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siriuslylovejegulus33 · 1 year

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I like to think that the Marauders gave each other gifts for Christmas and that they all tried really hard. And James included Regulus because why would his boyfriend be excluded? So after much begging and... Begging. It worked.

They did secret Santa.

Peter got James a Lego set and Lego versions of the Marauders and an extra lil emo guy.

James: OMG PETE, IT'S PERFECT!

James: *Launches himself into Peter*

Regulus whispering to himself: That's gonna keep him entertained for weeks *sips peppermint tea*

James got Remus a pair of red converse so they could match, and boxes of his favorite frog chocolate.

Remus: Thank you, Prongs! I'll be sure to hide the chocolates from the kids in the house.

Sirius: We don't have kids.

Everyone:

Sirius: Oh, fuck you.

Remus: Not here *winks*

Sirius: *blushes*

Remus: Here's your gift, sweetheart.

Sirius takes it out, and he finds that his Moony have him a leather jacket. But not only that, it's a vintage black leather jacket with Queen's painted on the back and a little painting at the front of a moon and the brightest star in the night sky.

Sirius: I-

Remus: Do you like it? The girls helped me with the- Umph.

Sirius launches himself on his boyfriend and hugs him to death.

Remus: *chuckles* I'm guessing you liked it?

Sirius: *kisses him* I love it, babe.

Remus: *grins widely* I'm glad

Peter: *clears his throat*

Sirius: *On Remus' lap* Anyways, I'm going to give my present last because I couldn't wrap it.

Remus: It can't be yourself.

Sirius: *huffs sadly* I know, Moony.

James: Well. Regulus, it's your turn, love.

Regulus quietly takes out a little card and hands it to Peter. Everyone is sad because they thought Regulus would try. That he would would just, try.

But all eyes look at Peter when they hear sniffles, and suddenly he's crying.

James, worried: What's wrong, Pete?

Peter: *sob* I LOVE IT!!

Everyone has shocked looks on their faces, except Reg, who has a tiny smile that only James and Sirius notice.

Sirius: What did you get him, Reggie?

Regulus: An unlimited card to candy in the town's most popular candy shop.

James:

Peter: *still crying*

Sirius:

Remus:

James, launches himself into Regulus and gives him a big wet kiss and whispers: Thank you, baby.

Regulus whispers back: I told you lover, their important to you. They're important to me.

Regulus wipes a tear from James, and James just can't fathom how lucky he got.

Sirius, claps: Alright, everyone. Enough tears. let's go to these two's room for my gift.

Regulus: Why on eart... It's better for me not to assume.

They all walk in and see a grand piano with Regulus' star constellation, him the brightest, and a deer looking up at it.

Sirius, biting his lip: Do you like it?

Regulus: It's... It's perfect. Thank you.

Jegulus cuddled up later that night.

Regulus: H-h-he really loves me, James. He kn-knows me *hiccup*

James rubbing circles on his back and his other hand through his hair: I tell you all the time, Reg. There's nothing he wouldn't do for you. There's nothing I wouldn't do for you. *Kisses Reggie's hair*

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thedvilsinthedetails · 2 months

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rosekiller microfic band au pt3

heyyy pt3 is here yayyy

I haven’t rlly read it thru again and I’m feeling pretty tired today so if there’s a quality dip that’s why but also we have some nice Barty POV which I find easier to write sooo balances out ig

also we have some Marlene in this one (u can thank @good-oldfashioned-lover-girl because I wasn’t gonna put her in but she loves Marls [not that I don’t] to and yk she’s the boss so 🫡🫡🫡 Marlene is in the fic and I’m actually glad bc I love her part in this)

oh also Reg is autistic in this [in my mind] so when I mention him wearing headphones it’s bc he wears headphones on public transport/often in public/during gigs to help block noise <3

oh also all the skittles have matching nail polish and little tattoos on their wrists (idk if I actually mention it here but just so u have it in ur mind)

Tags for ppl that (I think?) wanted to be tagged <3 : @depressedtheatrekiddo @blu3stars @picklerab23 @lady-stardust-incarnate @always-reading @no-names-work @y0url0verb0y @2bluetwo85 @idk-what-to-put-here-123 @weirdtinkerbellversion @lulublack90 @nikholascrow (please please do tell me if you don’t want to be tagged bc idm and obviously won’t be upset but I just don’t want to tag ppl that don’t actually want to be tagged so I’m just sort of guessing by who commented last time so um yeah)

Link to previous part

link to part one

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(Cw: lil bit of homophobia in here sorry)

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By the time the train arrived at their station both Barty and Evan had dozed off. Arms wrapping around each other, bodies curled into one another like a jigsaw puzzle. Evan didn’t wake up as gently as he fell asleep though because he was woken by Regulus kicking his seat aggressively. Once he finally opened his eyes he turned to face him. He was wearing his headphones, big and black originally but covered in splodges of spray paint from when Barty had offered to ‘customise‘ them for Regulus. He’d pushed them back though, now that the majority of people has filtered out of the little compartment.

“Hurry up and get your stuff.”

Regulus ordered before following Pandora and Dorcas who had already left.

Evan turned and tapped Barty gently to wake him up. Then when that didn’t work he shook him till he opened his eyes with a start.

It took Barty a moment to realise where he was but even once he did he just grumbled.

“Ev don’t make me get up, please.”

He pouted, eyes wide and dilated in some kind of cheap attempt at cuteness.

“Come on you know you have to get up baby- Barty!”

Evan gaped, realising his mistake just too late. A slip of the tongue and he’d gone and fucked everything up.

“D’you just call me baby?”

A grin spread on Barty’s face and he poked Evan gently and laughed.

“You’ve been single too long Rosier.”

“You- you’re not mad?”

“Why would I be mad, baby?”

Barty winked, clicking his tongue as he got up and shuffled past Evan with a wicked smirk.

•••

Barty was going insane.

Evan had called him baby. Baby. And fuck his reaction had been visceral. But like…in a good way? It made him want to bite down on something hard but that thing was the muscles on Evan’s arms. Or bruise something but that thing was Evan’s neck…with a hickey or two.

Something about the way it had slipped out so naturally, so warmly. It just made Barty’s heart flutter. Made him want to grab Evan and shake the sense out of him enough to like Barty. Something along the lines of ‘kiss me, ruin me, dear God I’m begging you.’ Ah well, nothing you can’t really do about these kinds of situations except get on with it. Lying was something Barty had gotten very good at from a young age and not stopped since. Some might call it acting but those were the types of people who were just trying to convince themselves they were good and moral. Barty didn’t really care enough about that kind of stuff to bother. White lies this and how it contrasts with malicious lies that, like someone trying to section off a gradient in two. You can’t, it’s all the same monochrome blur in the end.

Barty was lost in this little daydream when he heard Pandora roar.

“WHAT?!”

Now Pandora didn’t often roar, maybe laugh maniacally every now and then yes, but yell? Scream? That was never her type of thing. Save for some rare occasions that Barty could probably count on one hand. Pandora yelling meant it was time to stop daydreaming about Evan’s curls or Evan’s hands with their chipped green nail polish or Evan’s fucking tight t shirts. Yeah time to stop thinking about that and listen up. So he did.

“I do not intend to offend anyone by it.”

Riddle raised his hands up defensively with a cheap sleazy smile that immediately made Barty dislike him.

“I’m just saying that this venue prides itself on a distinct lack of…untoward behaviour. It’s not a massive deal, I think your lead and backup singers can use separate microphones for two nights of a six month tour.

“What the fuck man?”

Barty stepped forward immediately hands curling into fists, Riddle was pretty short, he could definitely take him if that’s what it came to.

“Barty stop, that isn’t the right way to solve things. Come on let’s just- let’s come back later ok? See if we can talk to someone else, not this piece of shit.”

Dorcas spat out the last three words as she pulled Barty back to the group.

He was going to argue till he felt Evan put a hand on his shoulder, instead he just left Evan guide him away after the rest of the group.

“We’ll figure it out ok?”

“Fucking- Ev we can’t play there. They’re fucking homophobic.”

“Barty the O2 has been your dream since-“

“I DONT BLOODY CARE!”

“Barty shut the fuck up. I said we’ll talk about it and we will, we will figure it out but stop acting like a goddamn CHILD.”

Barty looked over at Evan who had his teeth bared, slightly wild look in his eyes. He was seething too, clearly. Just more mature than Barty.

“Ok, yeah.”

He breathed in.

“I’m sorry Ev.”

“Hey it’s alright. It’s just important the band shows a united front against this you know? We can’t split up or in fight because then, well then we all lose.”

“Yeah. Yeah you’re right Rosie. But we will do something.”

“I promise you they’re not getting away with this.”

Evan nodded. He tossed a hand over Barty’s shoulder, pulling him in just a little bit closer as they walked. Barty wasn’t complaining.

•••

“You don’t get it Marls, we can’t just not play the O2. We’d lose way too much money off it, probably too much to be able to continue with the rest of the tour. Plus venues will think we’re unreliable and might cancel or pull out. Riddle is such a fucking dick, he only told us when we went there for a tech practice literally today.”

“Fuck yeah that’s shitty.”

Marlene was sat next to Barty on the floor of his hotel room, helping him repaint his nails. The entire band had them matching, a bright toxic green, his had started to fade though.

“What if you just…ignore them? Do it anyway?”

“Yeah, yeah. It’s not like they can drag us off stage mid performance.”

“Not without exposing their homophobia.”

“Still…I wanna make a statement. Something big you know? Show them they can’t straight wash us.”

Marlene looked up at Barty, eyes twinkling mischievously.

“I might have an idea then.”

•••

Evan was sat in an alcove in the hotel corridor watching Regulus patiently braid and unbraid Pandora’s hair on the sofa opposite him. It calmed them both down whenever they were stressed. And Barty and Marlene, locked up together in Barty’s hotel room. Both raging homosexuals dead set on never following rules talking amongst themselves just before the biggest gig of the band’s history? Yeah that was a reason to be stressed. That’s when he heard the tell tale clump of Barty’s docs down the corridor. And he was walking with purpose.

As soon as he came into view Evan noticed the way his eyebrows were knotted together yet his eyes were glimmering with excitement. Evan had no clue what Barty was going to say next but it wasn’t that.

“Marlene thinks I should kiss you.”

Barty announced and Evan dropped his jaw, staring at him agape.

“What?”

“And I agree with her.”

“What?”

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pt4 probs gonna come soon bc I swear this fic has a life of its own

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fantastiqueali · 2 years

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New sister

Summary: Sirius finds out that he’ll be having a step-sister and needs to come back home. Yet he finds something more interesting about this new sister that his brother talks of.

Pairing: Regulus Black x Reader x Sirius Black

Part 1, Part 2

Warning: 18+, Minors dni!, Voyeurism, Stepcest, Daddy kink, Limits, A slight of Degradation, SoftDom! Regulus, Innocent!Reader, Pervert!Sirius, Handjob, Spitting, Overstimulation, and pet names.

Word count: 2.6k

Sirius felt ghastly sick to his stomach as he held a letter in between his fingers that was sent by his brother. Must’ve been one of the occurrences that Regulus sends him a letter saying that someone might be dying.

It has been two years ever since his father died. Sirius hated him for sure, but the least that he could do is respect him at his funeral. He thought something might've happened to his mother yet he got the chills of shock when he read the letter from his brother.

Mother wants you back. She’s getting married in a month and she wants us to meet his groom-to-be and his daughter.

Regulus,

Sirius merely laughed at the scribbled words before dropping them onto the kitchen table of the Potters and resting his hands on his hips. He laughed at how at the end of the day, even though he was thrown away from the tapestry by his own mother after he left home.

And now, she wanted him back for her white veiled occasion in a month? And a month before to unwillingly meet his mother’s new lover and soon to be stepsister.

“Go, she’s the one who wanted you.” Sirius scoffed at Remus’ incredulous statement. “I bet you she does," he sarcastically said. Rolling his eyes, placing down the cup of coffee Lily just made for them.

“It must not be that bad,” Lily chimed in. “Just go and meet them then at the end of the day you can leave.” Sirius thought about it for a moment before all of them heard Harry’s cries.

“He must be up.” She leaves the kitchen to go and grab Harry. “She’s right Prongs,” Sirius declared.

“Isn’t she always?”

“Not always.”

“Welcome back, Master Sirius.” Sirius gave Kreacher, the house-elf that had been most loyal to the family, a big grin. Kreacher took his coat from his arm. He scanned at Sirius as if trying to find something.

“You don’t have any luggage, sir?” he asks. Sirius shakes his head, “Not planning to stay long,” he states, walking into the manor with droopy eyes. He doesn’t know what to feel by inspecting the manor that has been changed up for a bit. Lights were now around, not the old darkened and shadowed surfaces of the area. More paintings to what he assumes were either bought or made by his mother. Antics of gold vases and more objects that signify decorations.

“But sir, the mistress instructed you to stay for a month.”

“To what? There’s-”

“Father, have you seen my slippers!”

A slight hindering voice caught the ear of the older son, making his head turn to the staircase that was set to his upper right. There you stand barefoot in your simple little sky dress that has sparks of gold accents on the hem of the dress.

That’s her?

It seems as though Sirius can’t move nor shift his eyes away from you. From the very beginning when your voice was heard, he couldn't take his attention away from you. It’s as if you’re the opposite that attracts him.

“Dear, it's with me. And please, don’t shout in the manor.” The atmosphere of a calming presence was gone as he saw his mother running after you with black shoes in her hand. You swivelled around to face her, with a soft grin swelling over you.

“I’m sorry ma’am, I forgot. Thank you for bringing these to me!” Sirius watches as his mother hands you the shoes with a smile that he had only seen once or twice in his whole life. “It’s all right dearie, no need to fuss about it. Call me Walburga, please.”

“Mistress,” Kreacher said, “master Sirius has arrived.” Both you and Walburga turned to look to your right to see him, a boy with gracefully long black hair. You’ve heard about him. And honestly, it was tragic the way that Regulus describes him. A blood traitor. You can’t even perpetuate if someone from your family had called you that.

“Sirius, you’re back.” It was meant to be in a happy and excited tone of greeting. But you only heard of what seems like flat pace boredom. “Mum,” said Sirius.

“Good to see you back,” searching for a hint that she meant it sincerely but it’s like hidden away from a dungeon. Sirius only nodded in response, flaking out and appearing to be wanting to leave the manor in a matter of seconds.

When he turned to look at you, you gave him a dashing smile — wanting to have a first impression like what you did to Regulus. And honestly, it fulfilled a brilliant relationship with him. Sirius returned the smile but with a sprinkle of a smirk that he can’t seem to remove.

Walburga, seeing the interaction between the two of you said, “I’d like you to meet Y/N. She is the daughter of Charles. Don’t you know him?” Sirius shook his head up and down, side-eyeing you without caring if his mother saw it.

“Well then, come along dear. I’ll help you with your hair.” She says, smiling once more before turning her head to Sirius again. “Go and clean yourself up.” With that said, Walburga pulls you gently by the arm. You waved him goodbye first, then followed the mistress of the manor back to your room.

Sirius stays still, watching as the last strand of your hair is gone. He takes a deep breath and then turns to the house-elf on his right. “I’ll go ahead.”

“Have a nice stay, Master Sirius.”

Finishing his shower, he goes ahead to wander around the manor, trying to reminisce about what it looked like back then. However, as he can remember, it still looks the same with lights flickered on. With a towel on his shoulder, he dries his hair down, whistling a tune. That is until he heard someone. Particularly his brother.

He heard him muttering through his door, he stepped closer to Regulus’ door, pressing his ear on it and listened carefully.

“Spoiled little brat aren’t you?”

He was shocked. More than shocked that he will hear those words from him. He wants to know who he was saying those vicious words. Just to his luck, the door was slightly crooked. He moved closer to it, making sure his presence is still nowhere to be found.

Then there he sees you. Bent over at the end of Regulus’ bed, dress pulled upwards with your hands tied by his hand as he strongly slams his cock to you. Hair splattered everywhere, as cries echoed in the room.

His eyes broadened at the vulgar scene being set in front of him. And really, he doesn’t know if he should be either proud or stay surprised.

Regulus pulls out for a minute and flips you over to your back. His body loomed over yours, his right arm lying flat beside your head for balance and the other roaming from your throat up to your cheeks. As you were facing the door, Sirius could see your face very well. Disorganized, crying, mouth flew open to catch heavy breaths. Overall, a fucking shit of a mess.

“Look at me,” says Regulus, wiping the tears that keep streaming down your face. It took time for you to finally calm down and glance up to meet his eyes. It held softly for what seemed like affection. Something that is expected when someone is making love with Regulus. The only difference is when Sirius caught his brother making love with another woman, he didn’t hold any mercy at all. No talks, no wiping their tears, not saying that they should look at him.

Sirius can’t see if Regulus is staring down at her. But he can feel him. If he was being honest, he would be too if was given a chance. Regulus’ head dropped at the crook of your neck. Inhaling deeply your scent that made him furious since day one. The scent that pulls him over to you to this explicit moment with you. And does he regret it? No. Not even a bit.

“You drive me crazy, y’know that?” he continues to trail burns up to your neck. Sirius adored how you reacted to it. Gasping slightly as if it wasn’t expected. Well, it wasn't foreseen from Regulus after all. The way that you bit your lip to secure the erotic sound leaves your throat.

“D’you?”

“Is it bad, Reggie?” He chuckles heartedly, smiling down at you as he glares contently at your worried expression. “It is love, it is.” Both of the boys eyed you as you said “Oh no.” It was adorable of you to worry like that. But then it hits Sirius. You’re innocent.

It’s mental of him to even have his pants get tightened just by the thought of it. No wonder Regulus is mad about you. He thought as he heard his brother chuckle once more.

“Worried?” he asks, his thumb swiping over your bottom lips, daring to push it in. Your head nodded, eyes glistened over the fact that you might be hurting him in some way. “Want t’help me?” you muttered a yes but as soon as you did Regulus can’t help but be drawn over to your lips. After tasting it a million times already, he can’t help but be addicted to it. Like he’s dependent on it for life. A day won’t and shouldn’t go by without him having a taste once again. He can have your lips for breakfast and lunch. Merlin, he can have you for dinner and he would be content.

Sirius also can’t encourage himself to stop his hand from rubbing the bulge in his pants. The scene was too much to not be adored. You were too much. Too much for them.

Regulus’ pulled the bottom of your lips with his two sets of teeth, causing a soft moan to escape. That dear moan that makes the Black brothers be seduced right now. Your hands finally climbed Regulus’ hair, locking your fingers in between curls, pulling them slightly if you want to. Regulus likes that. Very much.

He continues to grapple with your lips, swiping his tongue on its lower part — asking for permission for you to open up. Or more like demanding you to open those lips so he can taste every being of you. “Put your tongue out,” he hisses, eyes closing as his hand travels down to your clothed breast, kneading it the way his hand likes. You displayed your tongue out open for him to see. Sirius too, watching carefully as your droopy eyes anticipated what Regulus is about to do. And it surely caught the older brother off guard.

He spits directly in your mouth, some splattering onto your lips. “Swallow,” he says, like the way that you obeyed instantly without any hesitation. Your mind was clouded. You weren’t sure if you liked it or not. Who are you kidding? Although you are innocent, you know that you loved it.

Both men watching your throat swallow his spit moaned ever so slightly. Sirius had to cover his for many reasons. His brother then proceeded to push his mouth closer to you, both of his lips shoving them onto your tongue, sucking on it as if he needed it to survive. Moving his head up and down, sucking and kissing your tongue just to have every taste of you not missed.

As of now, your legs were pulling each other closer. Your pussy going into a whirlpool of need. Itching for his touch. Wishing for him to touch you like last time. To fuck you there into oblivion like last night when everyone was asleep. “Open your legs my little serpent.” His voice just seems to propel you more and more into this madness. You heeded his request, opening them just how he likes them.

Sirius can’t help but finally reach into his pants for his length, rubbing it up and down as he listens to your moans when Regulus slid back in. His tight grip on himself is as if it was not enough. He held onto the door frame so that he couldn't just barge in and have to explain why he was there. But really, there’s no other reason but you.

Eventually bottoming out. You held on Regulus’ shoulder for dear life. Scared that you might break into pieces if you don’t. Regulus continued to thrust into you slowly, pace becoming faster and faster — testing how loud you can be for him. However, he can’t do that just now. So he had to cover that sweet voice of yours with another coaxing kiss.

Moans and sobs getting louder by the minute, and the way that you kept on squeezing him tells him that you’re near. He pulled away from the kiss but not before mumbling that you should be quiet or else your father and his mother will soon see how you are such a whore for your soon to be step-brother. He pushes your dress further up, then holds your hips for balance as he rams back into you.

His head falls back, a groan joining in. Your hands gripped onto the sheets as he fucks you like a vice. Sirius ran his hand up and down faster, following the rhythm of his brother’s thrusts.

“I’m c-close daddy-”

“Go ahead. Come undone f’me. Fuck,” like the obeying sister you are, you came undone, legs shaking up and down with mouth open and an erotic moan choked your airway as your eyes rolled back. Sirius also came in his pants, biting his arm to lessen the volume of his groan. Regulus followed after, shooting his seeds right in you, throwing his head back once more.

As Sirius finally calms down, he left the two of you. You are still stuck in his mind. As he took another shower, pulling his clothes off him and throwing them somewhere in the bathroom. He can’t help but do it once, twice, or three times more with your pornographic look clouding his head. Surely, he won’t be letting his brother take all of the fun.

You’re still sensitive to everything so when you felt Regulus dragging his cock down on you again, you pushed him away slightly. “Too much,” you mewled out. Regulus finds this charming of you. Yet he’s far from being done with you.

He lowered down on your frame, soothing your still shaking legs by rubbing them. “I know love, but just one more for me. Please?” you hesitated for a bit but nodded after.

As you came down to your second orgasm, you felt incessantly tired. But again, Regulus wants more. “Please love, just more ‘kay? One more and we’re done.”

What one more turns into another, and another, and another. Coming down to your fifth orgasm for the day. “Don’ want more daddy. 'm tired.” “One more fr’daddy. Please princess, just one more. Then daddy will take care of his little princess.” You sighed, knowing that you just can’t resist him. “‘kay, jus’ one more, daddy.” He smiles, kissing down on your forehead as he slides back into you.

Finally coming undone for the last time. For real this time, with hinges of calls for your name and saying I love you. The side of Regulus that was barely shown to anyone. Just as promised, he cleans you up and massages your legs whilst you sleep peacefully. He then went under the covers with you, spooning you to the side with his hand pushing your hips down on him. He closes his eyes, listening to your small little snores, smiling happily. Hopefully, dinner comes late.

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daliyla · 1 year

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Polaroid

"What is that?" Regulus asked.

"A muggle thing" James answered "it's a polaroid. We can take pictures with it"

"Pictures?"

"Yeah. Small paintings"

"I know what pictures are, but muggles know how to do that?"

"Apparently. Their photos don't move, but they're cute. I like them. It takes the moment, and nothing else"

"Mh" Regulus smiled and kissed him "and what moment would you like to take?"

James kissed him again, a hand on his hip, the other one holding the camera.

That was their first photo, and James keeps it in his diary. It's a beautiful photo- a bit unfocused, but their smiles and the dimples on Regulus' cheek are clear.

Their second photo was taken a bit after the first one. James has it in his wallet. It's just Regulus, actually, holding a cat they found in the garden- he looks so soft, simply cuddling the cat, who seems to enjoy it.

Their third photo was taken on a cloudy saturday during Christmas holidays- it was about to rain, so they remained in James' room. It's him and Reg, under a blanket, holding two cups of hot chocolate; Regulus' face is hidden in the crook of James' neck and James is hugging him. James has that photo in one of his favourite books- a book Regulus gifted him, about a girl who loves other girls and can't seem to find her happy ending.

Their forth, fifth and sixth photos are all in James' drawer. The forth was taken on a sunny spring day and it's Regulus' hands holding a flower with such carefulness James melts everytime he looks at it.

The fifth was taken in may, a night they decided to go outside, cast a fire and eat marshmallows the way James saw muggles do in a movie, and it's them kissing in front of the fire.

The sixth was taken during summer and it's Regulus flying on his broom, laughing. Oh, looking at him James can almost hear his laugh, joyful and innocent.

The seventh, eighth and ninth photos- Regulus has them, cause he complained that he had no photos at all.

The seventh is only James- Reg took it- wearing a strange yellow hat he found in a muggle shop. Reg says he finds James' stunned face comical. He also says he finds it fitting, seeing that he always calls James mon soleil.

The eighth is them hugging: Reg took it during a storm- James is afraid of them, so he used that escuse to hug his boyfriend and hide in his chest- and looking at it you can see Regulus' chin, his arms, his red jumper- that he had actually stolen from James- and then James' face, looking a bit scared but mostly satisfied from being in his lover's arms.

The ninth one was taken in a september day and it's just their hands holding, really, but it's so intimate, somehow, and personal- Reg's silver rings, James' string bracelets and a small, golden ring on each pinkie.

They both hid their photos well, so James is admittedly a bit surprised when he comes back in his dorm after Quidditch practise- and some hidden kisses behind the stands- and he finds his best friend on his bed, looking angry, with one of their photos in his hand.

Oh. Right. That photo.

Of all the pictures Sirius could have found- because there are way more photos than just nine, those nine were just the beginning- that's the worst. It's the tenth they took, on their first anniversary.

It's a dark photo, so it's hard to understand what it is- but once you have it, you can't mistake it. It's Regulus, on James' bed, arms open and thighs spread, wearing only his underwear, so... Yeah. It's exactly as it seems. He's saying something- a pout on his lips and his cheeks flushed- and James can perfectly remember what he said and the tone he used. He dreams it sometimes.

"Jamie" Regulus said, childish "take away that damned thing and fucking kiss me"

It's one of James' favourite photos, but that's not exactly the thing you would like your boyfriend's brother to see.

"Could you please explain to me why I found a picture of my baby brother during a... intimate moment in your wardrobe?"

Yeah, so- James is in trouble.

#marauders #regulus black #james potter #jegulus #sirius black #starchaser #sunseeker

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theicarusconstellation · 2 months

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astra!! what fics have your fav characterizations of regulus?

OOO great question!

(let me preface this by saying that my characterization might not be everybody’s, and that’s okay. my characterization is “the one” in my head, but that doesn’t mean it has to be everyone else’s “one,” and neither i nor the fics/authors i mention below are “better” in any way, shape, or form than anyone else. everyone in this fandom writes amazing works, and i’m sure there are so many wonderful fics with phenomenal regulus characterization that i haven’t read yet)

i’m gonna sound like a cunt here, but my own fics take first place for me💀i write for myself, so i write the regulus i perceive, yk? but here’s (some of) my reggieverse of madness:

@imdamagecontrol’s regulus is amazing in every fic they write, i.e. in paint it black, which to me really shows not only his “duality” but everything in between (and he’s got the cutest little nose freckles), and i’m really really excited to read more of their regulus study, all these terrible things

user georgia_sk on ao3 (i’m sorry if she has tumblr! i looked for it to try and tag her but couldn’t find it) wrote an amazing fic called whatever happened to the young, young lovers? that really encapsulates regulus for me as well

edge by @pinkpalaceapartmcnts is another one i’m obsessed with

when you were mine by @sequinhaze — their regulus has me giggling kicking my legs kissing the ground he walks upon

sugar high by user ivycore on ao3 (again, couldn’t find their tumblr, so if they have one, i’m sorry!) really explores the toll regulus’ upbringing took on him (+ it’s age gap jegulus with sex worker regulus!!)

devotion by @woobyo has a fucking amazing dark regulus characterization

of his bones by @sophsicle is incredible in how it portrays not only the “purist” mentality he’s fallen victim to + how he deconstructs that, but also the burden on regulus’ shoulders that he learns to take on and grow into

i could go on forever and ever and ever, but these are just the ones off the top of my head that i adore.

#astra’s asks #bella tag #regulus black #jegulus

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fear-less · 2 months

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₊˚⊹˚ 𐙚 in-between

pairing: regulus black x reader

warnings: fluff:3, best friends to lovers, the ending was kinda rushed😔

1.5k words ^_^

It was a chilly afternoon, all her classes had just finished and the h/c girl was sitting on the grass in the middle of the courtyard, waiting for her best friend’s, Regulus, classes to end.

As the cool breeze tousled her hair, she watched the courtyard bustle with students hurrying to and fro. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the ancient cobblestones, painting the scene in hues of gold and amber.

She couldn’t help but feel a pang of anticipation as she waited for him to finish his classes. They had been inseparable since their first year at Hogwarts, sharing secrets, laughter, and the occasional mischief. No one could come between them; everyone knew that they had their own thing.

Their friendship was like an unbreakable spell, woven with trust and understanding. But lately, there was something different lingering between them, an unspoken tension that hung in the air like a veil.

She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but whenever she looked into Regulus’ stormy gray eyes, she sensed a shift, a silent plea for understanding. Lost in her thoughts, she absently traced patterns in the grass, her mind wandering to moments they had shared, moments that now seemed tinged with uncertainty.

She wished that he could see them, their faces lighting up with the memories they had created together. Their past, though cold and empty, held enough warmth to sustain them through the darkest of times. They had grown tired of waiting on somebody, someone who didn’t care about them. But amidst it all, he knew her name, and she knew he’d always be there, a constant in her ever-changing world.

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Regulus had always liked times like this, in the common room talking about whatever came to mind. No matter the topic, his demeanor brightened, and his smile widened whenever he was around her. He found himself laughing at her eyes, at her smile, completely enchanted by her presence.

Y/n, on the other hand, cherished the late-night conversations with Regulus, when there was no one else to disturb them. It was just the two of them, lost in the comfort of each other’s company.

Regulus couldn’t help but extol her virtues to his other friends, describing her as beautiful, funny, and smart like nothing he had ever seen. His admiration for her was evident to everyone around them.

Everyone could see how good he was to her, and she yearned for that goodness more than anything else in-between. In the quiet moments between them, she allowed herself to dream of a future where they could be more than just friends, where their bond could transcend the boundaries of friendship and embrace something deeper.

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As they sat together in the busy and loud great hall, surrounded by the whispers of people and the soft giggles of girls, they felt a sense of tranquility wash over them. In that moment, it was as if the world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them in their own sacred space.

Their connection ran deep, like roots intertwining beneath the surface, anchoring them to a place of profound understanding and mutual respect. There was an unspoken bond between them, a shared language of glances and smiles that spoke volumes without a single word.

In the midst of their conversations and shared moments, they couldn’t help but feel the weight of something larger than themselves, something sacred that existed between them. It was as if there was holy ground beneath them, grounding their relationship in a sense of reverence and significance.

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He’s always hated it when she was crying, even if it was over something seemingly insignificant. His heart couldn’t bear the sight of tears streaming down her cheeks, each one a silent plea for comfort and understanding.

But what he hates more than her tears is when she’s away. The moments when she’s absent feel like an eternity, each second dragging on as he longs for her presence. The vacations they spend apart seem endless, the distance between them amplifying his yearning for her.

He misses everything about her during those times – her laughter, her warmth, the way her eyes light up when she’s excited. Every moment apart feels like a piece of him is missing, a void that can only be filled when she’s by his side again.

Even through the ups and downs, the arguments and misunderstandings, they always find a way back to each other. Even at their worst, when tempers flare and harsh words are exchanged, there’s an underlying certainty that they’ll still be okay.

They’ve weathered storms together, facing challenges head-on and emerging stronger on the other side. Their bond, though tested at times, remains unbreakable, anchored by a deep-seated trust and unwavering commitment to each other.

In moments of doubt and uncertainty, they draw strength from the knowledge that no matter what obstacles they face, they’ll navigate them together. Their love is resilient, capable of weathering any storm that comes their way.

And so, even at their lowest points, they find solace in each other’s presence, knowing that as long as they have each other, they’ll always be okay.

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As the days passed, their bond only grew stronger, as if it wasn’t already strong before, weathering each storm that came their way. They found solace in the familiarity of each other’s presence, navigating the twists and turns of life together.

However, amidst the tranquility, whispers of discontent began to surface. Regulus felt the weight of his family’s expectations bearing down on him, pulling him in conflicting directions. The looming shadow of his family’s allegiance to the Dark Lord cast a pall over their relationship, threatening to tear them apart.

Y/n, too, grappled with her own demons, haunted by the ghosts of her past. The weight of expectations and responsibilities pressed upon her, threatening to suffocate her aspirations and dreams.

Their once unbreakable bond now strained under the weight of their individual burdens, the cracks widening with each passing day. Misunderstandings festered, words left unspoken, as they drifted further apart.

In the midst of their turmoil, a glimmer of hope emerged—a chance encounter that sparked a flicker of recognition, a shared moment of vulnerability that reignited the flame of their connection.

With renewed determination, they confronted their fears and insecurities, laying bare their hearts in search of understanding and reconciliation. Through tears shed and words exchanged, they forged a path forward, guided by the unwavering belief that together, they could overcome any obstacle.

As they stood on the precipice of uncertainty, they found strength in each other’s embrace, the echoes of their shared laughter resonating through the darkness. In that moment, they knew that even at their worst, they would still be okay.

Their love, tempered by adversity, emerged stronger than ever—a beacon of hope in a world shrouded in darkness.

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Regulus found himself pacing back and forth in the dimly lit corridor, his thoughts consumed by the weight of unspoken words and unresolved emotions. He knew he couldn’t continue living in the shadows, tiptoeing around the truth that lay dormant within his heart.

With determined steps, he made his way to the courtyard where he knew Y/n would be waiting, her presence a beacon of light in his darkest hours.

As he approached, he found her sitting on the stone bench, lost in thought, the moonlight casting an ethereal glow upon her features.

“Y/n,” he began, his voice wavering slightly, “there’s something I need to tell you.”

Y/n looked up, her eyes meeting his with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. “What is it, Regulus?”

Taking a deep breath, Regulus took a seat beside her, his heart pounding in his chest. “I can’t bear to see you cry, to know that I’m the cause of your pain. And when you’re away, it feels like a piece of me is missing, like I’m incomplete without you.”

Y/n reached out, her hand finding his in the darkness, their fingers intertwining in a silent promise of solidarity.

“I’ve spent so long trying to hide these feelings, afraid of what they might mean,” Regulus continued, his voice barely above a whisper. “But I can’t deny it any longer. Y/n, I love you.”

A stunned silence hung in the air, the weight of his confession hanging between them like an invisible thread.

Y/n’s eyes glistened with unshed tears, her heart overflowing with emotions she had long suppressed. “Regulus, I… I love you too.”

In that moment, time seemed to stand still as they leaned in, their lips meeting in a tender embrace. And as they kissed, sparks ignited in the darkness, illuminating the courtyard with the intensity of their love.

He laughs at her eyes, at her smile, at the glasses on her face

She loves how he talks late at night, when there's no one else to say

How she's beautiful and funny and smart like nothin' he's ever seen

He’s good to her, and she wants it more than everything in-between.

#regulus black fluff #regulus black x reader #regulus black #regulus black x you #regulus black x y/n #regulus black x female reader #harry potter oneshots #marauders x reader

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james-but-not-potter · 1 year

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James Potter painted his nails. Not up for debate.

One day he painted them with little sunflowers and Regulus loved them but obviously being the stubborn little shit he is didn't say a thing. James knows his lover inside out though and could tell the sunflowers were Regulus' favourite so whenever he painted his nails he'd always add a sunflower to one of the nails, changing it each time. This became a constant for Regulus and he always checked to see which finger held his sunflower.

When James and Regulus parted he never painted sunflowers again. He always had them painted black.

The day they got engaged he wore one on his ring finger.

The day they married Regulus had one on each nail, painted by James, himself.

#maurauders era #i love the maurder fandom #james potter #jegulus #james x regulus #mauraders #regulus deserved better #starchaser #sunseeker #regulus black #regulus x james #sunflower #lgbtqai

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curseofhecate · 1 year

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Broken promises

Regulus Black x fem!Potter!reader

In which the reader sacrifices herself for Regulus, breaking most of their promises along the way.

1.9k

Tw: Angst, mentions of blood, death, my shitty writting.

It was well into the night. The pair was sitting on the floor of the Astronomy Tower, a sky painted with countless stars and an almost full moon, just for them to observe. They sat in silence, the boy's head on her shoulder as the girl played with the rings on his fingers.

"Reg?" The girl spoke. Her words hushed, holding a questioning tone. It wasn't unlike the boy to fall asleep on her. It was a habit he seemed to have gained over the past year.

Many sleepless nights, tossing and turning in his bed, unable to fall asleep. It only worsened now, that their last year in Hogwarts was coming to a close, and with the war ahead of them, it seemed like the world had turned against him.

The boy hummed in response, nuzzling his head further into the crook of her neck. "Do you ever think of our lives after we graduate?" She asked, the hesitation evident in her voice.

The boy stiffed but didn't say anything, head still resting on her shoulder. "I know you don't like talking about it but I just can't help it" the girl was quick to apologise when she got no answer.

Regulus sighed and moved his head to look up. Silently he went to sit in front of her, taking her hands in his as he sat back down. "I'm scared" he breathed out after a long moment of silence. "I'm scared of what will happen to us. Of what they'll do to you if they ever find out."

"Reggie-"

"Mon amour, you mean the world to me. You're the reason I haven't given up on myself yet. I just found the light in my life and I don't want to loose it just yet. I don't want to lose you."

Her hand squeezed his a bit tighter, a silent attempt to comfort her lover. The boy was fighting back tears even at the thought of it happening. "I can't loose you. I love you" He managed to get out before breaking into tears.

The girl let go of his hand, instead pulling him closer and wrapping her arms around his frame. She let his head rest on her chest, right where her heart was. Regulus’ arms around the girl's waist, his grip tight fearing that she would disappear into thin air otherwise.

Quiet sobs and cries left the boy's lips, his tears dampening the fabric of the girl's sweater. Cheek resting on top of his head, the girl rubbed her hands up and down his back whilst whispering sweet nothings.

"I love you too" the girl said at last, his grip tightening just a little bit. It was the first time they'd say those three words to each other. The boy was a caught off guard. The tears stopped immediately, head no longer resting against her chest, green eyes starring dirwctlu into her e/c ones.

"You do?"

The girl chuckled quietly, pulling him closer once again. "Reggie, I love you so so much, you have no idea" She said, pressing a soft kiss on the crown of his head.

"I love you more" Regulus said, titling his head upwards. Smilling he pressed a soft kiss against the girls lips.

Pulling away he sighed, head going back to rest on her chest. "I won't let anything happen to you. I love you too much for that. We both know it's going to be hard."

"I'll always find my way back to you. I promise."

"I promise as well."

The promise was sealed with yet another kiss between the two before they went back to starring at the night sky in silence. Only now, they found a bit of comfort in the knowledge that they would stay with each other until the end.

When Y/n and Regulus first announced their relationship to their close friends, they were all shocked at the news. They both had done a very good job at hiding their blooming love for each other.

Late night meetings, stolen glances, forbidden kisses in dark corridors, studying in the library next to each other without speaking a word, yet holding hands under the table and they still managed to miss every little interaction between the two that had been going on for the past year.

Things stopped being as easy as they were before. From Regulus' side he had Barty, who at first, didn't support their relationship at all.

The next month was filled with him complaining non-stop, refusing to accept the news.

" Y/n Potter? Come on Regulus. A Potter?"

Eventually he came to terms with the relationship between the two. He didn't have anything against her, he was just overprotective over his friends, and Regulus was no exception.

After being talked into (well, more like threated) to spend time with her by both Regulus and Evan he understood why his friend had fallen in love with her. The both became friends quickly after that, and a brother-sister relationship started blooming between the two.

Telling the Marauders was a whole different story.

Surprisingly, James didn't even argue with his sister's decision. He knew something was up from the moment the girl had entered the Great Hall with a smile plastered on her face, a smile that hadn't left for the past 8 months. He was happy as long as his sister was happy. However he intended to have a talk with Regulus soon.

Peter and Remus were always supportive no matter what, as long as she didn't get hurt. It was to no one's surprise that they were extremely happy for her.

The problem came with Sirius. At first he was in denial, believing it was just a humourless prank of hers.

Then came the realisation. The worst part is, he didn't shout at her, nor did he try to change her desicion of being with his brother. He just got up and left, going upstairs to the boys' shared dorm.

Y/n wished that he would yell, that he would put up a fight. She preferred it from this.

For months on end, he wouldn't speak to her and would avoid her at all costs. He left the room whenever she entered, he refused to even look at her. And it hurt.

Sirius believed that maybe if she couldn't see how bad of a person his brother was then he would give her another reason for her to leave Regulus. She was too stubborn anyway, he could never get her to change her mind.

Those antics of his stopped after he accidently stumbled upon them in an empty corridor. They were holding hands, quietly talking. Then Regulus said something that earned a laugh from the girl.

All it took was for Sirius to look at how his brother's eyes brightened up at the sound for him to know that he really cared for her. He looked at her as if she was his whole world, which he guessed that she probably was. And she looked at him as if he had hanged the stars in the night sky.

His anger disappeared at the sight of the two.

And Sirius knew the little boy he had grown up with was still there, somewhere.

The same evening Sirius waited for Regulus by the entrance of the Slytherin common room and made him promise he'd take care of her and that he'd never hurt her. A promise Regulus had already made to James Potter.

But promises are meant to be broken.

"It will be fine. I'll leave if things go bad, I promise but please let me come with you" the girl pleaded. Their little argument had already been going on for an hour now and if Regulus wanted to get the Horcrux tonight he would have to leave now.

"You're really stubborn, you know?" He sighed, finally agreeing.

"I drink the potion, you and Kreacher take the locket and get out of here immediately okay? You let me deal with the rest."

Nodding, the girl knew there was no point in arguing. "Just let me have one last kiss, will you?" The girl asked.

Regulus didn't like the sound of it, her words made it sound as if it would be the last one they'd ever share. Not waiting for an answer she grabbed the collar of his shirt, pressing her lips against him. It was a short kiss, it had been over as soon as it had started.

Next thing he knew, Y/n was already drinking the potion.

She was reckless, too reckless for her own good. She always had been. And now the damage was beyond repair.

Regulus had to give her the rest of the potion. He hated seeing her in so much pain but there was nothing else he could do except holding her, wishpering encouraging words as she finished the rest of the potion.

He gave the locket to Kreacher, ordering him to go back to 12 Grimmauld Place. The elf could only obey, leaving his master and the girl in the cave.

The inferis were aleady crawling onto the island. Regulus was doing his best fighting them off. But the girl besides him wasn't.

The Black heir managed to get the both of them out of the cave. But the damage had already been done. The girl was bleeding out. And he couldn't do anything.

He couldn't risk apparating with her in such a state.

"Reggie?" she called out, hand blindly reaching for his. "No darling, don't speak. You need to save your energy, okay?" he hushed her. He needed all the time he could get. He would come up with something. He had to. For her shake.

"Regulus" she called out again. "You and I both know there's no saving me."

Regulus wanted to scream. "No, no, you're going to be okay. You aren't dying. Not on me, you can't please."

He was begging. Y/n had never heard him begging. Never. He would demand, order, get mad, give the silent treatment but never beg. "Please just don't close your eyes, please."

"You'll be fine" she was struggling, chocking on her own blood. "Promise me you won't give up."

"No, please, don't leave me" the poor boy was in tears. But Y/n had already came to terms with her death and now so should he. "Promise me" the girl repeated.

"I promise, I promise, please just don't give up just yet."

"I'm sorry Reggie. I love you."

Her eyes closed and his world collapsed. "No, please, no" the boy begged, resting his forehead against hers. "You promised. You'd promised you'd stand by my side through all of it."

That wasn't the only promise that was broken that night. So were the promises he had made to James and Sirius, promises that he would prtect her at all costs. And along with those so were the promises of their future together, promises of their love and devotion.

Regulus made one last promise that night. He would never promise anything again.

#regulus black #regulus black x reader #angst #curseofhecate

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dilfsaresohot · 6 months

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tous le mêmes

james potter x deatheater!black!f!reader

warnings: language, angst, they just wont listen to each other (stupid mfs) lmk if i missed any

english is not my first language

constructive criticism is appreciated

summary: sometimes keeping the truth to yourself can save your tears.

word count: 1,1k

a/n: this is my first fanfic ever so i hope i didnt fuk up too bad lmao, possibly part two (??)

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“…and then siriu- are you even listening to me?”your boyfriend was rambling about his day for about fifteen minutes and you weren’t listening. you couldn’t. not when you were keeping such a awful secret from him. your conscience and heart were telling you to let him know as soon as possible and let him decide. but then the thought of his reaction, his heartbroken expression, the grief in his eyes, soreness painted all over his handsome face and stinging pain he would’ve felt was enough for you to know what was going to happen.

“merlin, stop being such a baby, i don’t give a shit about your stupid pranks. shut up already and go bother someone else.” you snapped.

if you didn’t want him to love a monster, you had to make him hate you.

“w-what?” he wasn’t sure if he heard you right. why were you so mean? did he do something? or maybe you were right? he should stop telling you every smallest detail about his life.

“you heard me. leave me alone i’m sick of this. i’m sick of you.”

judging by his expression he wasn’t going anywhere due to the shock he felt, so you decided to be the one who leaves.

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“have you told him about it already?” your brother, regulus, asked. both of you had to give up your dreams and live up to your parents expectations. you could not do anything against their will, because of the consequences that you would have to deal with. why weren’t you more like your other brother, sirius? why couldn’t you be rebellious just like him? you were a coward.

there’s really no way of winning, if in your own eyes, you don’t deserve it.

“no.”

“well, are you going to do that?”

“do i even have a choice?” you asked, even though you already knew the answer. “you know what?” you were met with his questioning face. “i’ll tell him right now.”

he couldn’t say anything else as he was met with black smoke and you were gone.

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teleporting to prefects bathroom you sent your animagus, which represented a black cat, to james with a message saying meet me in our bathroom.

soon after you were met with a sound of running footsteps from behind the door. when james barged in, all of your confidence was gone. but it was not you who was important. it was him and his safety.

after a few moments in silence you decided to do what you had to do. “i have to show you something, but please, let me explain before you judge me. ” to say he was confused was a understatement. maybe, just maybe, in the back of his head he knew what was going to happen. but right now he didn’t really think about it.

“love, i could never judge or hate you, just please, show me. i’ll understand.” oh how wrong he was you thought.

pulling up your left sleeve, an ugly, dark mark was visible. you turned your head to the side, because you knew you wouldn’t be able to stand a look on your lover’s face. when he didn’t say anything, you dared to look at him. and it was a mistake. the way he looked at your arm was so hurtful to both of you that you couldn’t stand the tension in the room anymore.

“i-i didn’t want i-“ you were cut off by his words.

“no, no, you didn’t. y-you couldn’t, you wouldn’t be abl- oh merlin, why? why y/n?”

“james, let me explain, please! i never wanted it. i’m sorry for the way i was treating you lately. i just- i thought that if i was going to make you hate me, it would be easier, i-“

“there’s no need to.”

“w-what do you mean?” you asked, trying to stay calm but your own body betrayed you.

“because i already do. ”

his words cut like a knife. you could literally hear your blood running in your ears. james’ cold expression sending shivers down your spine.

“you don’t mean that. i can help us! can’t you see what i’m doing? what am i sacrificing? for you! just so you can be happy! i’m doi-“

“can’t you see what you’re doing to me?” the way his voice broke was your last straw. you vanished just like a coward. the coward, the snake you truly were.

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“that’s not fair! that’s not…not fair…” quiet sobs were heard from the prefects bathroom when sirius passed by the door. he was walking around the hallways, searching for his best friend. worried for him, he gently knocked on the door.

“prongs…hey, are you there? you okay?” the eldest black brother asked worried. he has never seen james in such state, he wasn’t the type of person to be open with his negative feelings.

the sobs quieted and water splashing on the cold sink was heard. now, sirius was siriusly worried. what had to happen to make james so miserable? he was always the sun in their friend group. whenever someone was in a bad mood, james was always first one to be there for them and lighten up their mood. so sirius was going to be a james for james.

“alright, i’m coming in!”

“they are all the same.”

“what the hell happened?”

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you were sitting on the astronomy tower, feet hanging over the barrier, cigarette in your right hand. there wasn’t anything going through your mind right now. your head was totally empty, you just couldn’t bring yourself to think about anything else than…exactly. every time you wanted to keep your mind busy, it lead to thinking about the mess in your life. you were only sixteen. how come your life was so bad already? what did you do to deserve it? you had no idea. everything went downhill so quic-

“y/n? y/n/n is that you?” you heard a familiar a voice followed by footsteps from behind your back. “hey, is that you? did you tell jam- whoa, what happened?” he asked even though he already knew what was going on.

you smiled, but your smile wasn’t the happy one. “well, long story short, everything is fucked up. but y’know what? i can’t blame him. i mean- i wouldn’t react any better, if i found out that my boyfriend is on the opposite side of the war.” regulus sat right next to you and put his hand on your shoulder in reassurance.

“oh y/n/n, i’m so sorry.”

“it’s not your fault”

“i know, but i still am.”

the siblings sat in silence, watching the stars and chasing answers to their questions, that were never to be answered.

✁

#james potter x black!reader #james potter #james potter x slytherin!reader #marauders #marauders x reader

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gay-mirrorball · 6 months

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happy diwali to all those who celebrate! here’s a lil something for the jegulus readers <3

jegulus au - diwali

Diwali, the festival of lights, has always held a special place in James’ heart. The air feels like love and festivities. It’s full of joy; joy he wants his lover to experience too.

As they exit the uber they took from the airport, James watches Regulus look up at the Potter house. It’s an ancestral property, maintained to perfection, draped in lights of various colours. The grass in the front yard is trimmed and the entrance to the door sparkling clean.

When the doors open to let them in, they are met with what must be at least half of the Potter family, piling on to hug and greet them. Regulus laughs that startled laugh of his and it’s music to James’ ears.

Every hallway is lit with lights and diyas and candles, adorned with flowers and rangolis. James watches Regulus take it all in with awe on his face and thinks that he might just be falling in love all over again.

But if he thought Regulus had him mesmerised before, it’s nothing compared to the sight of him in traditional clothing. Dressed in a purple kurta, which brings out his eyes, Regulus is a sight to behold.

And if that weren’t enough to make James question if he has died and reached heaven, Regulus stepped out into the lights in the balcony. Blue and purple, pink and green, all colours reflect on his chiseled face, making James go weak in the knees.

Regulus hasn’t even touched him yet and he already has James dazed.

“Take a picture of me, love,” Regulus requests and James thinks that if he asked him to carve his heart of his chest and put it in his palm, he’d do that too, without any hesitation.

As Regulus poses for a picture, James thinks about how, even if the camera didn’t work, he could probably paint this from memory. Regulus Black in traditional Indian clothing, glowing under the assortment of lights hung overhead, is not a sight that could be forgotten.

#jegulus #starchaser #james potter #regulus black #writing #jegulus microfic #diwali #desi james potter

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cressthebest · 2 months

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Art Heist, Baby! thoughts pt2.

chapter 4:

1. ….. they are going to stay in. a. MANSION???? HOLY SHIT. SHUT UP.

2. no relationships? and no sex? regulus has no idea what he just forbade. like?? babes, everyone is pairing off, you included.

3. remus’s journaling about books habit instead of writing in the margins. it’s so him <333333

4. james taking off his shirt and regulus trying very hard not to look at james’ chest 😳

5. james nearly collapsing beneath regulus’ touch is SIMP BEHAVIOR

6. date????? it’s a date??? tomorrow? with reg?

7. CHAPTER NOTES SAY SIRIUS COMES NEXT CHAPTER. AND HOLY SHIT IVE BEEN WAITING! HES MY GENDER ENVY, AND WOLFSTAR *IS* A NECESSITY.

chapter 5:

1. the chapter summary only says: [Enter: Sirius Black]

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

2. wait. is wolfstar going to end up being starcrossed lovers of detective x thief. wait. wait. wait. hold up jsut a minute.

3. THE BLACKS WERE A FAMILY OF THIEVES. HOLY SHIT. AND SIRIUS ESCAPED??? I’m literally so intrigued.

4. remus and sirius love at first sight, lovers in every universe, fated to a tragic end. my dears, i hope it works out for you this time.

5. GOD DAMN. MAKING OUT IN AN ART MUSEUM?? wolfstar apparently needs to make up for lost time in this universe. god damn.

6. peter being treated as valuable and important and a good character <3333

chapter 6:

1. regulus is well aware this is a date with james, whether either outright specified it or not. james having a special outfit for reg is so james 😭😭😭. and regulus well aware that james is trying to flirt with him and likes it.. AHH

2. their favorite holidays reflecting the other person!!! i’m sobbing!! james liking winter and regulus liking summer, jsut proves how their attraction to each other started <33333

3. side note, regulus is a capricorn and i have been blessed with this knowledge. because i am a capricorn too. i think regulus is a january capricorn like me. he gives that vibe.

4. OH THIS SCENE. the scene with THE art heist baby painting, the one with the boat! OH!

james will steal it for him 😭😭😭

what a fucking idiot, i love him

james is willing to follow regulus anywhere oh my god. hold up. i think i need a moment. hold up.

this is the exact moment reg fell head over heels in love. he already liked james, but this moment sealed his fate.

5. regulus and james both want it to be a date but they literally can’t. why are they making this painful for themselves. just call it a date. THE PINING

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delicris · 25 days

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strings of blood attached

april 4th | forbid | 849 words | @jegulus-microfic

cw: mcd, blood, mild gore

"James. Look at me."

And he does. Oh, he does – a fevered look charged with anger and a desire for blood. And Regulus knows he can satisfy only one of the two. There's a blade pressed to his throat and a body bracketing his entire frame, rendering both his arms useless, and yet, he has never felt calmer.

Breathe in. Breathe out. A step-by-step guide on how to survive.

Breathe in. Hold the eye contact, feel the electricity of it charging you from the inside out. Breathe out. Take the risks you were taught to avoid like the plague.

"We don't have to do this." Breathless.

Breathe in. The air staggers in your throat, and you hold it there for a few seconds, almost as if preserving this exact moment in time. Your eyes water. And then –

James's breathing is erratic when he shifts his body weight and pushes the blade further. It punctures the skin but doesn't go all the way through to his arteries.

It should hurt, and yet the only thing Regulus can focus on is James – James, who puts his entire being into a kiss so uncoordinated as his breathing. There are way too many teeth and not enough of what they once used to be, and it's sheer torture. It's the next best thing Regulus has ever experienced, and James is pulling away far too soon for his liking. He wants to lick him clean, wants to sink his teeth through his flesh and rip him apart because maybe then he could reach him.

There's a smile stretching across Regulus's face that's bordering on obscene, raw. Breathe out. He knows James is angry. He knows what urges he can satisfy. He knows the rules of survival.

Breathe in. He's calm all the while James keeps fighting for his life, keeps stealing the oxygen, keeps pushing and pulling, even after everything.

I love you. He tries to forbid himself from thinking of it.

I love you. He cannot succumb to his own selfish desires.

I love you. He wishes he could get what he came here for, what was stolen from him – vicious fingers curling around something that was never theirs to touch, not even for them to look at. It was always James and Regulus, always both or neither, always too much or not nearly enough. Is that what love is meant to be like?

I love you, I love you, I love you.

iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou

lovelovelovelovelove

lovelovelove

Breathe out.

"I love you."

A whisper and Regulus doesn't know who says it, just knows that the lips are now much more gentle. The kiss screams of softness and care – it urges him to wake up from the false tenderness, the false sense of intimacy, and yet it lulls him in all the same. It's the last sliver of hope.

Regulus smiles softly into the kiss just as James slits his throat clean. It was always going to be the desire for blood that would end them both.

He can't see him, but he feels him hiding in the crook of his neck. He thinks he hears him sob, still drawing one breath after the other, still trying so hard.

James breathes in deep, deeper than ever before, and then, the distinct sound of a blade going through flesh. He would recognize James's body collapsed on top of him every single time, their disgruntled noises fusing into one perfect harmony.

Had the situation been different and the wounds not their last, they would have been bathing in each other's blood until the sun started painting James's skin warm, fingers dragging through the pooling blood, reaching inside.

Regulus trips over the tiny bit of hope that grew inside of him at that very last second and falls into the pit of an eternal abyss with his lover hidden deep inside of him. They were never going to leave this place on their own, the string was always way too tight.

–

They meet again, eventually. Regulus cuddled up in their bed, placed in the middle of a seemingly endless white floor. The light is overwhelming, yet the bed brings a sense of familiarity that keeps him content. A tiny black cat is keeping him company – a kitten that keeps bugging him for attention as he wakes for the millionth time. But there's a new feeling of an unmistakable weight behind him, and he shouldn't be able to feel the warmth of the body, but if he focuses hard enough, he's certain he can make out that long-awaited sense of comfort he's been searching for.

"How long have you been waiting here, love?"

Regulus no longer has to keep his breathing under control.

"Just a couple lifetimes."

Death looks him right in the eyes, and he smiles again – for the first and last time. There's an arm thrown over his waist and a kiss pressed to his shoulder, death purring right next to his head.

He falls asleep for the last time, their string attached for an eternity.

#okay now for my lil notes:#my head is POUNDING #they came to me yesterday and now they're alive (hah)#jegulus microfic #jegulus #james potter #regulus black #cris writes *evil emoji*#<- i haven't used that in forever :0 #if the cws r not proper please lemme know!!

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earth2pearl · 1 year

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Summer rain

“Regulus?” James called, checking the bathroom for what felt like the 100th time. He wasn’t in the kitchen, the bedroom, the bathroom, his studio, the dining room, or the living room, and James was beginning to panic.

He walked back into the living room, a small rumble of thunder causing him to notice the crack in the back door. A bit of water was beginning to pool as the relentless rain poured down from the darkening sky. Beside the door frame sat Regulus’ work shoes, neatly placed side by side.

James made his way to the back porch, making a mental note to fix the bloody leak again.

“Regulus, darling?” He called, scanning the slowly flooding backyard. On the water-covered path laid the younger man, his bare feet crossed at the ankles and his hands folded over his stomach. His white button-down shirt and black pants were thoroughly soaked, his hair painted across his forehead. James thought he looked ethereal but could see the red puffiness surrounding the other man’s eyes.

“Oh, darling” James whispered, walking out from the safety of the porch to crouch next to his lover.

“Please go back inside mon chéri, you might get sick. I’ll be in in a moment, I promise” Regulus softly mumbled, opening his eyes but avoiding eye contact with his fiancé.

“Darling you’re going to get sick” James whispered in return, gently moving the hair on Regulus' forehead away from his eyes. Although this didn’t happen often anymore, James was familiar with how to help. He knew Regulus was telling him to go away but needed him to show that he cared. He began to lay down beside Regulus, offering out his hand.

“What are you doing?” Regulus inquired, his voice full of concern.

“I’m here until you're ready to go inside”

“But you hate getting your clothes wet”

“But I love you”

Regulus wavered, then gently took James’ hand. For a while, there was only a comfortable silence between the two men.

“I don’t deserve you” Regulus whispered, afraid to utter it any louder. He felt James slightly tense beside him before responding.

“You deserve the universe Regulus. The stars, moons, planets, and galaxies. I’d give you it all in a heartbeat. You are worth everything and more. I’d give anything for you to see yourself the way I see you” James whispered back honestly, hoping the other man knew he meant every word.

Regulus couldn’t respond, not verbally. Instead, he turned his head to face James, and placed a soft, gentle kiss to his temple. James smiled, his face towards the sky, his glasses completely covered in water droplets. He didn’t look over, knowing Regulus didn’t like to be looked at when he felt vulnerable. Regulus looked back up, a faint smile ghosting his lips, the rain washing away his melancholic mood.

—

The two men stayed there until the porch light turned on, and the rain slowed to a drizzle. Regulus was the first to move, but James quickly stood and held out a hand for his star.

After a hot shower and a quick meal, the two men found themselves in bed, Regulus safely tucked into James’ chest. He absentmindedly traced the tattoo on his lover’s upper arm while listening to his heartbeat.

“Thank you,” Regulus quietly muttered.

“What for love?” James questioned sleepily.

“Everything” he whispered, hoping to convey how grateful he was for James in just a single word.

In return, James pressed a gentle kiss to Regulus’ forehead with a hum. Regulus smiled to himself, letting himself be consumed by James’ aura of comfort and warmth. Soon both men were sound asleep, protected in each other's arms.

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This is the first fanfic I ever actually put effort into writing and actually post which I’m super excited about! I would love feedback/tips if anyone is willing to give them! I hope you enjoyed reading it!

#jegulus #james x regulus #starchaser #sunchaser #sunseeker #rainyday #fanfic #jegulus fanfiction #james potter #regulus black #i love them #first fanfic #am I terrified no one will like it?#yes.#feedback #writing

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