconds, moments, minutes later, utterly and completely desperate, a slave to the onslaught of James’s three crooked fingers and the tongue that’s curled around Regulus’s cock, and he can’t take it any longer.

“Go on, baby, say it,” James tells him, lips brushing Regulus’s own as he bottoms out, as Regulus is finally filled, their naked bodies pressed together in the warm air and the cold rain that falls heavier and heavier over them as he lies there and takes it, aching sweetly where they’re joined.

There are tears pooling in Regulus’s eyes and James’s thumb in his mouth and he can’t look away from his face framed by the stormy sky above, and the bright, warm eyes staring back into his own.

“James,” he whispers.

#someone asked me a q #lovely wonderful babe #the missing link #jegulus #smut #the thing is #i have a feeling that based on my new fantastic helpful guidance #there are probably a few TOO FAR smut scenes in c&tw #which is my bad #it's always so hard to tell! is it E?? is it M???#i always thought like... if this isn't *porn* then it isn't E?#if i don't explicitly detail the #er #happy ending #then it isn't E... right....#turns out wrong #i need to stop #luckily my next fic is E ;)

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onehundredflamingos · 8 months

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@jegulus-microfic

14 / apple / 368 words

“James this is — it’s too…”

“Amazing, isn’t it? The orchards were full this year!” James exclaimed.

“What exactly are we going to do with this many apples?” Regulus was exasperated, staring into a kitchen laden with apples: apples soaking in the kitchen sink, in woven produce bags on the counter, in crates lining the floor.

Maybe James had gone overboard, but summer was finally turning to autumn, the leaves shifting from green to orange, the chill in the air sharpening. It had been the perfect day for apple-picking, so apple-pick, he did.

“I don’t know, we can make things?”

“Like what?” Regulus asked, bitterness rising. “We could make enough applesauce to fill the black lake with!”

“Maybe we should do just that, then,” James teased, pressing his chest into Regulus’ back, pleased when he felt Regulus' shoulders relax. He kissed the nape of his neck, the first two vertebrae exposed above his shirt collar, the space in between his shoulder blades. “We could make apple pie,” he suggested, turning Regulus to face him.

“Right now,” Regulus demanded. “Let’s make some right now so we can get these out of here.”

James chuckled, pressing a kiss to Regulus’ lips. “Right now,” he agreed. “Help me peel them, will you?”

Regulus set to work peeling and chopping the apples, while James worked with the spices, stewing the apples and coating them in cinnamon and nutmeg and sugar. They stepped around one another in perfect harmony, the apple filling taking shape seamlessly.

They worked on the dough next, puffs of flour landing in their hair and along their cheeks, cinnamon dotting regulus’ upper lip in just the right place for James to kiss it off. They mixed and sifted ingredients until they could shape the dough into two pie pans, long strips set aside to weave over the top of the apple mixture.

“How do they look?” Regulus asked, holding up the pies they had made for James to inspect before he slid them into the oven.

They were flawless, the apple filling poured to the perfect amount, the lattice crust perfectly symmetrical over the tops, but it was looking into Regulus’ bright grey eyes that James replied, “they’re perfect.”

#James is so cheesy #jegulus makes apple pie #jegulus #james x regulus #jegulus microfic #marauders era #starchaser #marauders fanfiction

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stonecoldhedwig · 2 years

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2021 in review

Thank you @blitheringmcgonagall for the tag!

BY THE NUMBERS words written: 259,694 (and counting! some of this is RP and OF too) words published (AO3): 191,916 # of published one-shots: 7 # of completed multi-chaps: 2 # of one-shots in progress: 0 (I am surprised by the number of one shots I've written this year because I don't like writing them) # of ongoing multi-chaps: 6 # of fic ideas waiting their turn: so many. Mainly another Oliver one, and a James Sirius one. longest work: Caraway was 119,967 words but I wrote most of those last year so I don't think it counts. This year it's A Great Many Things at 14,963. shortest work: Coney Island at 1,159 words. most chapters in a fic: Again, Caraway at 33; but this year, Honeybee Mine at 5. highest # of kudos: Caraway at 445; then Highgate at 77 highest # of hits: Caraway at 13003; then Opaline at 1748 top 3 fics by kudos: Caraway; Highgate; James Potter and the Case of the Lacy Black Bra top 3 fics by hits: Caraway; Opaline; Highgate;

BEHIND THE NUMBERS

most challenging fic to write: Highgate is kicking my butt. Actually, everything's kicking my butt. My brain is mush. Help.

fic that came easiest to write: A Great Many Things. Would die for Oliver Wood, obvs.

most true-to-the-outline fic: Hmm. Highgate is true to form, just difficult to write atm. A Great Many Things is too.

most unlike-its-outline fic: Honeybee Mine. Fuck knows what I thought that was gonna be, but it's much better now 😂

favorite reader freak-out: People enjoying the fact that McGonagall gives James dating advice in Better Ways.

most controversial scene: People did not like Opaline. Mainly because Harry and Ginny have hate sex. Sue me. Despite that, y'all read it A LOT, so you filthy beings owe me a drink.

hottest ask box topic of the year: idk topic wise, I don't get a lot of ask box engagement. My favourite was the ask that just said "your (sic) not that funny". I die.

most loved OC: Robin Belmont in A Great Many Things. He's probably my favourite OC I've ever written, let alone in fanfic.

most hated OC: Lucinda Clearwater. Just y'all wait.

favorite things about writing our heroes: Banter. I bloody love the banter!

favorite villain to write: I like writing Snape, obvs, because he's gross. But I think I also like writing Regulus as a murky character in Highgate.

favorite marauder to write: James. ALWAYS James.

most I've cried while writing a scene: Giving Us Doomsday really hit me in the feels.

most I've laughed while writing a scene: I straight up lol every time I write Honeybee Mine. It's so stupid.

smuttiest smut scene: I've actually not written that much smut in 2021, because it's been a profoundly unsexy year. James Potter and the Case of the Lacy Black Bra is the only pure smut I've written. There's also some angsty sex in the last few chapters of Caraway.

favorite Jily kiss i wrote: probably when they got their act together again in Caraway. It's not the best writing, but it was bloody agony getting them there.

They reached a slightly wonky shed and James moved swiftly, pressing Lily against the wall. He kissed her. James could taste the champagne still on her lips, could smell the rose perfume that she dabbed in the hollows where her jaw met her neck. James wanted to stay in that moment for as long as they could—to commit to memory forever the way she felt beneath his hands, the feeling of her fingers tracing patterns against the delicate skin at the nape of his neck, her other hand buried in his wayward hair. Really, he could have stayed there forever; James had always said that Lily was ambrosia, enough to satisfy any need he might ever have had.

hardest trope/thing to write: Oh the weird chapters that propel the story but aren't that interesting?

easiest trope/thing to write: Banter between friends. James and Sirius, Lily and Marlene, Oliver and Robin - it's my favourite thing to write.

proudest fic moment: coney island is damn good writing. Finishing Caraway was powerful; fucking powerful. Writing only one of 16 Oliver Wood/Alicia Spinnet fics is hilarious.

any fic regrets? Yes, but not ones I can say right now.

2021 fic habits to break: Finish a fic. I beg of you, girl, finish a fic.

2022 fic habits to make: Writing more regularly, finishing fics, writing more Oliver Wood.

Tagging @malfoylestrange @nymphadoratonqs @midnightelite @jennandblitz @nagemeikenu @magic-girl-in-a-muggle-world and anyone else who'd like to do this!

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(10/4) prompt: scream — 874 words (fame au pt.4; ‘what do you mean you could have been in a scream movie?’ edition - pt.1, pt.2, pt.3, pt.5) @jegulus-microfic

“You’re not even watching the movie,” James complains.

Regulus looks up from his phone, glancing first at the TV screen then over at his boyfriend. He and James have been on the couch for hours, binging the Scream movies on their shared free day. James had decided that they’re the perfect way to ‘kick off Halloween month’ or whatever. Regulus has his legs laid over James’ lap, ankles crossed, a pillow over his lap to prop up where he’s been toggling between apps on his phone for the majority of the film.

“I know what happens in this one already,” Regulus says.

James scoffs. “How could you possibly know? You literally said you haven’t seen five and six.”

Regulus goes back to scrolling through his Instagram feed leisurely, shrugging his shoulders. “They sent me a script during casting deliberations and I turned it down.”

“What?” James sits up straighter abruptly. “Shut up, you’re lying.”

“Not at all, actually. They wanted me to play Richie, didn’t really feel like it.”

“‘Didn’t really feel like it,’” James repeats in a mocking mumble.

“Wasn’t a huge fan of the ending. One of the Act 3 twists felt a bit predictable to me,” Regulus mutters.

“You kill me sometimes,” James snorts.

Regulus rolls his eyes, but the edges of his mouth twitch amusedly. “It’s a Scream movie, James. They literally follow a template. Especially with five, they intentionally reverted back to a lot of the original formula. It’s like the whole point.”

“And you didn’t want the chance to be a part of one of the most popular horror franchises ever? You?” James lifts both brows at him.

Regulus shrugs again. “Only reason I would have done it was to meet and work with Mason Gooding. He’s lovely.”

James pinches at his calf, earning a huffed laugh in return. “Don’t tease me with your consistent ability to flirt with pretty actors.”

“I am a pretty actor. You flirt with me all the time,” Regulus points out.

“That’s different.”

Scream clearly forgotten for the moment, Regulus sets his phone down and sits up from leaning against the arm of the couch to be able to press his bent elbow into the pillow on his lap, chin falling against his palm.

“Explain that logic to me,” He says.

“Well, you’re my best friend and bandmate’s little brother. I already knew of you before you moved up from indie film and became an A-list movie star. And you were like, obsessed with me the moment you met me.”

“I was not obsessed with you.”

“Drawing little hearts with my name inside in your script margins after that first concert you finally came to, I’m sure of it.”

Regulus laughs and lifts a foot from across James’ lap to kick gently at his chest. James catches him round the ankle and tugs at his leg until Regulus wiggles forward enough to sit sideways fully on his lap, phone abandoned and slid between couch cushions. Regulus lays one arm over James’ shoulder, fingers toying with the dark hair at the nape of his neck. James leans back into the pleasant contact, smiling brightly up at him.

“We all know you liked me long before you were willing to admit it, love.”

“What’s to like?” Regulus jokes, wrinkling his nose.

James squeezes right at the not-so-secret ticklish point just below Regulus’ ribs, looking all too proud of himself when Regulus flinches because of it. “Watch it.”

“Or what? You’ll write another fake breakup song about me?” Regulus arches a brow at him.

“Could be another hit, you never know. The first one’s still going strong on the radio,” James muses.

“I hate you.” Regulus exhales a laugh, tilting forward to touch his forehead against his.

“Mm, I know.” James nudges their noses together, grinning lazily.

He brushes a barely there kiss against Regulus’ lips, only adding to the growing want that slowly simmers in Regulus’ stomach.

The moment is shattered by the sound of a scream from the TV that has both of their attentions turning back to the movie they’ve neglected. It’s the penultimate scene now, Regulus recognizes; the characters on screen are arguing, slowly piecing together who they think the killer is before the actual reveal. Then there’s a single line of specific dialogue delivered; he hears James gasp just before the gunshot that immediately follows.

“Shut up, that’s who the killer is?”

“Surprise.”

“No fucking way. And you didn’t like that twist?”

Regulus hums, leaning his head sideways against James’ collarbone and watching the chaos of the scene unfold. “It’s the second twist that I saw coming. Give it a minute or two.”

“Damn, I was really hoping we were going a different direction here, but now I’m invested again.” James rubs up and down Regulus’ back in a smooth glide, slipping beneath Regulus’ shirt to drag his warm palm over his skin absently.

“You’ll make it up to me, I’m sure,” Regulus comments. “Or, I could just spoil the whole ending for you.”

“No, shut up, don’t you dare.”

Regulus lets out another quiet laugh and tilts upward to leave a quick kiss against the line of James’ jaw before settling comfortably against him to finish the movie, spoiler free.

#jegulus #jegulus microfic #fame au jegulus my beloveds #they’re so disgustingly in love #also the song referenced is indeed the one from pt.3 #james really committed to the bit #anyway i cry i love them #kay’s microfics #kay’s writing

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15. Jegulus?

James had only come to the stupid party in order to try and chat up Evans and she hadn’t even had the decency to show up. James had heard from Peter that Lily had gone to a party with Marlene Mckinnon instead. It was probably for the best. It had been years and Evans still wanted nothing to do with him. James was stubborn but he wasn’t stupid. Maybe it was time to throw in the towel where Lily was concerned.

Besides, James had been so preoccupied with Lily that he’d barely gotten off with anyone throughout Uni and that just seemed a damn shame. That was what university was for after all and it wouldn’t do to keep a stud like himself off the market.

James was scoping around the party for someone new to chat up when a hand rested against the nape of his neck and he was pulled into a kiss. He hadn’t expected things to work so fast! After all, he’d just decided to try and have it off with someone.

“Hi babe, sorry I’m la-“ the guy who had kissed him began before stopping in horror. James blinked his eyes open, not even realizing they had closed during the kiss. “James?”

James smiled. “Oh hey, Reg,” he said, shoving his hands into his pockets. “When did we start calling each other babe? Not that I mind.”

Regulus looked slightly mortified. As Sirius’ younger brother, James and Regulus had met a bunch of times over the years. Regulus was always awkward around James and a bit standoffish. James never knew if that was just how Reg was or if deep down he didn’t really like James all that much. But James Potter was not one to be dissuaded by someone not liking him – as evidenced by his years of chasing after Lily Evans - who couldn’t care less if he fell into a ditch and stayed there.

“I-I thought you were Benjy,” Regulus said, a blush forming from his cheeks down to his neck. James tried and failed not to find it adorable. “He told me he’d be dressed like Jon Snow. I saw your cape and I just assumed.”

James raised an eyebrow. “You and Benjy, huh?”

Regulus shrugged. “He’s nice.”

“Nice?” James echoed with a chuckle. “Don’t go setting the bar too high there, Reg.”

Regulus scowled at him. “Sorry I kissed you. Enjoy the party.”

James, who was bored and enjoyed teasing Reg, made up his mind to follow him. He linked his arm through Reg’s, laughing at Reg sputtered at him indignantly. “So babe, I’m thinking of a June wedding.”

Regulus scoffed. “God Potter, are you always this obnoxious or am I just special?”

James grinned mischievously. “Do you want to be special?” he whispered in Reg’s ear.

Regulus pulled back and shoved James away. “Y-you’re such a wanker.”

James stood in the middle of the party a little bit dumbfounded. He had just been teasing. He didn’t think Regulus would take it so hard. He watched Reg’s retreating back, wondering just what he’d done to make him so angry. It couldn’t be about Sirius, could it? It wasn’t exactly his fault that he and Sirius had come best mates. Whatever it was, James had to fix it, because he couldn’t go his life having his best friend’s brother hate him.

He followed after Regulus, running into Benjy on the way. “Oi James, same costume!” he said, grinning broadly. Regulus was right, Benjy was nice. James had no idea why he suddenly despised Benjy down to his very core. “Have you see Regulus? He’s supposed to meet me here.”

“Nope, haven’t seen him,” James lied before heading in the direction Regulus had disappeared to. He found the kitchen window open that led out to the fire escape. He didn’t see anything down below so he started the climb upwards. When he got to the roof, Regulus was sitting on the ledge with his feet dangling over, looking up at the stars. James sat down next to him facing the opposite direction. “I know I can be a prat sometimes.”

“Sometimes?” Regulus huffed out a laugh, raising an eyebrow at James knowingly.

James chuckles and ran his fingers through his unkempt hair. “Okay, fine, a lot of the time. But I’m really not so bad.”

Regulus turned his face towards James and looked at him for a long time as if trying to find out if he was sincere. “Is this the kind of stuff you say to Evans to convince her to date you?” he teased, taking off James’ glasses and cleaning a smudge off them before placing them back on James’ face. “If so, I can see why she hasn’t gone for it yet.”

“Oi,” James said, playfully punching Regulus softly on the arm. “I can be downright charming when I want to be.”

“Oh I know,” Regulus said quietly, tilting his face back up towards the sky. You couldn’t really see the stars from the city but it seemed like Reg was trying all the same.

James wasn’t really sure how to respond to that. He glanced down at his hands and hated the way his heart was racing just a little bit faster. “I like your costume,” he said dumbly, placing a hand on Reg’s thigh. Reg was dressed like the Mad Hatter from Alice in Wonderland, but the Disney original version, not the shitty Tim Burton one. “Why didn’t you and Benjy dress to match? “

Regulus rolled his eyes. “Because I abhor couples costumes and they’re incredibly lame?” he informed James haughtily.

“Couples costumes are awesome as long as you do them with the right person!”

Regulus glanced down to where James’ hand was still resting on his thigh. “Besides, Benjy and I aren’t even really a couple. This was only our second date.”

James smirked. “So you just throw out babe willy-nilly?” he asked, mocking offense by clutching his chest with his spare hand, not wanting to remove his other one from the warmth of Regulus’ thigh. It was an experiment to see how long Reg would tolerate James touching him.”Babe is sacred!”

“I don’t want to be with Benjy,” Reg admitted quietly, placing his hand on top of James’. “But the person I want is into someone else and even if he wasn’t he wouldn’t be into me.”

James licked his lips, his mouth having suddenly gone dry. “What makes you so sure?”

Regulus managed to meet James’ gaze. “Because he just thinks of me as his best friend’s kid brother,” he said with a heavy sigh. “And he’s never noticed the giant crush I’ve had on him for years.”

James swallowed thickly. “He sounds like an idiot,” he managed to joke, turning his hand over so he could lace his fingers through Reg’s.

Reg shook his head. “He’s actually quite clever. I think maybe he just didn’t want to see it.”

James reached out with his free hand and cupped Reg’s cheek. “If he’d seen it he would have done something about it,” he told Regulus resolutely. He left his thumb caress Reg’s cheek, dragging over the soft stubble there. “And their first kiss wouldn’t have been an accident.”

James slid his hand back to Reg’s nape and tugged him forward until their lips met. James kept the kiss gentle and unhurried, giving Regulus a chance to pull away if he wanted. He was surprised when Reg’s tongue slipped into his mouth and deepened the kiss. He hummed approvingly and scooted closer, sliding his fingers up into Reg’s short black hair, and taking control of the kiss.

Regulus moaned, a deep guttural sound that made James double his efforts. Regulus pulled back and James involuntarily whined in protest. Reg chuckled and pressed their foreheads together. “Just wait a moment,” he said softly.

“Nope, no more waiting,” James said, noticing that his glasses had fogged up from the incredible snog.

“Before things go any further I should probably go break things off with Benjy,” Regulus reasoned, cupping James’ face in his hands. “After all, he is very nice.”

James scoffed. “Nice is boring,” he growled, kissing Reg again.

Regulus laughed into the kiss and broke away again. “Nice is nice,” he said, sliding off the ledge and dropping down onto the roof. “But who wants nice when they can have James Potter?”

James dropped down on the roof next to Reg and pulled him close, capturing his lips yet again. Now that they’d started he couldn’t seem to stop. Reg tasted so good and his lips were soft. He wrapped his cloak around the two of them for warmth and also to trap Reg close to him. Regulus, of course, saw through it immediately and snorted in amusement.

“Don’t go,” James whispered between kisses. Christ, it had been too long since he’d had a proper snog.

Reg tilted his head back to break the kiss and James took the opportunity to kiss the long column of his throat. Regulus sighed happily and dug his fingers into James’ biceps. “James,” he groaned in a mix of exasperation and arousal. “I’m not a cheat.”

“You said it had only been two dates,” James reminded him, licking along Reg’s collarbone. “You can’t already have talked about being exclusive.”

“Fuck, you’re a terrible influence,” Reg said, shivering in James’ arms with want. “S-still, I came to the party to meet Benjy. I owe him an explanation.”

“Fine,” James said, stepping away and releasing Reg. He took in Reg’s appearance, his pink cheeks and his kiss-swollen lips. He looked practically depraved and James couldn’t wait to finish him handiwork. “To be continued?”

Regulus smiled and held out his hand to James. “I’m only telling Benjy so I can shag you tonight with a clear conscience.”

James bit his bottom lip to hold back a moan. “Little Regulus Black. Who knew you were so wicked?”

Regulus pulled James forward by their entwined hands and kissed him fiercely. He didn’t stop until James was breathless, his toes curling inside his shoes, and his mouth wanting nothing more than to stay permanently attached to Reg. He looked up at James through lower lashes and he looked so god damn sexy that James wondered how he had never noticed it before. Regulus grinned. “I didn’t spend the last three years fantasizing about you just to have a nice, quiet evening at home.”

“Mmm,” James hummed, kissing Regulus again. “Nice is boring. Oh, and next year? We’re doing couples costumes.”

Regulus rolled his eyes and started down the fire escape. “Over my cold, dead body, Potter.”

“We’re doing it!” James said, following after him gleefully. “I’ve an entire year to wear you down.”

Regulus turned on the fire escape and pushed himself up to meet James’ lips. A few pedestrians on the sidewalk that could see them were cheering and hollering. Regulus broke the kiss first and grinned. “Never gonna happen.”

James matched his grin – already oh so up to the challenge that was Regulus Black. “We’ll see about that.”

#jegulus #I write things #fluff #halloween prompt #flirting #kissing #modern au #university au

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floralembarrassment · 1 year

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If it's Right, why does it feel so wrong (1/1) (jegulus)

They both knew this day would come. More abstractly. More conceptually, perhaps. They both dared to hope it wouldn't.

James knew Regulus wasn't weak. James knew that Regulus knew how to survive--that he always did what he had to to survive.

Regulus died inside, though, trying to survive. He now has to snuff out the sun to ensure that everyone else does too. But he desperately, perhaps even stupidly, he still wished James would stay in spite of it all.

"We don't make, do we?" Regulus' question is somehow so innocent despite it cutting James open. Tears roll down his cheeks, as he grips harder on James' neck. It's not to hurt him but it's almost as if he could keep James if he can hold onto him enough.

James is crying too, a slobbering and snotty mess, as he presses his forehead to Regulus'. He shakes his head no in response, and cries harder still.

And even now as they hold onto each other, they had already made the choice to let the other go. Even as Regulus' arms wrap closer around James' neck, as his hands find James' hair, as his fingers play the soft curls at the nape... Even as Regulus matches his heaving chest, every breath with James'... Even as he lets himself fall apart and be caught by James one last time, in one last embrace, with one last passionate kiss...

Regulus pulls away.

He pulls away and turns so he doesn't have to see James' head hang, his body crumble, his hands fly up to cover his face. He doesn't dare one last look because he can't bear to witness the extinguishing of James Potter.

And James lets him go because he tried for years to fix it, to be there, to save him. But his life sustaining energy has all but been sucked right out of him from that final brush of lips.

And one day they will know that letting go was both the best and worst thing either of them would ever do.

#jegulus #sunseeker #starchaser #marauders #james x regulus #fanfic #harry potter #regulus black #james potter #marauders era #regulus arcturus black #james fleamont potter #marauders fandom #fluff and angst

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hehadlovedthestarstoofondly · 4 years

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To Live Like A Shadow

Summary: In which Remus studies Sirius post-Azkaban and realizes that he’s got a whole lot left to give.

Post-Prisoner of Azkaban, Canon Compliant.

Since Sirius has gotten out of Azkaban, Remus spends a lot of his time watching him, waiting patiently for the signals.

The twitchiness in his hands, and the way he sometimes shivers, the way he stares at a frying pan for too long and the eggs burn and he has to start over again. How he’ll wake up from a dream, quaking, and he has to shift into his dog form, curl up at Remus's feet and sniff the air for a while, determining how hot the air is before he can get back to sleep. How he’ll see a picture of Harry and his smile will split wide and he’ll launch into how much he misses James and how he can’t wait to visit him and Lily and then the stillness that follows in the stuttered halt to the train of thought.

He thinks they’ll happen more often than they do. But still, they’re there, and Remus waits for them, patiently, agonizingly.

It doesn’t help that they’re in Grimmauld Place. Sirius needs a lot of alone time here and Remus utilizes his werewolf hearing a lot while he’s sweeping rooms for cursed objects, shaking out the curtains as he goes along and scorifying the once immaculate carpets. He watches the city go by as he kicks the gnomes out of the attic and the doxies out of the fabric of the kitchen curtains and he passes by the room with the tapestry, seeing Sirius on his knees in front of it more often than not.

Sometimes Remus wakes up and it’s a shuddered Regulus and a cold nose in the divet of his collarbone. Sometimes it’s a Moony and pitiful howl. Sometimes it’s nothing at all but the chattering of Sirius’ teeth.

He doesn’t realize how much looking out for Sirius he does until the first full moon when he can’t.

It’s bad this time. He remembers glimpses. The chilled-out forest and his snarled claws getting cut on rocks, dirt rubbing into the wounds. He runs across a fox family and snaps his jaws, the mother snarling at him. He snaps out of it long enough to turn his claws against himself, saving the creatures but leaving his ribs a shredded, bloody mess. He slices his snout on a ragged fence and the taste of blood remains on his molars for hours, bewitching him, running him ragged, toward and away from the city, from the taste of that blood, fresh from humans, sweeter than his own, tempestuous, satisfying. He’s exhausted by the end.

In the morning, when he collapses into their shared bed, he’s covered in blood, delirious with fever and rolling in and out of dreams. He wakes and he thinks he’s killed someone, the sheets pink in places and dark brown in the others, puddled with his sweat and shame. He showers and eyes the ceiling, his nose twitching at the herbal plumes of air hurtling toward him. He counts to ten, runs his hands over his ribs, feels the infected skin pull, and feels a little better.

Sirius is at the kitchen table when he slumps down there at two in the afternoon. There are three pans burned dry on the stove and Remus quietly flicks the hobs off, grabbing a cup of tea, burnt, and a slice of toast, unrecognizable. Sirius’ eyes are cold and dead. Remus tries to catch them, fails, then winces as he sits.

The hissed gasp brings Sirius back into himself and it's like watching a corpse reanimated. “Moony?” His voice is ground metal.

“I’m fine,” Remus says, wearily, quaffing the cup of tea and getting a second glass. His shirt rides up as he searches the cabinets for a container of sugar and the fabric snares one of the long, deep gashes. He needs to get it looked at but he wanted to see Black first, make sure he was alright.

“Oh Remus, what have you done to yourself?” Sirius’ voice is wet and Remus stops with his hand around a blue-tinted ceramic container. Outside, rain slashes at the windows, drowning out the hollowed-thump of Remus’ heart.

“I don’t know,” he admits, then dumps half of the amount of sugar from the container into his tea. He quaffs that glass too and has nothing to do with his hands.

He sits, then stands, then goes behind Sirius. He sniffs the nape of his neck and he knows he hasn’t showered in two days. He leads Sirius to the bathroom and turns on the shower and shoves the man inside. He’s rain-thin, barely there. Remus can relate to that, but it’s disconcerting to see it on his best mate, on his boyfriend, who used to be so full of life and jokes and kindness. He’s still that way around Harry.

Remus gets what’s left of him. He doesn’t mind though. He kinda likes the way Sirius has mellowed out, it reminds him of himself, and the dark places he’s been to, the dark places he’s fought out of. He can rescue Sirius if he tries. And that’s his intention.

He finds an expired salve in the medicine cabinet and slathers it over his ribs to keep them clean long enough for his enhanced healing to take care of them. Through the steamed mirror he can see Sirius wrap himself into a towel and press into Remus’ back.

“I missed you,” he says, kissing him on the back of his ear, where a thin scar runs from a branch he caught when he was running feral at eight during his fifth full moon.

He ignores it, in favor of scanning Sirius from top to bottom, reassuring himself that he’s alive, that he’s kept himself alive, if barely, while Remus was away.

Someday, Remus hopes Sirius will be able to do this without him. That if he messes up and gets himself killed, or imprisoned, or executed, Sirius will be okay. But that’s going to take longer than one month in a house where he was abused his whole childhood, away from the one person in the whole world that Sirius loves more than Remus.

So Remus kisses him, and leaves him to get dressed, retiring to the sitting room with a book, where he can nap lazily and watch Sirius wind himself up and stop him before he gets too entangled.

It’s a method that works, for now, and will keep working until either Sirius dies or Remus does. And that, he’s convincing himself now, won’t happen until the last sun winks into dusk at the end of the century.

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WILD

NOTES: Honestly idk what this is???? 99% of this doesn’t even relate to the lyrics anymore but my original idea was inspired by this song so I thought I’d keep them in there. Also, I’ve definitely veered from the facts a little bit in regards to things like when Sirius ran away etc. Hope you all enjoy, feedback is always appreciated and thank you for all love!! PS my requests are now open so if you’d like to see something specifically, please let me know!! (x)

SHIP: Sirius Black x Reader

DESCRIPTION: Inspired by the song Wild - Troye Sivan ft. Alessia Cara. Set in the Marauders Era. Sirius Black was the one boy your father had warned you to stay away from, but he was the one boy you were head over heels in love with.

WARNINGS: Family issues, cursing

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Trying hard not to fall On the way home You were trying to wear me down, down Kissing up on fences And up on walls On the way home I guess it's all working out, now

His lips were on yours, your back pressed firmly against the wall. Your hands were in his, fingers intertwined, pinned against the wall above your head. His lips began to kiss a trail down to your neck, your grip tightening on his hands. A soft moan escaped your lips as he nipped lightly at the skin of your neck, and as his body pressed against yours, you swore in that moment that no one could love you better than Sirius Black did.

Growing up a part of the sacred twenty-eight, Sirius Black had been apart of your life for as long as you could remember. In fact, he was a major part of your life. He was your best friend. He was everything you looked for and more, so it came as no surprise to you when you realised you were head over heels in love with him. But loving Sirius Black was complicated. He was rebellious, and he went against everything your family and his believed in when it came to blood status. It had all seemed so perfect to begin with, both families encouraging your friendship when you were younger in the hopes of the two of you carrying on the blood line someday, until one day he started to show signs of rebellion. Your father immediately told you to stay away from him, but you couldn’t. You could never stay away from him.

The cracks in your relationship with your father first began to show when you attended Hogwarts, and like Sirius, you were sorted into Gryffindor. Even a glance in Sirius’ direction at a formal dinner with the members of the sacred twenty-eight after that led to a fight and it was exhausting, but this didn’t stop your relationship with Sirius blossoming, because you had Hogwarts. When you were at Hogwarts, there was nothing in the way and you both fell madly in love with each other. He was your happiness, your home. He was your everything, and you were his. He made you feel emotions on a level you never thought possible. He made you laugh, cry, scream, shout and smile. But most of all, he made you happy. He made your happiness his first priority always, even in the little things like how he let you put your cold feet against him at night to warm them up. He loved you.

Your graduation from Hogwarts had come around a lot quicker than you would of hoped, and now you were faced with the prospect of your future. You knew what you wanted to do. You wanted to be with Sirius, and your friends, and you wanted to join the Order of the Phoenix. You wanted to fight against the infatuation with blood status, but that meant fighting against your family. You knew what the right thing to do was, but you were scared, because your family wasn’t just your father. It was your mother, who despite her beliefs, always supported you. It was complicated. And the guilt was crushing you. Sirius had wanted to run from his family for weeks, but he put it off because outside of Hogwarts, the only chance you got to see each other was at the scared twenty-eight events. It wasn’t fair to him, you knew that, and you knew it was coming to a time where you’d have to act.

But in that moment, you were in Sirius’ arms and you were enjoying every second of it. You turned your head to the side, capturing his lips with yours as he ran his hands down your arms and to the back of your thighs, lifting you up so your legs wrapped around his waist. You ran your hands through his hair, gripping on tightly as you kissed him.

“I have to go in.” You mumbled against his lips, pressing another kiss to them before you leaned your forehead against his, both of you breathing heavily.

“You don’t.” Sirius replied, and you sighed, opening your eyes and brushing some loose strands of hair back from his face.

“I do.” You repeated, resting your hand on his cheek, running your thumb along his bottom lip. He closed his eyes at the touch, and you smiled, pressing another kiss to his lips.

He sighed as he lowered you to the ground, his arms wrapping around your waist and your wrapping around his neck as you pulled him down into a hug. “Baby, you should go to James’. Leave Grimmauld Place. I don’t want to see you spending even another second there because of me.” You mumbled into the crook of his neck, your fingers beginning to play with the hair at the nape of his neck. “You shouldn’t have to put up with any of the shit there just because I haven’t built up the courage to leave yet.”

“Hey, don’t blame yourself.” He said, pulling back slightly so he could look at you, bringing a hand up to your cheek. “You’ll figure it out soon, I know you will. And it’ll all be worth it. We’ll have very day together then.”

You smiled up at him, the thought of getting to spend every day with him again as if you were back in Hogwarts filling you with hope. “You’ll be able to keep me warm at night again.” You grinned.

He snorted and kissed your forehead. “Maybe I’ll just stay at Grimmauld Place.” He teased, a smirk on his face.

You rolled your eyes and leaned up, pressing another long kiss to his lips. “I love you.” You mumbled.

“I love you.” He replied, kissing you once more. “I’ll see you soon.” He said as he stepped back.

“Can’t wait.” You grinned, and watched as he disappeared into the darkness, before beginning to make your way up to your house.

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Leave this blue neighbourhood Never knew loving could hurt this good And it drives me wild Cause when you look like that I've never ever wanted to be so bad It drives me wild You're driving me wild, wild, wild

The sight of Sirius Black in a suit was something that simply couldn’t be described in words. There was no denying that he was a handsome man, in fact, you would go as far as to say the most handsome man you had ever seen. It was just yet another reason you thanked Merlin everyday for bringing him into your life. But whenever he walked into a room in a suit, all control was lost. It took every fibre of your being not to jump him right there and then. So, when the annual sacred twenty-eight ball came around, Sirius Black and that suit were the only things that made it bearable.

Although you knew Sirius found you beautiful in absolutely anything, and was blown away by your beauty on many occasions, you really wanted to see his jaw drop that night. You picked out the most beautiful gown you could find, and spent the day perfecting your hair and makeup. You felt confident, and for once, excited to attend the event just to see the look on your boyfriends face.

As you approached the door to the extravagant ballroom behind your parents, you took a deep breathe, mentally preparing yourself to deal with the infuriation you felt every time you walked into one of these events. “Remember who you are, (Y/N).” Your father said, and you forced a nod, before he opened the door and you followed in. The greetings began almost immediately, but you drowned them out, your eyes scanning the room for the light in all the darkness, but he was nowhere to be seen.

You sighed internally and forced a smile as you began to greet people, deciding that the Black family probably just hadn’t arrived yet. As the evening went on, though, you grew more and more anxious. They were never usually late. You sat at a table with your parents as they socialised, absentmindedly picking at the finger food as your eyes stayed trained on the door. The conversation around you nothing but a mere mumble as a million thoughts of why Sirius hadn’t arrived yet rushed through your mind.

“Evening, (Y/N). Care to dance?” Lucius Malfoy’s voice cut through those thoughts, and for a moment you narrowed your eyes at him, until you felt your fathers eyes boring holes into the side of your head. Forcing a sarcastic smile, you nodded, before following him towards the floor.

“Waiting for someone?” He asked as you reluctantly began to dance with him, keeping as much distance as possible.

“Why? Is it that obvious I don’t want to dance with you?” You snapped back.

“You could have better, you know. He’s a blood traitor, fighting for the wrong side.”

“Oh, and I suppose you consider yourself to be better?”

“Of course.”

“Thank you for the input, but Sirius is ten times the man you’ll ever be. He’s even more than that. He’s perfect, and I know for a fact there’s no one even remotely better than him out there.” You replied confidently, before your eyes flicked over to the opening doors, your brows furrowing as you saw Regulus, Orion and Walburga walk through, but no sign of Sirius. You pulled away from Lucius and began to walk towards them, your actions clouded by the dread you were beginning to feel.

As you approached, Regulus stepped in front of you, guiding you away from his parents and out into a more secluded hallway.

“Where’s Sirius?” You asked him immediately, your nerves on edge with anticipation of his answer.

“He wanted me to give you this.” Regulus said as he handed you a note, and you opened it to see Sirius’ handwriting.

Love,

When you’re ready, I’ll be at James’ house. I love you.

Sirius.

You looked up at Regulus in confusion, arching at eyebrow at him as you waited for him to elaborate.

“There was a massive row. They, uh... They said and did some horrible things to him, and he left. He had given this note to me a while back in case something like this happened.” Regulus explained, and you felt anger bubbling in your stomach like you had never felt before. Before your mind had even processed it, you began to storm across the ballroom towards Sirius’ parents, your breathing heavy as you anger boiled over, ignoring the warning calls of Regulus from behind you.

“How could you?” You almost spitted out as you approached Orion and Walburga, your knuckles white as you balled your fists at either side of you. “You’re both disgusting. How could you ever treat any human being, let alone your own son, like you have all these years? It’s disgusting.”

The room began to quieten down as your voice raised, and people became aware of what was happening.

“How dare you,” Walburga began, and as you felt your fathers hard grip on your shoulder you pushed him off, the look of disgust on your face only intensifying.

“Don’t touch me.” You warned him, sending him a glare as hard as stone. You let out a breathy laugh as you looked around the room, shaking your head. “You’re all pathetic if you believe blood status makes you any less of a cruel, soulless person than you really are.” And you turned back to Walburga and Orion, shaking your head once more. “You don’t in any way deserve a son like Sirius Black. You don’t deserve such a kind, strong, brave, beautiful, loving person in your life. Despite your best efforts, you haven’t ruined him. You’ve only made him stronger.”

And before you could react, you felt the harsh sting of Walburga’s hand hitting your cheek and with one last cold glance, you disapparated from the room.

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We’re alike you and I Two blue hearts locked in our wrong minds So can we make the most out of no time? Can you hold me? Can you make me leave my demons and my broken pieces behind?

With a crack, you arrived at the street of James’ house. It was dark and empty, and you took a moment to try and slow down the thoughts buzzing through your mind. Bringing a hand up to your cheek, you winced as it stung, pulling your fingers away and sighing as you saw blood on your fingertips.

You wiped it away before you picked up your dress and began walking down the street towards James’ house, tears streamed down your cheeks as all the emotions from the night washed over you. It was overwhelming, infuriating, but as you walked down the street, you felt free. You finally felt free from the grips of your father and his pure blood mania. You finally came to the full realisation of the pain and the marks the years of living under his watch had left, because you were finally free of them.

You walked up the driveway to James’ house, knocking on the door gently. Seeing James opening it and standing there in front of you, you immediately felt a sense of comfort.

“(Y/N)? What the hell happened? Are you okay?” He said, ushering you inside and closing the door.

“Is Sirius-“ You began, but your question was cut short as you saw him walk into the hallway. Shock was written across his features as his eyes took in every inch of you, but it soon turned to concern as he spotted the cut on your cheek and the stream of tears. You took in his appearance, concern mirrored on your own face. He looked exhausted, but even with the bags under his eyes, he was still so handsome.

“This is not how I planned to look when I saw you tonight.” You said, and with the sound of your voice, he moved towards you, resting a hand on your good cheek and pressing a long, gentle kiss to your forehead.

“What happened? Who did this to you?” He asked, and you sighed, bringing your hands up to rest on either side of his waist and resting your forehead against his chest.

“I don’t think you want to know.” You mumbled, a small smile gracing your lips as you felt him press another kiss to the top of your head. Lifting your head up, you looked at him. Seeing his expression, you huffed, knowing you weren’t going to get away with not telling him. “Don’t freak out, okay? It was the ever so lovely Walburga, I-“

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” He began, a storm of anger building in his eyes.

“Babe, It’s fine. She slapped me across the face, my dead grandmother could of done worse damage than that. It’s fine.”

His features softened as he snorted in amusement at your words, and James barked a laugh from behind you. “Brilliant. I’ll go let my mum know you’re here, she’ll fix that up in no time.” James said and you smiled gratefully at him before he disappeared into another room.

After Euphemia had fixed up the cut on your cheek, you thanked her and Fleamont for letting you stay, said goodnight to James and headed up the stairs to the guest bedroom with Sirius, your fingers laced through his, his other hand holding up your dress for you as you walked. “How did I score such a gentleman?” You grinned, glancing back at him as you walked into the room and he closed the door behind the two of you.

“How did I score the most beautiful girl?” He replied, placing his hands on your waist and pulling you to him. “You look beautiful tonight. I’m sorry I wasn’t there to tell you that.”

“Don’t apologise.” You said, shaking your head as you rested your hands on his chest, absentmindedly playing with the fabric of his shirt. “I’m glad you did what you did. You couldn’t stay in that house any longer, and it was the push I needed to realise I couldn’t either.”

He smiled and leaned down, his lips meeting yours in a gentle kiss. A kiss that reassured you that you made the right decision, and that took away some of the pain of what your life had been so far. “I could kiss you all night, but I need to get out of these heels.” You mumbled, giving him another quick kiss before you turned around, pulling your hair forward as he undid the zip on your dress. Once undone, he grabbed a shirt from the bag he had brought and handed it to you, you slipped into it before sitting down on the edge of the bed and undoing your heels.

Once you were both ready, you climbed into bed next to him, facing each other as your body’s tangled together, your fingers running through his hair, his drawing circles on your back. “Are you okay? After everything?” He asked, and you smiled, nodding at him.

“I will be. Are you?”

“With you, I’ll be more than okay.” He said, and your smile only grew as you kissed him once more, feeling safe in his arms. You both had broken pieces to fix, and demons to deal with, but you know a life with Sirius by your side would be more than enough to heal you, because you knew for certain now, no one could love you better than Sirius Black.

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Marauder’s: A Naughty Fiction (Part 2)

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Requested?: No

Prompt: Y/N has always been a student at Hogwarts but has gone through her years practically unnoticed by anyone that caught her eye. This year, she expects that to change. Instead of shoving her nose between the pages of books someone will be begin to take quite the interest in her. Watch her finish off her last year of schooling while fucking around with guys along the way.

Warnings?: Mentions of sex, drugs, alcohol, extreme flirtation

Words: 1,569

It was a blinding sun which shone in through my windows, shining down on me from its reflection by the sea. A twitch of my nose and my eyes squinting open, adjusting my position to face away from the bright light.

I heard a giggle.

I flipped over in my bed my eyes now wide open, looking over to Lily’s area of the room. It was her and james, sprawled out together half naked, basking in each others presence.

“Gross.” I said, pulling the covers over my head, sighing to myself.

“Good morning princess!” James said to me, I, rolling my eyes, shoving myself deeper and deeper into my warm covers, remembering the district moaning which kept me awake all night.

“Oh, Lily!” I mocked, moaning. Them both stiffening and looking over to me under my covers.

“Oh yeah, right there James!” I yelled a little louder. I crawled out of my bed, my large shirt fanning around my thighs.

“Lily! Lily I’m about to-” I was cut off by a pillow being thrown at my face and then a strong force tackling me to the floor.

“Lily get off me this instant!” I yelled as she tickled me relentlessly, knowing all the right spots.

“You didn't hear anything!” She said to me pinning my arms down. “Understood?” She continued, cocking an eyebrow.

“Understood.” I said, she releasing me slowly. I walked toward the bathroom, and just as I turned on the shower I moaned one last time, “I love you James!” and they both raced into the bathroom after me.

It was a busy, loud morning in the great hall. Young students talked amongst themselves, getting to know each other, the older ones all reminiscing on old times. Lily, James, and I walked toward where Sirius and the others were. They both smiling, and me wearing serious bags under my eyes.

I sat down at the table in between Sirius and Remus, Lily and James sitting across from us with Peter.

“Morning.” Remus said, smiling at me, then smiling at Lily and James.

“Morning.” I said back, resting my face on my hand.

“Kept you up all night?” Sirius questioned, gesturing to Lily and James, I just nodded my head.

“Planning on doing anything about it?” He added, smirking at me.

“Killing them, or killing myself.”

“Hopefully neither.” Remus said, them both laughing.

Sirius watched you with a little light in his eyes; Your lashes fluttering up and down, your lips jutting out effortlessly, a little smirk on your face each time Potter made a joke or you thought of something humorous.

“Enjoying the view?” You asked.

“Indeed.” Sirius looked away smiling, sipping his tea. He subconsciously put his hand down atop your knee cap. You were startled at the feeling, but let it sit where it was, no harm in a little human touch, right?

Everyone continued to talk, blabbing on and on about this year's curriculum, prank ideas, and parties.

“We should have a beginning of the school year party.” Sirius blurted, obviously excited.

“Good idea.” Potter added.

“We should mix houses… no slytherins though.” Said Remus.

“Whats a party without slytherin?” You asked, biting your lip, thinking about every eligible bachelor in the house.

“No slytherins.” Sirius said, slightly angry.

“Ugh, why not?” You asked, looking up at him, pouting your lip slightly, now resting your hand on his thigh.

“Because I just don-” He said, stopping suddenly, looking at your pout then eyes flickering down to your hand, in taking a sharp breath. “I just don’t like them…” He continued, as you moved your hand higher and higher.

“Please?” You pleaded, sticking out your lip a little bit more.

“Fine.” He said, defeatedly, resting his head on his hand, you haulting your movement on his thigh, leaving it there, four inches below his crotch.

The word about the party got around, very fast. Fifth years and up we’re the only ones invited, every house, every gender, everyone. People were coming up to you frequently, knowing you had something to do with it. The Marauders Beginning of Course Party, everyone had to be there. So, countless people asked the dress code, the theme, and what to bring. Others, were asking you if you had a date, you said no each time, but you didn’t necessarily want to have one. You we’re starting to have a liking for Sirius, but you didn’t want any sort of a relationship right now. Maybe a few hookups, and it seemed tonight was a perfect night for one.

The dress code for the night was casual, so that’s an excuse for all girls to dress promiscuously, but, I had to look the best. I adorned a deep red, off the shoulder, tight crop top, exposing my belly button and cinched waist. High waisted denim jeans gripped onto my hips tightly, and exposed my curves for everyone to see. I wore standard black chuck taylor’s on my feet, I was never really one for heels. I kept my makeup minimal, and my hair was lying naturally and effortlessly around my shoulders and down my back. I was ready.

When I walked into the room not only were guys mouths watering, but girls as well. I sauntered over to the drink table and grabbed a tall, plastic cup of alcoholic butterbeer. I smiled at the warm, sugary taste at the tip of my tongue. I jumped a little when a pair of hands settled around my waist, only to push me out of the way.

“Y/N.” A familiar voice said, grabbing the same drink as I did.

“Regulus!” I yelled happily, pulling him into a hug. “Missed you!”

He smiled lightly, winking at me, kissing my cheek. You and Regulus had a thing a year back, but his mother found out about the two of you, and she was not happy about her son dating a failed Slytherin.

“And me as well, you look ravishing.” He said nicely, obviously feeling guilty for not ignoring his mother’s wishes.

You both talked back and forth to one another, but something seemed familiar about him. His eyes? No. His smirk? Yes, it was oddly similar to… And speak of the devil, a hand fell lightly on your shoulder, moving to your waist.

“Evening Y/N.” Sirius whispered into your ear, gripping tightly onto you.

“Sirius.” Regulus said in disgust, eyeing him up and down.

“Oh, hello Regulus, didn’t see you there, introducing yourself to Y/N?” He asked cockily, giving him back the same glare.

Sirius straightened his posture, shoving his hand into your back pocket, practically having a staring contest with his, as you’ve figured out, brother.

“I could ask you the same Sirius, but alas, me and Y/N already know each other very well.” He said back, putting emphasis on the ‘very’.

Sirius stiffened, and brought you even closer to himself.

“Do you now?” He asked, glaring at him.

You decided to interrupt the two, not wanting anything to have to go down between the two of them.

“Oh Sirius, me and Regulus used to date a while ago, nothing serious though.”

“Obviously not.” He countered. His eyes like daggers burning into him.

Regulus stiffened up, “Well, I’ll just be going.”

“Sounds like a good idea.” Sirius says back.

After he’s left and Sirius is done staring him down, he smiles at you, giggling slightly.

“Jealous are we?” I asked, teasing him.

“Pshh, no!” He said, undeniably trying to hide the fact.

You rolled your eyes, and grabbed his hand, finding the rest of your friends and sitting down on the couch.

Sirius places you atop his lap, resting his head on your shoulder, as everyone in the circle passed around a slim joint. You liked it, him wrapped around you, but still you felt as if he was getting more attached to you than you were to him, and this year was your year for messing around.

He shoved his head into your neck slightly.

“Sirius, that tickles!” You squealed, and he just burrowed further in.

His hands wrapped around your waist, protectively, his lips pressing tenderly to your neck.

The joint was passed to you, you looked down at it with concern and question. You relaxed into Sirius, and took a deep inhale. You grabbed his face from your neck, and released the smoke into his mouth. His eyes widened, but he blew the smoke off to the side. He looked into your eyes, and you looked into his, and your lips slowly collided into one another, moving in synch.

You tasted the bitterness of the weed, and the sweetness of the butter beer. His tongue inside your mouth, sweeping along the insides of your cheeks, massaging your tongue with his. He reached his hand up to your cheek as you wrapped your arm around his neck, pulling at the hair at the nape.

“Gross.” You heard Potter say, Lily grabbing his face and kissing him as well.

Remus and Peter looked at each other sadly, and wrapped themselves into each other's embrace.

The party was dying down, Remus lay completed stoned, sprawled out along the floor. Peter was asleep on the couch and Lily and Potter had made their way up to your room sometime ago. You and Sirius sat on the couch, enjoying each other's presence. Then, you stood up, a cocky smirk on your face, your eyes droopy and red. You old him to lead you up to his room.

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