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mrsriddlenott · 6 months

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Rivalry: Chapter Two

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Regulus Black x fem!Reader

Warnings: Teasing(not sexual), Mutual Pining, Suggestive Comments, Eventual Smut, “Enemies” to Lovers.

Regulus knew that he couldn’t just expect you to fall for him if he kept on how he was. He had to put in effort and show you the real him. Make sure you know that he isn’t always the asshole he shows you. He didn’t let you get the door to Binns’ class, he jumped for it before you could, opening it with a smirk and a teasing bow. Laughing lightly as you huffed and walked through in front of him.

You couldn’t think straight as you heard the large wood door click shut behind the tall brunette. You’d been alone together many times but this felt different. Something between you felt different. “We need to clean the desks and dust his books, I was th-“

“I can dust his books,” You blurted out, knowing Binns’ books were teetered on various shelves in a small spare room away from the main class and him.

“Doesn’t seem very fair does it?” Regulus asked in a slow voice as his eyes narrowed at you. You shrugged your shoulders, still turned away from him, avoiding his gaze as you slipped through the desks and into the make-shift library.

Regulus bit back his smile as he waved his wand to conjure the necessary cleaning products, he chuckled as he walked noiselessly to lean against the empty doorframe of the spare room. “I think you’ll find you’ll need this,” You jumped slightly before turning to finally meet his eyes and triumphant smile.

One of his arms against the arch of the door, blocking you in as the other lazily stretched towards you with a feather duster in his long, nimble fingers. Your eyes focused on them for too long as he eyed you happily, “Well go on then Miss Perfect,” He urged, pushing off the doorframe and placing the duster in your hand, grazing your fingers with his for longer than needed, “No need to stare, you can have them whenever you want.”

“Wha-“ Your eyes shot to his that were already staring into yours, not sure you heard his whisper correctly as your face grew hot, you searched for his usual glint of mischief and found nothing. His smile only grew as he backed away, eyeing you before he tapped at the doorframe and slipped off to clean centuries old desks.

Your heart pounded as you shakily dusted the books you could reach, leaving the entire top row of the two largest, center bookshelves un-dusted. At first you desperately searched the room for a step stool or chair you could use to dust them yourself before ultimately trying to use a near by table, the legs screeching across the floor as you tugged it towards you.

“What are you doing?” Regulus watched you tug at the table once more before huffing and looking up at him, your hair slightly messier than usual as you blew it out of your face. His lips tugged up into a smile as you let your eyes stay locked on his for a second.

“Regulus?” Your voice was breathy and small, making the boy subconsciously lick his lips and mentally curse himself for letting himself slip from the “gentlemen” he had to be to win you over.

“Yes?”He asked with a lazy smile as he leaned in on the door again, watching you intently as you avoided his eyes.

“I can’t reach the top shelves,” You mumbled, cringing slightly at his echoing laugh before scowling in his direction. “If I clean the rest of the de-“

“The desks are done.” He interrupted in a cocky voice you knew too well, stepping further into the dusty room as he tried to force eye contact again. Leaning forward, placing his hands flat on the edge of the table directly across from you.

“Then why the hell are you still here? You could’ve left ya know?” You sighed, crossing your arms as you rolled your eyes to avoid meeting his gaze, turning your back to him and moving further into the room and away from his form. Regulus immediately rushed to slip past the table and shorter bookshelves as he followed to catch up to you.

“But I didn’t, lucky you.” He chuckled against your ear, slipping past your side, making you shiver slightly as he took the duster from your hand with his cold fingers and entered the middle of the room to get to work for you.

You watched him intently, just now noticing as his light weight t-shirt lifted with his arm to dust, that he’d stripped himself of his cloak reminding you to finally do the same. He eyed you “discretely” as you draped your cloak over a bookshelf before turning to meet his eyes again and finally letting them rest there. He smiled slightly, trying his best to get across that he wasn’t trying to be an asshole, he kind of just is one.

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ijustwantogohomehogwarts · 9 months

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b r o t h e r | f u c k e r

Y/n and Regulus have been hiding their relationship for a few reasons, but Y/n is starting to get frustrated having to hide it from one of her best friends, and her boyfriend’s brother. They finally decide to tell him, and things don’t go exactly as planned.

Warnings and such: 18+ MINORS DNI!! Illusions to sex (nothing explicit), some steamy stuff, tons of fluff, a good bit of angst, defiantly brotherly angst and teasing, swearing, not proof read...I think its funny!

Word Count: 3427

(I’m not going to always add this, but this one is rather long)

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“I think he knows...”

My head was resting on Regulus’ bare chest, fingers tracing the freckles on his sweat dampened skin. I could feel my own skin get warmer as I spoke. He was rubbing painstakingly gently at bruise he left on my hip. I know he felt bad about it, and he would continue to feel bad about it as it healed, but it didn’t hurt.

“You could just tell him, stop lying about it...”

Regulus laughed. “I’m not lying about anything, but why do I have to tell him?!”

I untangled myself from the sheets and his limbs. A dull ache in my hips sent another wave of heat though my body. I straddled his lap, reaching down to grab his t shirt from off the floor and slipping it over my head. He exaggerated a frown as I sat up, hands falling onto my thighs, thumbs rubbing circles across the love bites. His frown quickly vanished; a proud, cocky smile taking it’s place.

“He is your brother after all.”

“You were friends with him before you met me.”

I rocked my hips gently as I leaned over, thumb tracing his jaw line before pushing his chin away. His head fell to the side, exposing his neck with no hesitation. What a push over!

“This is true” I sighed, licking from his collar bone up to his jaw. Regulus shuttered, his grip on my thighs tightened immensely. I smiled into his skin, giving a gentle kiss to his pulse point “Would you rather I tell him,” I kissed his neck again, “every,” a little lower, “little,” a little lower, “detail?” I smiled to myself before biting down on his collar bone, my tongue immediately soothing the skin.

Regulus sucked in a deep breath through gritted teeth, holding it for a moment before I began kissing my way up his neck again. His chest shook slightly as he exhaled, the air getting caught in his lungs as he tried to 'play it cool.' I kissed his pulse point again, one hand coming up to tug at a few curls behind his neck before holding his jaw in place.

“Well?”

I didn’t give him a chance to answer before going to work, determined to leave a hickey on one of the most sensitive parts of his skin. He wasn’t a fan of the aftermath, but this man was a puddle beneath me, willing to do anything I asked of him as long as I didn’t stop my attack on his neck. His hips bucked as he groaned loudly.

“Fuck-” he managed, hands pushing and pulling at my hips, willing himself to not leave another bruise on me, but loosing terribly.

When I was satisfied, I littered gentle kisses across the rest of his face, intentionally avoiding his lips, though I couldn’t help but kiss the corners of his mouth.

“You’re going to be the death of me.” He muttered, eyes closed, but the smile on his face told me that if this was how he was going to die, he wasn’t going to complain.

“I’m sorry, love.” I whispered against his lips, careful to pull away before he could reach me. I got off of him quickly, grabbing a pair of underwear out of my dresser and shutting myself in the bathroom.

I could hear Regulus throwing himself against the bed. I laughed. *(Think Elio in CMBYN when he gets caught...)*

I emerged a few moments later and watched Regulus from the bathroom door. He was flat out on his back, long, dark curls falling gently on the pillow behind him, his chest rising and falling steadily. The fingers on one hand pinched the bridge of his nose, his other hand lay just below the waistband of his boxers. I couldn’t tell what was sweat and what was saliva, but his skin glistened in the sun- he looked like a sex-ravished God. This is how I would forever picture Regulus Arcturus Black.

“Reggie?” I sauntered over to him, unsure if he was still awake.

“Don’t touch me,” he peeked at me with one eye and smirked.

He rolled over, reaching for a glass of water on the table. I could see the red lines down his back, the small crescent shaped spots just above his hips - the marks made from my fingers.

“Shit!” I whispered, finger tips gently tracing the marks. “Baby, I’m sorry!”

“Don’t be,” he rolled back over, glass in hand and sat up. “I like these ones. You on the other hand,”

He pulled his my t shirt so I was standing closer, raised the hem of it and rubbed his thumb across the same bruise. I looked down at it too. I admit- it looked really bad. It was already many shades of purple, the darkest of them in the center.

“I promise Reg, it really doesn’t hurt!” He eyes searched my face, trying to find a trace of uncertainty- or anything that told him I was lying. He sighed, looking at the mark again. “Here,” I grabbed his wand off the floor (Why was it on the floor? And when did that happen?!) pointed it at my hip, and watched him as he watched it disappear entirely.

“That’s not the same,” he pouted, “but thank you.”

I bent down to kiss him, but just before I reached his lips, his hand found my face, stopping me in my tracks.

“I have a question,”

“Hmm?”

“What do you mean by ‘every little detail’?”

His lips barely touched mine as he spoke, but I could feel the smirk on his mouth. Before I could respond, I was falling to the bed, Regulus laying between my legs, his weight a comfort on my still sore body. He held himself up on one arm, the other tracing over my sides, leaving goosebumps in its wake. I didn’t answer him, I don’t think he actually intended for me to have an answer- he just wanted to prove I didn’t have full control over him.

I reached up, carding my fingers through his hair, and enjoying the comfortable silence.

“Do you really think he knows?” Regulus finally spoke, his head resting in his hand.

I shrugged

“Sort of...I think he knows I’m lying when I tell him I can’t be somewhere with them, but he doesn’t bring it up. And he isn’t actually mad he just...”

“Does that Sirius thing?” He smiled

“Yeah, exactly!”

Regulus scooched up higher, resting his forehead against mine and took a deep breath.

“We should tell him...I’ve never hid anything from him before in my life, and I don’t want to start now. Not with you. I don’t want to feel like I have to hide you.”

I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck, my legs wrapping around his hips. Regulus laughed into my chest, falling on his side so we were, again, face to face. He held my gaze, fingers tucking loose stands of hair behind my ears. I returned the favor.

“How?” He spoke, barely above a whisper.

“Quietly,” I smiled. “I could have him come here...”

“When?”

“Whenever you want?”

“Can we do it now? Before I change my mind?”

My eyes widened- I would have thought he would try to push this off as long as possible. Regulus Black was a very rational person; everything he did was well thought out and planned in advance. Nothing was spur of the moment, and I had never known him to do anything that required the spontaneous attention of his brother- or any attention from his brother for that matter, though I know he missed having it.

“Y-yeah. I can ask him to meet me- us here.” I tried to sound confident, but suddenly I was nervous too. Regulus nodded, rolling over on his back.

I got out of bed, scribbled down a quick message to Sirius, and sent the paper bird on it’s way. Instantly, I regretted it. Not for any reason other than the state of my room.

“Reggie?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you think he’s going to know we were having sex?”

He looked around- school robes and random articles of clothing littered the room. The bed sheets were in a pile, blankets on the floor, and the atmosphere reeked of lust and desperation (though I didn’t mind so much.) The boy dissolved into a fit of nervous laughter, scrambling to his feet.

“Go shower, I will clean this up!” Regulus spun around in a circle a few times, evidently suddenly overwhelmed. “Reg! Go!” He looked at me, hands on either side of my face and kissed me deeply. My hands held his wrist, and in that moment, I couldn’t care if Sirius showed up- well....

The shower turned on and I immediately set to work trying to straighten out my room. Regulus and I were usually never this carefree and messy, but last night we saw no reason to bother. After finding my wand under a blanket on the floor, I remember I could use magic! The shower turned off just as I was finishing up-

*knock* *knock*

No turning back now

I opened the door and smiled at Sirius. I stepped aside, trying to collect my thoughts as he walked in, shutting the door behind him. Before I could say anything he looked at the bathroom, light on, steam pushing its way out from under the door, then back at me, quizzically. He looked me over from my head to my feet, clearly noticing that I had not in fact been in the shower, but someone had- or still was. His face lit up and he pointed excitedly.

“Is this what you’ve been doing- is this who you’ve been doing?!” He whispered.

“Sirius!” I tried not to laugh. Before I could say anything else, the bathroom door opened.

Regulus emerged, hair dripping and shirtless. He turned to the dresser just outside the bathroom, having not noticed Sirius or I standing on the other side of the room. We, however, could still see the marks on his back. Shit.

“As-tu vu mon pull, mon amour?”

“No!” Sirius screeched, which caused Regulus to jump.

“Shit, shit, shit!”

Sirius made for the door, but I waved my wand, slamming it in his face and making sure it stayed locked.

“You’re joking! Please tell me you’re joking?!”

“Sirius-”

“Oh no, Reggie! Don’t you start with me!”

“Sirius!”

“And you!” I stood tall, holding my ground, despite the fact he was quite a bit taller than me. Sirius backed away slightly. “I’ll come back to that.”

He turned back to Regulus and looked at him for a while before;

“Qui pensez-vous être?! (Who do you think you are?!) Elle est ma meilleure amie! (She’s my best friend!) Je n’y crois pas! (I don’t believe this!) ENFOIRE! (Motherfucker/bastard) Je veux dire c’est génial, mon meilleur ami et mon frère…(I mean it’s awesome, my best friend and my brother) MAIS ALLEZ! (BUT COME ON!) Mon meilleur ami et mon frère! (my best friend and my brother!) Si tu lui brises le cœur, je devrai te tuer! (If you break her heart, I’ll have to kill you!) Oh, mais et si elle rompait avec toi? (Oh, but what if she broke up with you?) Je ne peux pas la tuer, c’est ma meilleure amie…(I can’t kill her, she’s my best friend…) Mais c’est “bros” avant- (But it’s “bros” before-)

“Sirius!” Regulus finally stopped him, somewhere between laughing and ready to strangle his brother. Meanwhile, I had resorted to sitting on the bed, Sirius’ pacing had made me dizzy, and my French wasn’t good enough to keep up.

Sirius looked up, annoyed that his ramblings had been interrupted.

“Quoi?! Je n’allais pas le dire! (What?! I wasn’t going to say it!)”

“English! Please!” Sirius narrowed his eyes and looked at me, then back at Regulus who had just found a shirt to wear.

“Did you do that to him?” He asked, pointing to Regulus’ back. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks, embarrassment washing over me. That was an intimate detail I would have preferred to stay hidden.

“Padfoot-”

“Because if you did, please teach Remus!” I was at an absolute loss for words. Sirius’ expression was stone cold, unyielding and sharp, but I genuinely couldn’t tell if he was being serious or not?!\

“Wait- what?” Regulus asked, scratching his head

“I’m gay, idiot! Keep up!”

“WHAT?!”

“This is about you, not me. Focus Reggie for fucks sake!”

Regulus sat down and looked at the ground like he was trying to take in an entire year’s lecture 5 minutes before final exams.

“Okay, no- separate, please.” Sirius motioned for us to sit farther apart on the bed. Regulus didn’t look up, but I rolled my eyes, not amused.

“Are you mad?” I asked him after a few minutes of silence.

“I don’t know yet,” he said, as he began to pace again. “Am I the last one to know?”

“First,” Regulus chimed in, still not looking up.

“I’m the first?!” He pretended to get choked up “I’m so honored you guys I-”

“Don’t make it weird.”

“And please don’t say anything! We want to tell people, just,” I held Regulus’ hand “Not yet.” He looked up at me and smiled, squeezing my hand a little tighter.

“Okay, that’s kind of cute.”

It was an overwhelming feeling, having both brothers here at the same time. I don’t think they had spoken to each other in about a year, and while they both wanted to mend their relationship, neither knew where to start. I couldn’t imagine, let alone have planned that I would be, quite literally, the center of all of this! I didn’t know if this would ultimately hurt their relationship even further, strain my relationship with one or both of them or worse- both.

“How long has this been going on, because y/n, you’re a shitty liar, but you’ve been sticking to the same bullshit for a while now!”

“Sirius,” Regulus sighed, running a hand through his still damp hair. “Y/n and I have been friends since day one-”

“Really?”

“Don’t interrupt.”

“Sorry-”

“But we didn’t start…”

“Bumping uglies?”

“For fucks sake, Sirius!”

Note to self: kill Remus for teaching Sirius muggle slang. And apparently; only the bad ones.

“Sorry! Sorry. I meant ‘passionately making…’no, I can’t say that, somehow it’s worse.”

Regulus groaned and threw a pillow at him, somehow managing to hit him in the head.

“We’ve been…together for a few months now…it started before then, but officially…”

“Wait, so this is like, official, official?!”

“Why would we tell you if it wasn’t?!”

We talked for a while longer, answered the genuine questions Sirius had, and made him promise not to say anything to anyone. We knew he would tell Remus, but Remus was great at keeping secrets. Eventually, Sirius decided he wanted to leave, and Regulus had promised Evan, Barty and Pandora that he would study with them. I knew he would be back later tonight, but it still felt weird letting him leave, like things wouldn’t be the same now that someone knew.

“If you get bored, come study with us, yeah?” I nodded shyly. “Oh come on now, you were quite bold this morning! Don’t tell me that's going to change!” He kissed my cheek, keeping his lips close to my ear “Because I fucking loved it!” He kissed me again and set off on his way.

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A few hours passed and dinner was drawing near. I was famished from the days activities, and decided to force someone to go eat with me, seeing as Regulus wouldn’t be back until later, not that he and I ever went together, and I wouldn’t know what to say to Sirius if I was alone with him.

Much to my relief, Lily and James were sitting in the Gryffindor common room.

“Hey, Y/N!” James smiled, peeling his attention away from Lily for a brief moment.

“Hey guys! Seen Remus anywhere?”

They both looked at each other but shook their heads

“Library?” Lily suggested. I said goodbye and made my way across the castle.

There were only a few students when I arrived, thankfully, but Regulus, Evan, Bary, Remus and Sirius were all sitting in the back corner, though at separate tables. Regulus looked up when I walked in, mouthed a small ‘hi’ and smiled. I could see Sirius glaring out of the corner of my eye. I made my way to the Gryffindors.

Remus smiled as I sat down.

“He told you, didn’t he.”

“Yep!”

I kicked Sirius under the table.

“Hey! He doesn’t count!”

“Oi!” Remus kicked him under the table.

“Okay, fuck you guys!”

A few moments passed and I could hear the boys at the table behind us begin to pack up.

“Remus, wanna grab dinner?”

“Definitely!”

“Hey!” Sirius whispered, “You can’t have my brother AND my boyfriend.”

“Yes she can!” Remus smiled. Sirius glared.

We all walked out of the library and Sirius held the door, stepping though it behind me so his brother had to hold the door for himself.

“You know, y/n, I’ve been thinking,”

“I had no part in whatever he’s about to say, I swear!” Remus threw his hands up in self defense.

“Shut up. Anyway, We’ve all got nicknames, and even though you belong to a lesser house-”

“I have full access to the kitchens-”

“As I was saying, even though you belong to the second greatest house, you’re our best friend!”

Meilleur ami.

“Thank you?”

“I’ve been thinking really hard about this one, so tell me what you think,” Sirius slowed down so we were within earshot of the boys behind us. He cleared his throat, evidently about to make a grand gesture. “Brother-fucker.” He said proudly, bowing elaborately as he continued to walk.

The boys behind us stopped (one of them anyway), Remus nearly choked on the chocolate frog he was shoving in his mouth, and I was trying to decide whether or not to laugh or punch him in the mouth. Sirius was doubled over laughing, and after a moment, I realized he meant nothing cruel by the name.

I sighed, and laughed a little, trying to steal a glance at Regulus, but didn’t dare to turn around entirely. We continued walking, and it seemed as though Evan and Barty were none the wise to what had just been said. I threw an arm around Remus’ shoulder and glared at Sirius.

“Hey, Moony?”

“No!” Sirius tried to protest, horrified.

“Sirius has a secret kink I think you should know about!”

“No!” Sirius continued to protest, trying to get in between Remus and I. It was clear Remus knew what I was doing and, thankfully, he was on board with it.

“Oh is that right? Do tell! And please don’t spare any details!”

I heard Regulus snort behind me. An overwhelming feeling of relief washed over me. I knew it would still take time for Sirius to come to terms with me and his brother, and eventually we would have to tell the others, but that was a worry for another day. Sirius had taken it surprisingly well, and he was the biggest worry.

As we entered the great all, the Slytherin boys veered off to the left, and I was finally able to steal a glance at Reggie, who looked incredibly happy as he winked at me, exaggerating a stretch which showed off a small, red and purple bruise on the side of neck. My entire body felt flooded for the 100th time today- I had completely forgotten to hide that! He smiled at me again, pulled a curl down to hide the mark and walked with his head high, proud and poised.

I could see past it though, the image of him this morning looking like a sex-ravished God still burned in my mind-

“Hello?! Earth to brother-fucker? You’re drooling!”

I dragged my attention away from Regulus and back to his brother, who followed my line of sight and pretended to gag.

“Disgusting.”

“Moony!”

“No!”

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moondustinfj · 7 months

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Jegulus is basicly loki x fandral but with even less canon content

#epiphany #sunshine x grumpy #best friends brother #overprotective older brother #black cat x golden retriever #secret relationship #jegulus #fandroki #dashingfrost #loki x fandral #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #fandral #james potter #regulus black #wolfstar #marauders #thor

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treehousesinfrance · 11 months

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Sirius finds out! A Jegulus microfic : 475 words

Regulus Black, Heir of House Black, Dead at 19

“Apparently you’re dead?”

James dropped the paper onto the kitchen table

“Were you ever going to tell me about this or was I to learn it from the Prophet?”

Regulus sipped on his tea, unamused.

“Now I have to get myself a new husband. Harry really should have a father figure in his life. How could you do this to me? To Harry!”

“You are a father, you utter twat. Sit down. I made breakfast.”

He did sit, but with a huff to let Regulus know he was not pleased.

“Dumbledore thought it best I fake my death so the death eaters don’t come after me or my family. I always said I would stop spying after Harry was born.”

They ate in silence, but for the occasional gurgle from baby Harry.

“We’ve just had to hide so much of ourselves already. Now I’m supposed to pretend you’re not even alive?”

James began fiddling with the ring he wore on a chain around his neck, a habit he’d picked up, Regulus noticed.

“I know it’s hard, but it’s not forever. After the war, we’ll be together properly. Maybe I can even hold your hand in public without causing a riot. But until then, we need to stay safe for our son.”

As if in response, Harry was sick, all over himself. Ungrateful child.

James chuckled and cracked that smile and, yeah Regulus was done for. Every time he saw it he fell all over again. How was there ever a time he thought he’d hated him.

“Come on, baby. Let’s get you cleaned up, huh?”

He was so in love it hurt. Watching his husband carefully wipe Harry clean with a cloth he’d produced from somewhere while Harry stared up at him with those big grey eyes, entranced. Well, Regulus, despite being officially dead, had never been happier.

“James!”

The front door crashed open and a distraught Sirius burst through, clutching the news paper in one hand and his heart in the other.

“James, he’s gone and I never-“

They were all frozen in place, Sirius’ eyes darting between Regulus, James, Harry, Regulus, Harry, Regulus, James.

“You’re - you’re alive.”

“Yes”

“You’re here?”

“Yes.”

“You’re… fucking.”

“Married actually”, James supplied, “but yes. Fucking, that too.” Idiot.

Sirius seemed to go through fourteen different emotions in the space of a single minute, wrapping his arms around Regulus, sobbing into his chest, while also threatening certain appendages of James’ that Regulus himself was quite attached to.

“Don’t threaten my husband, please.”

And that stopped the sobbing, and then-

“Oh, James! We’re brothers!”

And then they were both crying, which upset Harry of course, so now he was crying too and for a second Regulus wished he really was dead because he couldn’t deal with this many emotions before 9am.

words: 475

#jegulus #microfic #regulus black #james potter #sirius black #secret relationship #secret marriage #fanfic #james potter x regulus black #dead gay wizards #baby harry potter #marauders #treehousesinfrance

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floralembarrassment · 1 year

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He knows (1/1) (jegulus)

It was quiet. Perhaps too quiet. Well maybe not too quiet in a strange way, but definitely too quiet in a James way. Remus suspected to find him the dorm but the stillness and silence of the tower room suggested he might be wrong.

When he took a few more steps into the dorm he realized he had be correct, and that it was too quiet because James Potter was dead. Well not actually dead. He would be soon enough if Sirius found him the way he was.

James Potter wasn't dead, and he wasn't quiet when Remus poked him in the ribs startling him with a yelp and an attempt at jumping out of bed that resulted with him tumbling to floor.

No James Potter wasn't dead, he wasn't quiet, and apparently wasn't too smart either. Remus learned that when the other boy who had been sleeping, curled up on James' chest and wrapped in his arms also woke up to the yelling and banging of James' rude awakening.

Regulus Black sat bolt upright in the bed, eyes so wide with fear and panic as he regained consciousness and recognized that Remus was standing in front of him.

James Potter wasn't dead, he wasn't quiet, but there were now three people that were ready to murder him and one of those people didn't even know it yet.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Remus said to James at the same time Regulus said this Remus.

They exchanged smirks and James offered a small laugh, replying into the sharpness of the air, "Um having a nap?" He said trying to diffuse the tension.

"Don't be daft James, that's Sirius little brother!" Remus announced. James thought this was a rather funny thing to point out, but when he chuckled no one else was laughing.

"James I thought you locked the door and sealed the curtains!" Regulus complained as he searched for his clothes and started getting dressed.

"Not so fast, Regulus. That's your brother's best friend!"

"Oh sod off Lupin, I've always been a shit brother and Sirius will be the first to tell you that." Regulus rolled his eyes, and his coolness building back up around him.

"Remus please you can't tell him, not yet," James begged from the floor, literally still on his knees.

"James," Regulus and Remus said again at the same time, though their warning tones meant different things.

"You might actually get yourself killed you know that? Just from how stupid you are," Remus said with a huff as he sat down on the bed.

"Thank you," James said seeing Remus give up the fight. Regulus came around the bedposts and tossed James his jumper and trousers. His confidence suddenly so high, unashamed and seemingly disinterested in having been caught. James offered a sweet smile in return and if he was a cartoon his heart would be popping out of his chest.

"Don't thank me yet, if Sirius finds out I'm not going to be able to stop him from doing whatever he sets his mind to," Remus shook his head.

After James pulled on his clothes, he pulled Regulus into his side, whispering apologies. All Remus heard was, "I'll see you tonight okay?" as Regulus began to walk out of the dorm.

And James Potter wasn't dead, he wasn't quiet, he wasn't too smart, but he was openly smitten. And the blush on Regulus' pale cheeks suggested the feeling was mutual.

"How long?" Remus asked after James sat down on his bed to out his shoes on.

"Actually Remus I don't think I'm going to tell you any more details. That way you can plead ignorance when Sirius decides anyone who knows or kept this from him will need to pay consequences too." James replied.

"How can you be a good friend and a shit one all at the same time," Remus laughed as they got up and headed out of the dorm together.

"I don't know Remus, all I know is that I love him and there really isn't anything I can do or want to do now to stop that," James said with a shrug.

"Make that a bit more desperate when you tell Sirius that you're sleeping with his brother and please for the love of god let me be there when he finds out," Remus said.

The two boys laughed together all the way down the the Great Hall. Of course soon enough they both would be in trouble.

#jegulus #starchaser #sunseeker #marauders #james x regulus #fanfic #lgbtq+#getting caught #remus lupin #james potter #regulus black #marauders era #james fleamont potter #regulus arcturus black #marauders fandom #fluffiest fluff #secret relationship #hogwarts #harry potter

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theprettiesttstar · 7 months

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And what if I say Regulus' favourite ring was a silver moon and James had a golden sun ring on a necklace (that happened to fit perfectly with Regulus')

#jegulus #james x regulus #james potter x regulus black #james potter #regulus black #james loves regulus #regulus loves james #marauders era #matching rings #secret relationship

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littleprongslover · 7 months

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hi guys!! so i just wrote a Jegulus one-shot on ao3 based off “I can See You” by Taylor Swift, (Taylor’s Version). it’s posted there now, if you.. yk… wanna check it out? my user is littleprongslover, just like it is for here. so … let me know if u like it? i’m in the process of writing some more one-shots, one is wolfstar so we’ll see how long that takes me to… finish LMAO. love ya! 🩵🩵🩵

#james potter #marauders #jegulus supremacy #jegulus #regulus black #taylor swift #i can see you #taylor’s version #ao3 fanfic #oneshot #smut #secret relationship #marauders incorrect quotes #james potter and regulus black #sirius x lupin #sirius and regulus

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gracie81 · 1 year

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*Regulus in the marauders dorm

Sirius: Does anyone know where my toothbrush is?

Regulus: Yeh it’s on James bedside table

Sirius: Thanks Reggie… wait what are you doing here?

Sirius: *Giving James evil eyes

JAMES POTTER I SWEAR TO GOD YOU BETTER NOT BE DOING WHAT I THINK YOU ARE WITH MY BABY BROTHER

#james potter #regulus black #jegulus #sirus black #remus lupin #marauders #secret relationship #haha oops #sun and stars #incorrect marauders quotes

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rainytheoristpersona · 8 months

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I'm gonna rant a little but I think "I Can See You" and Jegulus just go so well together. I mean I can just see Regulus walking down a hallway thinking about kissing James but knowing he cant because 1) his brother is probably right there and 2) because no one knows about their relationship. In the song Taylor refers to everyone else as "they"and I feel like in Jegulus' case it would be Sirius as "they". I think that the only reason Jegulus wouldn't tell anyone about their relationship is because they don't want Sirius to find out and become super mad. Although I don't think he'd be mad he'd more be shocked or appalled because it now makes James a brotherfucker. Anyways sorry if you found this pointless but I'm done soooooo yeah.

#jegulus #i can see you #taylor swift #sirius black #james potter #regulus black #secret relationship #Spotify

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adharastarlight · 2 years

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I finally finished my 40K Jegulus fic-

Let me convince you to read it, in one sentence:

It's a fluffy (and smutty) hidden relationship where James falls first but Regulus falls harder <3

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lexithwrites · 3 months

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Tbh, if James and Regulus were in a secret relationship or a friends with benefits thing, I don’t think James would mind it. People not knowing? Exciting. Best friends little brother? Scandalous. But the fact that Regulus Black wants to keep him all to himself? James would be giggling and kicking his goddamn feet girl he’d feel so special—

#omfg he wants to keep ME his dirty little secret???#absolutely #legit James would love it #the marauders #regulus black #james potter #jegulus #random hc #starchaser #sunseeker #james potter x regulus black #regulus black x james potter

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laceswan · 1 year

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I’ve met a boy, it’s a complicated relationship. But it has a lot of similarities to some Regulus Black fics I’ve read, including the one I’m writing, right down to the hidden relationship stuff. It’s making me wonder how healthy the relationships in these fics are. Of course it varies fic to fic, and I personally try to make it as healthy as I can.

It’s just making me think of how important it is to remember that these are fiction, and not always something to romanticise.

#romanticise #regulus black #regulus fanfiction #marauders #secret relationship #a lil bit personal

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ijustwantogohomehogwarts · 8 months

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m i n e | (s e c r e t l y)

Y/n recounts the struggles of Timothée going back to work after spending time with her, knowing there's nothing she can do about it because, to the eyes of Hollywood, she doesn't exist. There's nothing she can do...as a girlfriend-

Warnings and such: established relationship, secret/private relationship, sad reader but major fluff points!

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I rolled over in bed, the gut wrenching realization that I was, once again, alone hit me before I even opened my eyes. The spot beside me was cold, covered pulled up and long abandoned...but his scent lingered. The warmth of his embrace, the feeling of his skin, his lips on mine...he was gone, but the memory burned in my mind like it was brand new- present.

I had myself convinced that I was handing this whole situation very well, he even gave me credit for how well I was 'holding it together,' and keeping everything a secret. Oh the irony in having secrets in Hollywood. I knew it was going to be hard, there was no way to make it any easier, but the façade shattered like glass each morning after he left.

It never mattered how long he was here; 12 hours or 12 weeks, it never felt like enough time. Who am I kidding- the rest of my life wouldn't be enough time to spend with him. We never wasted a moment, and made up for all the lack of physical touch until reality ripped us apart again. I'd fall asleep and convince myself that the next morning would be just the same, but nothing ever prepared me for his absence.

God, it was such a cliché thing to think! I could call him 10 times a day if I wanted, I could send him 100 text messages and FaceTime just to stare at his face! We live in a world where technology makes it almost impossible to miss someone...almost. Close isn't good enough...

I trudged around the empty apartment, the sound of his voice, the echo of his laughter; played loudly in the back of my mind. There was no trace of him. Keys, shoes, coat...all gone.

"Stop whining, he'll be back in a week!" I scolded myself in a desperate attempt to pull my head out of my ass and carry on with my life. "He's not dead!"

I made breakfast, cleaned the apartment and played music so loudly I couldn't hear my own thoughts. No thoughts, no tears. Besides, it was selfish for me to be upset: this was his life, I'm just a small part of it. He's got work to do, projects to finish and I'm so proud of him, truly I am! Who am I to hold him back from any of it because I miss him?! I turned the music up louder. No thoughts, no tears.

The afternoon rolled around and I dragged myself into the patio to enjoy the city. There was something magical about the time between when the work day ends, and the night life begins- there was a sense of calm amidst the chaos, something you only got to experience once a day. This is normally the time where I get to call him, or where he calls me, and we talk about the 9-5 grind as if either one of us had one, but I remember his speaking, as he drifted off to sleep last night, that today was going to be different. Busy. Demanding. Attention and time consuming. But he was excited, so I was excited for him.

There was no call.

When the noise started up again on the street below, I resolved myself to spend the rest of the night on the couch, watching movies and wallowing in my own self pity. I knew this feeling wouldn't last, that in the next day or two life would go back to the way it was before he was here, and the cycle would repeat itself. The thought of giving it up never crossed my mind...the days we were together made it all worth it. I was just a person who got too attached and I know that I would eventually learn to handle this better...good things take time after all.

I turned to shut the door, my eyes glancing over the table for the first time all day. It took another glance to notice that something on it didn't belong to me. The undeniable sparkle of designer diamonds. A ring. His ring. One of them anyway.

Maillon Panthere Ring. Cartier. $12,000. Maybe more.

Sticker shock is still very, very real.

He's left things here before, why wouldn't he, but this seemed like too much to simply forget. Shoes and t shirts were one thing, but he's never left something he wears regularly, something so expensive. I smiled, realizing that it was undoubtedly a mistake, and he had days where he would loose his own head of it wasn't attached.

"Missing something?" I texted him, though I didn't expect a response.

I set the ring down on the bathroom counter and indulged myself in a shower that lasted all too long. I threw on a pair of sweatpants and a t shirt that didn't belong to me and picked up the ring again. Funny, I had seen it so many times since he bought it, but it looked much different not wrapped around his fingers. I spun it around my own, blushing feverishly when I realized the only one it fit was my ring finger.

My phone chimed, drawing me quickly out of my thoughts.

"You. Filming on Astoria Boulevard probably until midnight...it's beautiful here. I'll bring you sometime! Call you tonight? xoxo"

Would it really be so wrong...

I jumped off the couch, giddy like a child on Christmas with a plan that would either end horribly or wonderfully, but if I was careful, the latter was the only option. I made myself presentable, without putting in too much effort for the sake of time constraint, pulled on a pair of shoes and a sweatshirt (which also didn't belong to me) and headed out the door.

I walked quickly towards the subway station a few blocks away, my knuckles turning white as I gripped the ring still on my finger. Astoria Boulevard in Queens was about an hour away, and I could only hope he was serious about being there well into the night, or this would be an all for nothing excursion out of the house.

There was a small group of people, only about 12 maybe and mostly girls, giddy with excitement and staring through their phone screens. If that wasn't enough to give away that they were all still there, the sidewalk closures, flood lights and film equipment was. I stepped over the barrier and slipped in with the group when no one was looking, though it didn't appear to be a big deal that they were there so what was one more? I made my way to the front, stopping when my fluttering in my chest became near overwhelming.

"Isn't he dreamy?" Someone whispered beside me.

"I hope we get to meet him!" Someone else replied.

"QUIET ON THE SET!"

Like a light switch, the world fell silent around us. The people beside me all hit record simultaneously and watched the magic unfold in front of them.

"ACTION."

There wasn't a whole lot to see from where we stood, but for a moment, I saw a mess of dark curls. I didn't need to see the face that they belonged to to instantly recognize him.

Him.

Everything came flooding back: the sound of his raspy voice, his lips on my neck, bare skin on bare skin, his fingers laced in mine. The smell of his skin, damp with sweat as he fought to catch his breath. I wonder if anyone had caught sight of the faint red lines down his back, or the dark purple bruises on his hips. My fingers instinctively traced my collar bone, knowing that I had matching bruises just below the fabric of this sweatshirt. My cheeks felt warm- warmer still when the train doors open and my eyes instantly fell to him.

I took in every inch of him; savoring the fact this was one of the very few times I was able to do so in public. There was an overwhelming feeling of excitement, a fear of being caught, though to anyone else I was a fan, nothing more. I felt my pulse quicken as adrenaline coursed through my body:

"I've kissed him. I've ran my fingers though his hair. I've shared a bed with him. I have his number saved in my phone. I'm wearing his clothes. I've seen him naked. I-"

Okay, simmer down.

"CUT!"

"That was great guys! Let's take 5 and we'll try to wrap this up."

There was a commotion of equipment moving and people shuffling around, but through it all I caught glimpses of Martin Scorsese (which was awe inspiring on it's own) and his muse. His beautiful, beautiful muse. The people beside me grew louder, desperate to capture his attention.

"Guys," The man who appeared to be assigned 'Crowd Control' turned towards us. "He knows you're here, he'll come say 'hello' when we're all done. Please let him finish or you're going to have to leave." He was met with muttered apologies, but didn't seem to mind.

I've never gotten to watch him work before, but there was something about it that was so...intoxicating. I already knew he poured everything into his projects, but watching him make it come to life was stunning. He took direction, looked, moved, breathed as instructed. I smiled when the rain machine came out and watched him slowly get drenched, curls sticking to his head, his white shirt becoming sheer...

I stared, unabashedly, until the final 'cut.'

"He'll be out in 10 minutes." crowd control guy spoke.

Almost to the second, the official new face of Chanel jogged around the corner. Clad in heavy sweatpants, t shirt and jacket, his hair was still damp and there was music blaring from his phone. The fans around me were screaming, though defiantly not as loud as I'm sure they have before, seeing how few of us there was. He stopped just short of the barrier, eyes locked on me, and froze.

I bit back a smile, watching him do the same as a beautiful color painted his cheeks. I dropped my head and stared at my fingers when I couldn't control myself any longer. I pulled his ring off my finger and rolled it around in my hand. I stole glanced as he made his way down the line. He was a model (literally) celebrity: doting on his fans, signing every autograph, making small talk, taking pictures...he was genuinely happy to be with them, and I know without a shadow of a doubt he would act just the same if I wasn't there.

"Don't be shy," his voice washed over me, hand touching my arm quickly. "I'm Timothee Chalamet, what's your name?"

"I'm [The nickname he gave you], it's nice to meet you!"

I stifled a laugh as the color in his cheeks began to match my nail polish. I rolled his ring back and forth between my fingers, eyes flickering between his and my hand. In public he was quick on his feet; he ran his hand from my shoulder down to my hand, taking the ring from me leaving no one next to us any wiser. In private, this may have taken him quite a few minutes to realize.

"I like your sweatshirt," A shit eating grin was plastered on his face. "I have the same one, but I seem to have lost it."

"Well, I hope you find it! It's very comfortable!"

"Yeah. I know!"

"You looked great out there! I can't wait to see the final commercial. When does it come out?"

"Thank you! Yeah, I'm not sure, but I'm sure you'll all see pictures soon!" He turned to everyone else who began cheering. "Say cheese!" He called, holding his phone above his head.

We all huddled together and he snapped a picture. I've seen a few like this on his phone- he never deleted them. He looked at me for a moment longer before asking, shyly, if i wanted a picture too. It would match the ones I already have, sure, this felt different...like a risqué little thing I wasn't supposed to have. Of course I said yes!

"Everybody get home safe, okay? Thanks for coming out and I appreciate your cooperation! I hope to see you guys soon!"

Tim turned his back towards the crowd and whispered something to crowd control guy. He turned back and waved enthusiastically at everyone who was being escorted away, though I couldn't help but notice the ring that suddenly adorned his finger was gesturing towards the ground, the same way you would tell a dog to 'stay.'

I walked impossibly slow behind everyone else, and as they rounded the corner, I fell back, following Mr. Crowd Control. He must know...right? Does everyone who works on these types of projects sign nondisclosure agreements? They must, right?

"Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" Tim laughed, falling in step with us as we made our way through what was left of the make-shift set.

"You're young, you'll be fine!" He tried to act offended and even made Crowd Control chuckle.

"Wanna meet Scorsese?"

"No! I look like a bum!"

"Excuse you!" He laughed, tugging on the sleeve of my sweatshirt. "Come on, it'll be quick, we gotta clear out anyway."

Martin Scorsese was a very nice man, though firm and to the point. He admired Timothee and told me, very sternly, to not let him doubt himself. 'He's going places, just you wait!' All of this I already knew, but nodded along enthusiastically. To Scorsese, I was just a 'childhood friend,' which isn't a lie, and though I don't think he would care who I really was to Tim either way, perhaps it was best that the less people that know the better.

"Thank you for the delivery," Tim smiled, wiggling his fingers in front of him. "but you didn't have to come all the way down here to do that!"

"Fine, give it back!"

"Wait- no!"

We stood quietly in a corner while everyone was packed up, finding any excuse to touch or otherwise look at each other. It wasn't long (enough) until Tim's driver came. The feelings which I had first thing in the morning, that lingered through the day began to return...loneliness began to wash over me as I was desperate to hold him. Regretfully, Tim had a redeye flight to catch and had to be to the airport in a few short hours- there was no way I could ask him to come back home for one more night.

"It's not long this time," I reminded myself. "9 days and he'll be back for 3 weeks!"

Still, I couldn't help myself and I watched as my fingers reached for one of his own.

"Do you mind if we take her home first?"

"Tim-"

"Not at all! We should get going though..."

His driver pulled the car around and I got in on the blindside, just in case. There was a strategy to doing- and therefore getting away with- just about everything in Hollywood. I had so much to learn! I rested my head on his shoulder, fingers interlaced as we rode in silence back to my apartment. It was nice. THIS was the kind of intimacy I was going to miss with him.

9 days, I reminded myself.

The rest of the night was a blur, even more so when the headlights disappeared down the road, and I could no longer see my hand in front of my face though the tears. I could feel the pleasant sting on my lips where they began to swell slightly, and I groaned audibly, desperate to have him back already. This of course made me frustrated because I had no logical reason to cry, so I cried some more and the cycle continued.

I woke up the next morning with a splitting headache but immediately reached for my phone. 10 text messages, 1 missed call.

-I love you! -I'm so fucking lucky to have you in my life! -I'll call you when I land, but it will be late, please don't wait up for me! *1 missed call* -Thank you :) -I miss you already :( -You have no idea how happy I was to see you tonight! -Like, OMGGGG that's my babbyyyyy -Fucking beautiful! -I'm going to go to bed....but I wish you were here! -I love you! I love you! I love you!

I smiled to myself and began reading over the messages before they dropped to the bottom.

-Bien matin, mon amour :)

-TIMOTHEE HAL CHALAMET

-I literally just woke up, there's nothing I could have done yet-

- I FUCKING LOVE YOU

-lol I love you more!

*Incoming FaceTime call*

"Good morning," I yawned at the boy who was still in his own bed.

"Good morning...I don't have to go anywhere for a few more hours...If you want to go back to sleep..."

"Not without you..."

"I'm not hanging up."

I'm happy the world doesn't get to see this side of Timothee Chalamet...this is the type of intimacy that I want to keep all to myself- all the intimate moments for that matter, but even when we're old and grey and celebrating 50 years of marriage, this is the type of thing I'll hold most precious. I am undeniably IN love with him.

My muse. My beautiful boy. My baby. My Timothee.

Mine.

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