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resist - @jegulus-microfic - word count: 153
James was not subtle.
As his best friend, Sirius knew it better than anyone.
So when James fell for Regulus, it wasn't exactly difficult to tell. He was all heart eyes and falling over his words; grand gestures of 'friendship' and over-the-top gifts and compliments.
It was almost funny that James thought Sirius didn't know, actually.
It was cute. Most of the time. A mooning James was a happy James, and a flustered Regulus was entertaining, to say the least. But sometimes...
"Oi! Regulus! I like your hair! It's looking particularly...black today!" James called across the Great Hall, face screwed up in genuine adoration and confusion at his own words.
Regulus blinked and narrowed his eyes. "Thanks, Potter," he muttered, turning away. But Sirius caught the pink that poured over his face.
Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, Sirius just sat at the table and ate his dinner. Fucking oblivious idiots.
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theprongspotter · 2 days
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James: I brought you flowers.
Regulus: For what?
James: There has to be a reason?
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c: @writers-potion
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moonyrab · 16 hours
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Regulus and Sirius
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isabel-lillah · 12 hours
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april 20 - prompt: green - @jegulus-microfic - word count: 204
"What's your favourite colour?" James and Regulus were, as usual, sitting at the top of the astronomy tower when Regulus asked.
James laughed at the randomness of the question: "What? Why do you ask?"
Regulus stopped looking out the window in favour of turning to James. The older boy smiled at the ease with which the Slytherin was there, at the moment. He used to be so tense and short worded, James worried he would never manage to get behind the carefully built walls Regulus normally hides behind. And yet here they are, just a few months later, talking about colours.
"We always talk about the depressing stuff, I don't know the random details about you. Come on, what's your favourite colour?"
He's right, of course. Them talking started with James trying to crack through the mask of Regulus Black and continued with Reg trying to crack through James's walls.
They just skipped the stage of talking about stuff like favourite colours.
"Green. The deep forest kind, you know what I mean?"
Regulus turned his head back towards the Forbidden forest: "Yeah, I do. It's soothing. The same way dark blue is. The deep ocean blue kind."
"Your favourite?"
The younger teen smiled: "Yeah."
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i'm out here living in regulus-nation, population of one, practicing regulus-ism, fighting for his majesty the Little King, Regulus Black second of his name. i'm in the trenches fighting for his rights! his rule!
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ilcuoredinchiostro · 2 days
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hear me out, marauders as my music taste
(yes, you can judge me)
remus as Hozier (David Bowie was too obvious)
sirius as Lana Del Rey
james as Queen
peter as The Smiths
regulus as Boygenius
evan as Tame Impala
barty as Deftones
pandora as Troye Sivan
dorcas as Arctic Monkeys
marlene as TV Girl
lily as Fleetwood Mac
mary as Taylor Swift
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florsial · 5 hours
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fanfic idea where Regulus is declared missing, then presumed dead. So James, ever the loving husband/widower, decides to get over his grief to do the one thing Regulus never got to do: to translate, edit, and publish his French poems.
However, as he gets further and further into the notebooks of poetry. James notices that it almost tells a story when he realizes each poem is giving a clue to what truly happened to Regulus
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lulublack90 · 1 day
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Prompt 24 - Camp
@jegulus-microfic April 24, Word count 583
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Regulus leaned his forehead against the lower bar of the Astronomy Towers railing. It was pretty superfluous as there was some sort of air charm that gently lifted whatever had fallen over the edge of the tower back up. He supposed it was there for the more nervous astronomers. 
His thoughts were still swirling with what had happened earlier. He’d had to escape up here when Evan and Barty banged their way into the dorm, disrupting his spiralling thoughts. 
He banged his head against the bar. 
“Stupid, stupid, stupid. It just had to be him, didn’t it? Like he hasn’t ruined enough of my life, now he has to poke his nose into my love life as well!” It wasn’t that Regulus didn’t find James attractive. He was there was no denying that, but Sirius had picked him over Regulus. The second Sirius had gotten onto that train and been separated from Regulus, James Potter had snapped him up, and they’d been lost to each other. 
His head whipped around when he caught the sound of a stumbled step. There was nothing there. He raised his wand. “Who’s there?” He asked the darkness. Silence. “If you don’t leave now, you will regret it!” He hissed. 
James Potter stepped impossibly out of the shadows. There was nowhere he could have been hidden, but yet he’d been there. “What are you doing here?” He snarled. He wasn’t prepared for this. He hadn’t had time to school his emotions. 
“Same as you probably. Sometimes I come here to think.” James replied, shrugging. 
“More likely you’re waiting on some poor foolish girl to meet you up here for a snog.” He scoffed. James actually laughed at him. He reached up and rubbed the back of his neck, grinning goofily at Regulus.
“Contrary to popular belief, I’ve never snuck up here to kiss people. In fact,” James’s expression changed. His face flushed with embarrassment. “I’ve never kissed anyone before.” Regulus felt his jaw drop. 
“Not anyone?!” Why was he asking?! Pull yourself together, Regulus Arcturus Black! James gave a half-shrug.
“Nope. I was saving myself for someone, but I think I’m going to give up on her. No point waiting for something that’s never going to happen.”
“That almost sounded smart,” Regulus smirked at him. This had to be the most they’d ever spoken to each other. He’d, however, had plenty to say about James behind his back. 
“Gee, thanks.” James chuckled merrily. “Room for one more?” He continued, pointing at the lengthy space beside Regulus. 
“No, there is not.” Regulus scowled and turned away. 
He breathed in sharply through his nose when he heard James’s footsteps growing nearer and caught the movement out of the corner of his eye of him sitting down a few feet away and facing out into the night air. 
“So why have you set up camp here then?” James asked the stars. 
“That is absolutely none of your business.” He took James's lead and spoke out to the starlit sky. 
The wind picked up, rustling James’s hair before it made its way to Regulus, bringing with it that tantalising scent of cedar, summer days and bergamot. He couldn’t help it. He inhaled greedily. Something in James’s eyes flickered, but it was gone so fast Regulus couldn’t make it out. 
James didn’t speak again after that. They sat quietly, staring up at the twinkling stars, silently letting that breeze tease them over and over again until they turned together and their eyes met.  
Do we want another part? Let me know.
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orchideous-nox · 2 days
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freezing while he's showering - Jegulus One-Shot
This is my first time writing a NSFW Jegulus fic with trans Regulus and this song just felt so right for them!!
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digital-kam · 15 hours
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where can i read crimson rivers? i searched on ao3 but nothing comes up in english pls help
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camp - @jegulus-microfic - word count: 348
When Regulus had agreed to go camping with Sirius and his mates, he had not realized what he would be signing up for.
He had anticipated idiocy and ridiculousness and liberal amounts of alcohol. He'd even thought ahead enough to realize that Sirius and Remus would be sharing a tent, which might lead to some very awkward situations. What was more, he'd even taken the time to process how torturous it would be to see James Potter shirtless, swimming at the lake by their camp site. He knew he would have to resist moaning out loud when he saw the way rivulets of water cascade over caramel skin when James dove in to cool himself off.
He was prepared for that.
But he was not prepared when Sirius announced: "Alright, guys! I'm sharing with Remus, Marlene and Dorcas, Lily and Pandora, James and Reggie!"
The announcement made him choke on his own spit. But he should have known- what with Pettigrew coming down with Dragon Pox last-minute, it made sense to put Lily and Pandora in one tent and himself and James in another (rather than the original plan of Lily sharing with Marlene and Dorcas while he shared with Pandora and James and Pettigrew bunked).
But the surprise of the announcement was nothing compared to the surprise Regulus felt when he and James actually retired for the evening.
Even though Regulus (very valiantly, he thought) behaved himself inside the tight space, keeping a foot between his sleeping bag and James's and ignoring the (he assumed) one-sided sexual tension he was feeling by squeezing his eyes shut, James did not seem to get the memo.
Because after a moment, fingertips traced so slowly over Regulus's side he might have thought he was imagining it, if not for the nervous breathing behind him. He gasped and froze, praying that this was real, and James, who seemed to be fighting against his nerves, whispered into the very thick air with a hoarse voice, "Reg? I-"
But Regulus just gathered his courage and rolled over, slotting their bodies and lips together.
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theprongspotter · 2 days
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James: Do you think you'd love me in every universe?
Regulus: I don’t even like you in this one.
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c: @unboundprompts
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my-star-and-sun · 1 day
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April 24th - Camp
@jegulus-microfic - 461 words
“James! Come on you’re late.”
James was still packing the rest of his stuff for their camping trip to Cornwall. It was the summer after all the Marauders left school and part of their friend group still had a year ahead of them so it was some kind of Goodbye.
Everyone finished packing the evening before except James of course being the chaotic brain he was. How Regulus could keep up with him no one knew. He was the polar opposite, having finished packing three days ago.
When they arrived at the camping site they all decided to go swimming first and building their tents after. Theoretically Sirius had forbidden James and Regulus to camp together but Remus protested. That boy really was a saint.
Sirius made gagging noises when James and Regulus kissed after finishing putting up their tent but all in all he was pretty chill about the whole thing.
They all talked long in the evening and into the night, too much fire whiskey flowing. But all of them wanted to cherish the moment as much as possible since they all knew it would be the last time in a while that they would be together like this.
When everyone slowly started getting ready for sleeping and retreated into their tents, Regulus and James did the same.
They laid down, James holding Regulus like every night. They had already said good night and turned off the light when Regulus asked:
“How am I going to survive this year without seeing you at all?”
“Hey, it’s not a whole year you know there will be holidays, right?”
“Yeah but that’s months and I’ll miss you so fucking much.”, Regulus sounded so devastated.
“My love I will miss you too. I also have the ability to apparate to Hogsmeade anytime you want me to.”
“You would do that for me?”
“Of course I would. I love you and I would do anything for you. You know what will keep me sane? That after this year we have our whole life ahead of us. We’ll move together and then grow old together.”
“But what if you find someone better than me and forget about me?”
James now turned on the lights to look Regulus in the eyes so that he would see how serious he was when saying:
“How could I ever find someone better than you my love? I love you with all I have, please believe me.”
“Yeah but…”
“There’s no but. I have loved you for over 1 year now. I still love you and I will love you even more in ten.”
There was not much Regulus could do now except to kiss his boyfriend senseless and mumble an “I love you too, baby” in between kisses.
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vanessa-weasley · 8 hours
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ugh remembering the time i sobbed when i finished crimson rivers cause of all of the deaths. i was a weak bitch then. i could read it again and not cry
(also please listen to my crimson rivers playlist - here 🫶)
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jamespotterbbg · 12 hours
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lily and regulus refused to study together. ever. they were much too competitive, even though they weren't in the same year. they were both sharp and quick-witted intellectuals and they couldn't study together to save their lives.
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girlbooklover555 · 1 day
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"His lips were not innocent"
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Regulus Arcturus Black x fem!reader
Warnings: Use of the word devil and angel, point of view and thoughts of regulus (perhaps you consider him ooc?) cute, tacky? attempt at something a bit poetic? probably dramatic? I used Google Translate in this post.
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Anyone who saw the two teenagers kissing against a tree in the school garden wouldn't think it was a big deal.
At most, a teacher might give a slight scolding, but in reality the kiss was completely innocent, sweet and affectionate.
So why did he feel...
He didn't know what he felt...
All he knew was that, from his point of view, you were anything but innocent.
His lips were not innocent.
Her tongue against his was anything but innocent.
Your fingers on the back of his neck, stroking the strands of hair so softly, were anything but innocent.
Who would do this to him? Insert a needle of destiny made from the blood of the devil himself, used on the purest intentions of an angel like you all this time?
Sewing up his torn soul and frayed soul like gray dust from an abandoned tomb into her genuinely pure and good soul.
Her lips against his seemed to suck the dry, poisonous essence trapped by the thorny vines bathed in ancient bitterness, which penetrated the Slytherin's empty heart, leaving this angelic, luminous warmth of golden lines sewing and surrounding each thorn, removing them one by one.
This stupidly kind girl was driving him in the cheesiest and most sincere term possible... crazy.
Regulus sighed heavily, pulling away from your lips in shock.
Cum...
The gray eyes dig into the bright light of the girl in front of her, she doesn't even seem that affected.
She smiled as if she had been given ice cream, while he was possibly delirious, this sensation suffocating his mind to the point where he couldn't think straight...
was it love?
Passion?
Any term poets use? Or was it just you?
Regulus understood very well now why people kneel in front of others with a stupid box in their hands.
Lifting a shiny ring while on your knees seemed so miserably small now compared to this.
You were probably the complete opposite of a dementor.
Your kiss made him choke with affection.
He loved it and hated worshipping.
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☆Masterlist marauders
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