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allyeardepression · 14 days

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@jegulus-microfic | april 16 embarrass | words: 1,3k

this one is a lighter version of what happened to me during easter lol enjoy;3

tw: blood, hospital, stitches, needles, accident

part two

Regulus went out with Barty and Evan—nothing new.

They drank—also nothing new.

The fact that Regulus had forgotten how to ride a bike, however, was new.

Everyone always says you can’t forget how to ride a bike, and maybe it’s true, but when you do it for the first time in almost two years while drunk, it turns out to be quite hard.

The first few minutes were okay; he was a bit wobbly, but he managed to ride on his own. The problem started as they passed the old shrine. It was placed on a sharp turn, and Regulus, instead of turning left as he should, started turning right. He could see the bike hitting the curb and the pavement getting closer and closer with every passing second. Alright, he thought, I’m going to hit it. He didn’t even try to pull out his hands to cushion the fall; he just flew like a log on his face.

Regulus lay there for a few seconds, hearing his friends laughing behind him, and then started laughing himself. He stood up, dusted off his trousers, and touched his chin. There was a hole in it; Regulus could feel it.

“Hey, does it look bad?” He turned to face his friends, and that’s when he felt a thick liquid rolling down his neck.

“Reg, that looks fucking awful; we’re going to the hospital,” Evan said firmly, taking Regulus’ hand and leading him to sit a bit further from the road.

“Show me,” he said, laughing lightly, because what else has he left?

Barty snorted, taking his phone out and, a second later, blinding Regulus with its flash. When he saw the photo, he just started laughing harder.

“Oh fuck, I look so bad; we should call Pandora,” he choked out, trying to keep the wound closed (he didn’t manage it).

A few minutes later, Panda’s old peugeot stopped next to them. The girl grabbed his face and started cleaning it with wet wipes, mumbling how irresponsible Regulus is.

“Hold it,” she commended sternly. “You had one job, one, and still failed at it,” Pandora turned to address all three giggling boys. “Take his bike; I’ll text when we’re at the hospital.”

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“Regulus, I swear to god, if you don’t shut up, I will—oh, thank fuck, take him away from me, please,” Pandora said to someone behind him. As Regulus turned around, he felt cured right then and there, because in front of him stood the most beautiful man he’s ever seen, with his messy curls, golden skin, and that stunning smile.

The man chuckled, and that’s when Regulus realised his jaw had gone slack.

“Are you Regulus?” the man asked.

“Are you God?” Reg replied before he could stop himself. Mr. Beautiful started straight out laughing at that.

“Well, I’m your doctor, so kinda? I guess?” The doctor answered, inviting Regulus to the treatment room. “What happened?”

Regulus considered all of his options: tell the truth and sound like an alcoholic who gets himself into accidents, or come up with some lie.

Because he didn’t feel like he could come up with a good one, Regulus chose the first option.

“Oh, I’m going to embarrass myself as fuck,” he giggled, while the doctor, whose name he couldn’t quite read from the name tag on his scrubs, started cleaning the wound. “Wait, can you—can you stop moving for a second?” The doctor did what he was asked to do. Regulus reached for the little piece of plastic attached to the pocket on the doctor's chest and finally got what he wanted. Letting go of the man’s clothing, Regulus continued, “So, James, did your parents teach you how to ride a bike?”

The doctor, James, snorted, “Yes, Regulus, they taught me how to ride a bike; why?”

“Well, I thought mine did too, but today I realised they did a shitty job at it.” James erupted into laughter, taking a step back from Regulus. “What? I mean it! Look, if they taught me better, I probably wouldn’t be here!”

“That, or if you drank a little less,” the taller man huffed, coming back closer to Regulus. He knew the doctor was right, but he still felt the need to roll his eyes.

After a few minutes, James told him it looked really bad and they would need to stitch him up.

“If you're afraid I'll disfigure your face for the rest of your life, I can call someone else,” Regulus heard, and he responded with a dismissive hand gesture.

“Stitch away; I don’t mind. Besides, scares are kinda badass,” another round of chuckles.

“Alright, just don’t make me laugh while I do it, or you really will look bad when I’m done.”

Regulus could hear some metal things clicking against each other and could feel the fear creeping up his neck. He started scraping the nail polish off his nails, waiting for the worst. James must’ve noticed somehow, because he asked if Regulus felt alright.

One moment Regulus was staring at the overhead lamp, and the next there was a blue cloth covering his face.

“What the fuck?” he grumbled, grabbing at it. “Take it off; I can’t see shit.”

He could hear James sighing, and then his face came back into view. Regulus couldn’t help but smile at the sight.

“If you weren’t so funny, I would put them all on you,” the other man muttered, throwing away the blue thing. “Okay, since you’re under the influence, I can’t administer local anaesthesia, but you have enough piercings to know the feeling.”

“Yeah, and I certainly do not do them for the feeling,” he mumbled, putting his hands underneath his buttocks.

James grabbed a needle with medical thread already pulled through it. He lowered himself closer to Regulus’ face and looked up into his eyes.

“Ready?”

“I will never be, so just go. Please,” was all Regulus could choke out while looking into those deep hazel eyes that crinkled at the response, probably from the smile hidden under the mask.

James looked back down at Reg’s chin and placed the needle in the wound area. As it went in and out, creating the first stitch, Regulus could feel a tear rolling down his temple.

“You okay?” James asked, looking into his eyes again. This time, only a whimper came out of Regulus. “Don’t worry, just one more,” the doctor said in a soothing tone, his eyes softening.

The second time was the same yet worse—Regulus wanted to run as he felt the needle just near his face.

After that, James cleaned him up again and gave him instructions on how to treat the wound.

“See you in two weeks; I’ll take them off,” he said, handing the discharge from the hospital to Regulus.

I’m drunk, Reg thought to himself. If it goes south, I can blame it on the vodka.

“Why not in two days?” he said out loud.

James looked at him, puzzled. “Excuse me?”

Regulus cleared his throat. “Why wait two weeks when we can see each other sooner?”

“I can’t take the stitches sooner then—"

“Not to take off the stitches, doctor,” he said, smirking slightly.

James eyes went wide. For a moment that felt like hours, they sat in silence, just looking at each other, waiting.

When the silence stretched out a bit more, Regulus decided to abort the mission.

“You know what? I’m drunk; I should just—"

“Does Tuesday at 8:00 sound good?” James said at the same time. It took Regulus a few seconds to register what he just heard, but when it finally got to him, he positively beamed at James.

“Yeah,” he said, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “Yes, that sounds lovely.”

#jegulus #dead gay wizards #starchaser #sunseeker #james potter #james x regulus #regulus black #jegulus microfic #marauders #the marauders #doctor!james #drunk regulus #modern au #by: allyeardepression #1k words or more

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anauro · 2 years

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Drugs and surgical scrubs ch21 snippet ❤️‍🔥🎃

James sighed and took a step closer to Regulus, leaning his back against the wall.

“Reggie.”

“Jamie,” Regulus replied in a playful tone.

James shook his head and tapped his thigh.

“Give me your leg,” he ordered. “I’ll take them off for you.”

Regulus raised his head to flash James a sassy grin before lifting his left leg and placing it on James’ thigh.

#drugs and surgical scrubs #dass #jegulus fanfiction #jegulus #ch21 #dass update #slutty powerpuffs #drunk regulus

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the-original-gays · 3 months

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James, drunk: HAS ANYONE SEEN MY BOYFRIEND?!

Stranger: What does he look like?

James, bursting into tears: BEAUTIFUL!

#harry potter series #marauders era #the marauders #the marauders era #marauders #james potter #regulus black #jegulus #james x regulus #regulus x james #starchaser #sunseeker #james is a loud emotional drunk

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we-r-loonies · 2 months

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james: i wasn't even that drunk! i was barely tipsy!

regulus: sweetheart, you sent me a voice message and got upset when i didnt say "i love you" back.

#ib: me and my bf.#i was drunk and sending him voice notes from the bath #the marauders #jegulus #james potter #starchaser #regulus black #marauders

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causereyna-artie · 3 months

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Just incase you're having a bad day, I want you to know that in some universe Fleamont Potter is probably throwing it back Desi drunk dad style at a jegulus wedding

#fleamont potter #desi james potter #regulus black #jegulus #james potter #you haven't left lived if you haven't seen your drunk indian uncle trying to screw on hypothetical lightbulbs #wolfstar #desi dads #also effie joining him and them having one of those moments by #oh shit #i have to write a ff now #*sigh*

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that-bitch-kat3 · 1 year

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Marauders era characters as shit my sister has said to me prt 1

sirius: regulus, you’ve always been like a brother to me

regulus: i don’t mean to alarm you but i am your brother

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myheadisemptyffonly · 1 year

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Jegulus completely drunk at a party:

Regulus: What's your type?

James: I have a boyfriend.

Regulus: So what's your type then?

James: My boyfriend.

Regulus: And what does he looks like?

James: He looks like my boyfriend.

Regulus: So what would you rate me out of ten?

James: Um, i can't do that.

Regulus: Can't rate me at all?

James: Can't rate you at all.

Regulus: What would you rate your boyfriend out of ten?

James: He broke my scale, cause he's so beautiful.

#marauders #harry potter #regulus black #marauders headcanon #james potter #jegulus #regulus arcturus black #regulus deserved better #marauders era #james is a simp #james is the sun #Regulus is just as drunk and started crying because he's not James' boyfriend #Sirius had to explain that he is in fact James' boyfriend

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dorcasmckinnonn · 7 months

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dorcas gets happy drunk, and ppl could tell bc she was never this fucking nice. pandora gets angry drunk, and ppl could tell bc she was never this fucking mean. regulus gets sad drunk, and ppl could tell bc he never shows this much emotion, WAIT IS REGULUS BLACK CRYING.

barty gets reckless drunk, and ppl can't tell the difference.

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bimoonphases · 29 days

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@wolfstarmicrofic March 31 – prompt 31: Veritaserum – word count 383

Veritaserum - Forces the taker to tell the truth

It had been Peter’s idea to pinch a vial of Veritaserum from Slughorn’s supply room and use it to make the spin the bottle Sirius had requested for his birthday a bit more interesting. Even Remus had agreed to play, and they had been going around the circle of people Sirius had invited for quite some time now. So far, a lot of crushes from their first years at Hogwarts had been revealed, Peter had managed to make Evan Rosier blush, Mary had very candidly said she regretted never having gotten the chance to sleep with Remus, Regulus was learning way too much about his brother’s sex life and Barty had propositioned pretty much everyone at least twice. Still, James’s original plan, to somehow push Sirius and Remus to confess their undying love for each other and put everyone else who had to deal with their longing stares and complete lack of action on both parts out of their misery, wasn’t working as well as he had hoped. It was Lily’s turn again to spin and the bottle ended up pointing at Remus.

“I had a crush on you in first year and actually fantasised about our wedding,” she said really fast, blushing furiously.

This time, James knew Sirius had reached his breaking point a couple of seconds before he snapped.

“Are you all in love with Moony?” he exclaimed.

James opened his mouth, but Regulus was faster.

“I don’t know,” he said, looking his brother in the eye. “Are you?”

“Of course I am, what stupid question is that?” Sirius blurted out.

A stunned silence followed, only broken by James and Peter high-fiving.

“You what?” Remus said in a strangled voice.

“I… Fuck,” Sirius groaned, hiding his face in his hands.

No one moved or spoke for some minutes, so James rolled his eyes. It seemed the job wasn’t quite done after all.

“I think he said he’s in love with you, Moony,” he paused then went for the kill. “Aren’t you too?”

“Of course I’m love with hi-”

Remus clamped a hand over his mouth as Sirius looked up from his hands.

“You are?”

Remus just nodded and Sirius shifted closer, delicately peeling his hand away from his mouth before leaning in and kissing him. The Common Room erupted in cheers.

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astridblavk · 1 month

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If you're not reading new story then what are you doing?!?!

The people dancing in the club didn't pay any attention to them as they slowly made their way towards the exit, one practically hanging on the other. After a few minutes, they left the crowded room, stepping out onto a slightly less crowded lawn. Regulus leaned his back against the cold building walls, catching his breath heavily and allowing the pain to play havoc with his body. James stood before him, observing the torture painted on his face, knowing full well that he couldn't do anything about it. And that awareness tore him apart from the inside with its sharp claws.

"You okay?" he asked when the younger boy's breathing calmed down a bit. Regulus nodded in response, but he didn't have the strength to give him a verbal answer. "Sirius and the others should be around here somewhere. I don't know if you want to see them now, so..." unfortunately, he didn't even get to finish that thought.

"Reggie?!" a worried cry came from behind James. He immediately turned to locate the older Black, spotting him less than twenty meters away, heading quickly in their direction. Behind him, the rest of their friends followed, but before they could get closer to the remaining two, Sirius halted them with a single hand gesture. "Bloody hell, Reg, what happened to you? You look terrible! And what's on your neck?!" he asked, his concern growing second by second. "James, what happened to him?!" he turned to his friend, but his gaze remained fixed on the younger sibling.

"Padfoot, first of all, calm down. We have everything under control. My parents are on their way..." he explained, also looking around to make sure they weren't making too much of a scene. At one point, his gaze fell on the tall twenty-something. The same one Regulus had been sitting with at the bar. The same one who was now causing Regulus so much pain. "Pads, watch over Regulus for a moment for me," he suddenly said seriously, still glaring at the guy. "I need to take care of something."

I really need your feedback as I'm not sure what to think about it!!!

#fanfic #marauders #ao3 #harry potter #ao3 fanfic #james potter #regulus black #james x regulus #jegulus #lgbtq #don't worry #they're okay #remus lupin #remus x sirius #sirius black #drunk regulus #sirius and regulus #james is a simp #regulus hates himself

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elilelibeli · 23 days

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Reggies drunk craving

Sound of their front door wakes James up. He turns on the lamp next to the couch and sees Reg taking off his shoes.

“Hi love” he ask while yawning.

“Hi Jamie” Regulus smiles at him, “why aren’t you asleep?” he asks slurring.

“Wanted to wait, how was your night?” James gets up to kiss him. Regulus melts in his boyfriend’s touch.

“Great! They played so much Rihanna, I haven’t danced that much in a very long time.” he says in between small kisses. “You can go up and I’ll be right up with you” he says smiling at his boyfriend’s childlike yawn.

James steals one more quick peck and heads up the stairs lazily. He is about to go into the bedroom when he hears a loud curse.

“Reg, love what’s going on” he calls.

“James, where are my leftover noodles” Regulus whines, closing the fridge door with a loud bang. “Did you eat them?”

“Baby, the noodles from last weekend?” He asks and chuckles at his boyfriend’s eager nod.

“No I didn’t eat them Reggie, they were old, I threw them away”

“You threw my noodles away?”

“Yes love, the veggies had mold on them”

“But I wanted to eat the noodles. That’s the only thing I craved in the cab. I was sitting and thinking about those noodles and I really..” Reg can’t finish his sentence because he is crying. He is actually crying about the noodles, big tears and full pout crying.

James can’t help himself but laugh. His boyfriend is standing in the kitchen at 3 am, crying because of the noodles with a lip quiver and that adorable, little pout.

“James, do not laugh! This is not funny you threw away my noodles” Reg says putting his hands on his hips.

“Come on baby, they had gone bad. Go up, try to take those glitters off and I’ll order you some”James pulls him by his belt loop and tries to kiss him. Reg is pretending to be upset but still smiles against James’s lips. He heads up to the bathroom happily.

Last thing Regulus remembers is going upstairs to get ready for bed. Now he wakes up because of a loud bang from the kitchen. He quickly goes down to see what’s going on.

“Jamie, are you okay?”

“Shit, did I wake you up? sorry love I dropped a lid” James answers. James who is standing in front of a stove, stirring a big pot of noodles at 4:30 in the morning.

“Jamie what are you doing?”

“The noodle place you like was not open when I tried to order, so I figured I’d try and make you some.” James was smiling at him “we ran out of spring onions but I think it will be okay”

“You made me noodles.” Regulus is staring at him, his mouth fully open.

“Yeah?!”

“Well.. Jamie is 4:30 in the morning”

“Yes but you were craving them, weren’t you?” James asks while getting a bowl from the cupboard.

Regulus is still standing. He cannot believe that he is not even surprised. Of course this is what James would do, he would stay up all night to wait for him and then cook him a stupid drunk craving at 4 in the morning. He is standing there and he is not even surprised that this is happening because things like this happen to him now. And he suddenly realizes the size of luck and happiness he has are unmeasurable, because he is used to things like this. He gets to receive James’s huge love and exist with this much kindness. He realizes how truly happy he is and how he would do anything to always be this warm from James.

As if something nudged him, Regulus moves suddenly, hugging, or more like jumping on his boyfriend’s back like a mad man. “You are going to marry me, right?” he asks with an extremely serious tone.

James turns around. He is smiling with his whole face, dimples on his cheeks, crinkles around his sweet, sweet brown eyes. He laughs with his loud laugh that Regulus prefers over any symphony he has ever heard.

“Right, of course, of course I will Reggie. I would do it right now if I could” he answers, with sincerity in his voice.

“Right, okay, good, perfect” Regulus answers, unable to form a coherent sentence after having every single cell in him injected with overdose of love. He kisses his, apparently very soon to be husband on his cheek and grabs a hot bowl of what he thinks will be the most delicious noodles in the world from his hands. He is happy truly, truly happy.

#jegulus #cooking noodles apparently gets you a proposal #reggies drunk craving #james potter #regulus black #marauders #dead gay wizards #regulus black loves Rihanna!

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kuswanrudi · 9 days

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"Howdy to everyone!"

-Bunny Bunny-

Some Bunny Bunny appreciation because of her scenes in the event 1.5 "Revival of the Uluru Games"

#reverse: 1999 #reverse 1999 #reverse 1999 bunny bunny #r1999 #fanart #regulus deserved better #Lmao her appearance here was to be drunk and burn alive #Regulus #I post mostly on X nowadays

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crimsonlovebartylus · 2 days

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while in vegas, regulus and barty would get drunk ane after get married at the graceland chapel. <3

#im lowkey drunk #but bartylus vegas wedding #bartylus #regulus black #barty crouch jr #the marauders #harry potter #marauders #dead wizards from the 70s #barty and regulus are soulmates #gay dead wizards

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sommerregenjuniluft · 2 months

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@jegulus-microfic 21, 23, 24 feb - attack, alley, hungry - 1786 words - cw: blood (nothing violent though)

1920s New Orleans vampires <3 [part 1 vampire microfic, happens after this in the timeline though]

James flashes a blinding grin at the giggling young women he lets out the door before he ducks in after they’re gone. He nudges his glasses up his nose and straightens his fitted waist coat for the Christ knows how many-th time, sucking in a steadying breath as he lets his eyes sweep over the inside of the bar room.

He can do this.

He can hunt, it’s in his nature now—Barty had said so. Besides, James has always prided himself with his chivalry and charm, and now that it’s only amplified he should have no issues chatting an unsuspecting, innocent person up and taking them somewhere more private for James to be able to feed without getting caught.

The thought alone makes his teeth itch horribly and James slides his tongue along his fangs behind his lips before he makes his way farther inside.

James stops for a drink at the bar and then settles in one of the corners, slowly nursing his glass of whiskey as he browses the crowd for possible prey.

The dark-skinned woman under the spotlight is gorgeous as she sings into the microphone, golden band with white and emerald feather adorning her curly haired head.

None of the people enjoying the show spring into James’ eye, not one poor soul piquing his interest.

That is until James’ eyes settle against the other side of the room where a young man is propped against the railing of the elevated patio section of the establishment, not even pretending to watch the singer as he lazily swirls the dark liquid in his tumbler with slow circles of his wrist.

His suit is sleek and expensive looking, snug against his lean body. The pants fitted and hinting with stripes, and a plain, black fly sitting impeccably against the collar of his throat. The waistcoat seems to be velvet and there’s a silver chain disappearing into one of the pockets, evidence of what is most likely a pocket watch in the value of James’ monthly rent.

What makes James’ breath catch though is the inherent beauty of the man. Porcelain skin, perfectly rosy lips, a jawline that could cut glass and the lightest eyes James has ever seen. Unlike most men, he didn’t slick his hair back, instead choosing to wear his natural curls though they look artfully perfect like he spent hours in front of the mirror tugging each and every one neatly into place, even the one falling into his forehead, right over dark brows. Especially that one.

Before James realizes the man moves to straighten up, gaze drifting farther back into the room and snagging suddenly when he catches James already looking his way.

He keeps the eye contact up challengingly for a dragging moment and James slips into a grin, letting his head loll back and to the side against the wall. James watches the stranger’s gaze wander lower shamelessly, making his upper lip twitch with the desire to sink his teeth through pale skin and muscle.

The other man seems to be making a tch sound before turning and sauntering away but not without throwing another glance at James over his shoulder.

Oh, and how James likes them feisty. Always has.

He pushes off the wall in an instant and follows the dark head of curls through a curtain of beads leading into a random, dimly lit hallway. When James steps into it, it’s empty, obviously leading towards another room, door is open and letting James glimpse several pool and poker tables.

His teeth throb with the promise of being able to feed again as he steers for the room, though James draws up short at an alcove right next to the threshold where the man now leans.

“Looking for something?” he drawls, a strange expression on his face and James momentarily wonders if the veins around his eyes are showing without him realizing. He’s seen them pop out occasionally in the mirror when he’s particularly hungry.

Still, his mouth tugs into an easy grin as he steps closer, “Think I just found it.”

One eyebrow arches, “Did you now?”

“Mhm.”

“And what would that be?” he tips his chin up with arrogance. James wants to devour him.

But first, manners, ”Your name.”

“Regulus,” the beautiful stranger answers and James feels spit pooling under his tongue with the urge to taste him. Regulus links his hands behind his back, neck tilting to the side when James doesn’t continue, “Just that?”

Now James definitely can feel his eyes morphing. “And a little donation,” he replies, voice rough, then more darkly, “Don’t scream, don’t be scared. Everything is alright.”

“It is,” the other replies and James’ mouth tugs harder at the corners, mouth opening.

An excited chuckle punches out of him as he closes the distance, cradling the man’s jaw gently and exposing his fangs to the humid air.

It happens quickly after that.

“Fool,” he hears, a hair width before James’ teeth would have been grazing skin, and then his back is pushed into the unforgiving wall, hard stone cracking under the inhuman force of the shove and James groans. Hisses at the intake when he feels the entire length of his spine give a throb.

James‘ lurches forward instinctively, a feral snarl ripping from his throat and then he blinks when he stares back into Regulus’ unbearably pretty face marred by the same intense bloodshot eyes and violet pulsing veins. His fangs a pearly white and so long it makes James draw in a shuddering breath.

He feels that by the strong forearm still pressing into his chest and James licks his lips, stunned and breathless, “Oh, hi.”

Something blooms in his chest, unfurling and making him feel even more drawn to the other man, inexplicably reeled in, much more intensely than before.

Regulus simply rolls his eyes before pressing off him and James already mourns the contact. Craves it. Wants it back desperately, hunger and bloodthirst completely forgotten.

He’s about to open his mouth when the other vampire beats him to it, eyes narrowed calculatingly, “What is your name?”

“James,” he answers eagerly.

Something flits over Regulus’ expression for a fleeting moment and with that he turns on his heel, “Follow me.”

James blinks, shakes his head and quickly catches up to Regulus’ fast strides. His legs are miles long and James can’t quite help himself when his gaze wanders below the hem of his jacket for a few moments.

Regulus takes the few steps to the patio two at a time and James follows dutifully, taking in the lounge with wide eyes. The multiple plush armchairs and loveseats, couples entwined in each other or people talking animatedly, coy grins on their faces.

Regulus comes to a halt near the spot James first found him, a curvy woman in a knee long dress perched on the legs of a man, obscured by the woman’s curls.

“Crouch,” Regulus says pointedly, no nonsense. Right before kicking a man in the shins.

An annoyed sound, “What?” and then James’ knees nearly buckle when he smells blood.

“That one seem familiar to you?” Regulus bites out, placing a possessive hand on the back of James’ neck.

James’ mouth drops open around a quiet sound, skin prickling intensely at the contact and sending a strong tremor through his whole body.

The man lifts his face from where he was immersed, head tipping back and suddenly James is face to face with Barty, a trail of blood dripping down his chin again. Just like when he first found him a few weeks ago.

He cocks his head with a chuckle, curiously eyeing the hold the older vampire has on James. He absentmindedly licks a drop of blood from the woman’s neck, and James keens, before Barty gives a feeble shrug, grin unbearable smug. “I might.”

“Oh, you might?” Regulus spits.

James goes a little rigid at his tone, insides fluttering.

He steps forward, tugging James right with, “Barty, why does he smell like mine?”

James’ jaw drops, head whipping around and staring at Regulus’ side profile. A silent moment goes by, neither of them budging and then Barty’s brows knit with suspicion, “Like yours?”

“Yes, like mine, you fucking idiot,” he snarls and James shivers from where the other vampire’s fingers clench. “You sired him!”

Barty levels him with a look, “I sired him…to you?”

“Well, I sure as hell didn’t do it,” Regulus snaps back.

“What’s going on now?” another voice says and James swivels his head to watch a tall blonde man sidling up to them, whiskey in hand and eyeing them all warily.

With a sigh Barty mumbles something to the woman in his lap, wiping messily at the wound on her neck before tugging her scarf back in place and sending her on her way.

“Barty’s gone and sired someone,” Regulus replies and James can’t help but be endeared by the petulant tone and pouty twist of his mouth. He looks so put together and intimidating it’s just sort of…cute like that. Ridiculously cute, really.

“What?” the blonde blurts. His features harden immediately, snapping around at James like he’s going to rip his heart out of his chest right then and there.

In a split second Barty is up and holding him back with a palm against his sternum, “To Regulus, Evan, not to me.”

Evan, apparently, rips his eyes away from James, gaze boring instead into Barty’s face, restlessly searching for something as his chest heaves heavily.

Barty tugs his lower lip between teeth, taking him in appreciatively, “Pipe down, loverboy.”

The blonde bats Barty’s hand away with a sneer, poising himself before he turns back to Regulus. “How’s that even possible though?”

Regulus shoulders slump with a shrug—James hadn’t even realized how rigid he had gotten. Or when he had stepped in front of him.

Barty throws an arm around Evan’s shoulder lazily, making a dismissive sound, “Dorcas’ll figure it out for us. She always does.”

“I hope you’re right,” Regulus says, turning a glance over his shoulder and James follows it to see the attention directed towards the pretty singer from before.

A touch at his elbow has him turning back though and Regulus is suddenly much closer than before. “In the meantime,” he starts, lips spreading into a predatory smirk that has James suppressing a noise deep in his throat, “I bet you’re hungry, aren’t you?”

He nods stupidly, hands itching to reach out and swaying in again.

Regulus hums appreciatively, hooking a finger into James’ belt loop to tug once, and then promptly swivels, expecting to be followed.

James doesn’t miss the risen eyebrows and surprised expressions on the other two faces as he passes them.

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