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womp womp

i'm affectionately headbutting u like a cat

#womp womp #kit 🐝 tag <3 #bella answers

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can’t relate when people try to be normal in this fandom. i’m here to lick disturbing concepts off the wet pavement

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"you're so handsome" okay so get on all fours about it then

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sleep will never find me !!!

#i feel like i'm only recognizable by my horrible sleep habits and my love of sad music #there's not much else to me tbh #why does the thought of sleeping make me anxious? #i might go get coffee now #the stores don't open for an hour nvm :( #bella's silly rambles

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brutalist strap on

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art deco strap on

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@jegulus-microfic | april 26: aimless | 1,276 words | trans! regulus

james does regulus' tape binding aftercare <3

James lingers in the doorway, quietly observing Regulus in their softly lit bathroom.

He's perched on the ledge of the bathtub, seemingly lost in thought, his head bowed and fingers idle and aimless where they trace the rim of it. He's shirtless, clad in only boxers and socks. His bare thighs press against the cool porcelain, causing goosebumps to rise there. Soft, late evening light leaks from the window, casting gentle shadows against his frame. 

Outside, the rhythmic passing of cars punctuates the stillness, their headlights casting golden beams that dance across the wet asphalt. The nearby stoplight's red glow mingles with them, creating a surreal mix of colors on the shimmering pavement.

There's a soft rustle of movement as James enters the room behind Regulus, moving to the sink. He sifts through the contents of their vanity, hands passing over their shared face wash and the cup holding their toothbrushes to retrieve the items needed for Regulus' tape aftercare. Deft hands gather oil, washcloths, cotton swabs, and salve before placing them on the bathtub ledge. He approaches Regulus with a tenderness reserved only for moments like these, for him. 

"Ready, love?" James' voice breaks the silence with a mellow murmur. He settles his weight behind him. 

Regulus turns his head, giving a small nod against his own shoulder. "Yeah," he says, voice crackling from disuse. 

James leans in to press a kiss between Regulus' shoulder blades. He lingers there for a moment. This close, he can see the faint dusting of freckles that mark his back. They're spattered across the skin like spray from a wave on sand. Speckles in shades of russet, sepia, and chocolate dance across his pale skin, shifting as Regulus shivers lightly. As James' lips leave his back, the muscles beneath those pretty dots tremble.

James reaches for the oil, uncaps it, and warms it between his hands. He presses both his palms to Regulus, carefully smoothing the oil over the edges of the tape. His touch follows the span of the tape from Regulus' back, under his arms, to the front of his chest. His movements are slow and practiced, designed as much to reassure as to treat. The oil glistens slightly on Regulus' skin, catching the dim light as it begins to soften the adhesive.

As they wait for the tape to loosen, a comfortable silence settles over them, punctuated only by the distant sounds of the city and their own quiet breathing. James doesn't stop his ministrations; his fingers continue to trace gentle paths along Regulus' shoulders, the back of his neck, following the delicate contours of his shoulder blades. These moments are so special to him; he wants Regulus to feel loved through his actions, to experience the same palpable surge of affection with each pass of his hands that James feels. There is so much trust that Reg offers him in these moments—it's intimate. James is the only person Regulus allows to see the most vulnerable parts of himself, and that knowledge alone makes James' heart swell with fondness and love. He has never loved someone as he does Regulus.

Regulus, Regulus, Regulus. 

Sometimes, James thinks Regulus was crafted specifically for him; as if the cosmos themselves conspired to mold him to perfectly complement the contours of James' own body, his own soul. Looking back, it's almost silly to him now—he thought he knew what love was like before him. His heart was already overflowing with it for Sirius, his mum, his dad, his friends. He's always had big emotions, brimming with affection and fierce protectiveness for the people around him. He's always cared deeply and felt profoundly, but nothing could have prepared him for the depth of feeling that Regulus brought into his life.

James knows nothing, nobody else could ever make him feel like this.

He settles his hands on the edges of the tape on Regulus' left side. "Gonna take it off now, okay?"

"Yeah, okay James. Go ahead"

James pulls at the tape gently, easing it from the skin. He's careful not to pull too hard or move too fast, patient as he works. He grabs Regulus' bicep, thumb pressing into the underside, fingers curling over. "Lift your arm up, Reg," he instructs softly.

Regulus raises his arm, holding it aloft as James' hand moves back down to steady the skin being separated from the tape. He can't resist pausing to press a kiss to the underside of his bicep before continuing to peel off the tape there. When he encounters a tough spot, where the tape still clings to his skin, James reaches for more oil. He warms it between his fingers once again before lightly holding the piece back, rubbing it into the seam between Regulus' skin and the tape until it loosens enough for him to continue. He carefully removes the first piece, then works at a second, a third, before repeating the process on Regulus' right side.

There's still a faint trace of leftover adhesive where the edges of the tape once were. So, James takes a cotton swab, dips it in oil, and meticulously traces the outlines left by the pieces. He moves slowly, with deliberate delicacy, mindful of the soreness of his skin.

Once he's satisfied, James fetches the washcloth. He soaks it in warm, soapy water and carefully cleans the area, wiping away excess oil and any lingering traces of the day. Then he reaches for the salve—the last physical part of their routine, though James knows the comfort it brings goes beyond just the skin. Two of his fingers dip into the container, scooping up the soothing balm. James is so careful with him, his fingers so gentle as they spread the salve, taking extra care with the tender skin under his arms and over his ribs. He traces the rungs of them, then the dip of his chest, making sure no skin is left uncared for.

James then grabs what's technically his own shirt—a worn, soft thing that Regulus has claimed as his own, his favorite pajama top—from the ledge of the sink. He helps Regulus slip it over his head, taking advantage of every second he allows him to be so close, to take care of him.

"Feeling okay?" James asks once Regulus is settled.

He trails his hand at the hem of his shirt, slipping it underneath to rest gently on his stomach, careful not to brush the newly cared-for skin or his chest. 

Regulus hums an affirmative, "mhmm." Eyes closing and head tipping back as he nods.

"I'm not just asking about your skin, love," James whispers. It's tough for Regulus sometimes, taking the tape off, sitting with his chest. It's a necessity though, for his well-being, despite the discomfort it brings. And James always does everything within his power to make it easier for him. He knows he can't fix everything, but he'd be damned if he didn't at least try to.

Regulus reaches back, his palm sliding from James' elbow to his hand beneath his shirt, their fingers intertwining at his stomach. Their faces are so close that Regulus' cheek drags against James' as he turns his head, planting a soft kiss on James' cheek. "I do, I feel okay. I promise," he murmurs, giving James a warm smile.

Leaning back into James' frame, Regulus lets his weight settle comfortably against him. "You make it easier," he breathes out, words floating into the space between them. Another kiss, "Thank you. I love you."

James holds him a moment, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath, heart swelling just a little bit more. "I love you too."

#i will cry my eyes out #i love them so dearly my heart aches #trans regulus black #jegulus #regulus black #james potter #marauders #iva tag <3

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Hi bellaaa im here to present to you my blasphemous thought of the day:

Evan is a serial killer and Barty is trying to be one of his victims but Ev is not budging, like barty found him out and started helping him with the murders while trying to goad him into killing him and devouring him fully to him the thought of being eaten up like that is intoxicating atp

Ty for coming to my ted talk

HI JAMIE TY FOR THIS

you are ONTO SOMETHING because barty wants so badly to be a part of evan's legacy, he wants his name to be immortalized and attached to evan's name forever. he thinks there is something so divine and holy about evan being his end. but evan is having none of it. he's constantly infuriated by barty but there's enthusiasm in it too, because barty is the first one in so long that evan really felt something for. usually only the dead can make him feel something but barty - barty's alive and breathing and he's so perplexed by him, by how he makes evan feel so much. and evan wants desperately to dig into barty, to feel him under his weapon and hands, to pick him apart and find out what makes him tick. he might want to kill barty more than anyone he's ever met. but evan knows he needs barty alive far more than he wants him dead. evan knows barty brings curiosity and color back into his life, the first living person to make him smile in forever.

#jamie i need u to know they will live and rot in my head now and forever #this is too perfect #i love your brain #thank you for the blasphemy #jamie tag <3 #serial killer evan #rosekiller #bella answers #marauders #barty crouch jr #evan rosier

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WHO is gonna come suck me. This is an open invitation

#the vampire agenda

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thinking about the serial killer regulus au again so here’s some thoughts

— regulus tracks down all of james’ exes, removes their hearts, and gifts them to james

— james buys regulus pretty new knives and other tools when all the blood causes his old ones to rust

— they technically rarely get to have sex alone because ghost barty and ghost evan are constantly watching

— regulus always does the killing, but james is willing to help with restraining/incapacitating victims

— somehow, no one ever finds out what regulus does (other than james). he’ll go from brutal murder to a lunch date with his brother like it’s nothing

— true crime podcasts start talking about regulus’ “unsolved” murders, and he and james will sit and listen to them, laughing at all the things they get wrong

#i love this i love them SO MUCH #kit your brain is magic #the ghosts make me laugh #kit 🐝 tag <3 #marauders #jegulus

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Mentally floating face down in a river

#bella's escapism

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april 26 @jegulus-microfic prompt: aimless. word count: 248.

Regulus Black is not a person who ever feels misguided. At this point in his life, he feels strength in his purpose, and he’s confident in his decisions, his opinions. He follows a clear path, he’s organized—and it brings him joy to be so put-together. He doesn’t often feel lost. 

That is—he’s never felt as aimless as he does now, standing before the most stunning man he’s ever met, mouth dropped open in awe as he stares wordlessly. The man grins at him, and his heart flutters. He is pure fucking gold under Regulus' gaze, glistening and warm under the sunlight, and Regulus knows he has never understood true want until this moment. 

He’s been standing silently for far too long now, and he realizes he forgot the question the man asked entirely. Shit. 

He stammers through half a phrase before the man’s chuckle interrupts him.

“I’m James,” he says, eyes full of honeybrown sugar as he looks down at Regulus. He’s tall. Regulus is weak in the knees. 

Remembering his manners, Regulus breathes and extends a hand, “I’m Regulus.” 

James’ smile widens, and he says, “That’s a lovely name, Regulus.” Their hands meet in the middle. Between them, Regulus feels the entire universe hone into the contact—he feels the universe pause and right itself completely at this moment, because nothing has ever felt as perfect as them. Regulus looks up at James, and he thinks, absurdly, in every life, my heart will find yours. 

⭐️ find more of my microfics posted on ao3, here.

#who made this regulus confident that feels wrong #maybe im projecting... manifesting... #maybe im destined to wrote 250 word microfics for the rest of my life #give bella motivation for writing their longer fics challenge #anyway!!!! implied soulmates here #love them #jegulus #jegulus microfic #jegulus au #james potter #regulus black #starchaser #sunseeker #marauders #fanfic #fanfiction #the marauders #ao3 #regulus x james #james x regulus #maraduers fic #marauders fanfic #marauders fandom #hp marauders #dead gay wizards #bellaxis microfic #bella writes #queued

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happy 69k words to my ao3 account <3

#and it might stay at 69k until i figure out a way to WRITE SMTH #ao3 #fanfic #fanfiction

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there is nothing casual about me pleaseee let me see your organs 😭😭😭😭

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my hobbies? uhh.. peeling back the layers…. uncovering metaphors.. mirroring…..connecting dots…..stuff like that

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you guys don't even understand the jumpscare i get when i see bellatrix get called bella

#also refresher my username does not come from bellatrix #bellatrix is just so far from bella to me idek #marauders #bellatrix lestrange

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someone please turn me into a poem or a painting, I’m tired of being human

#bellacore #bella's escapism

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James gets hard when regulus is yelling at him

hmm i can kind of see it like in the sense that james knows regulus isn’t really mad at him or anything. because i don’t know how well james could tolerate regulus actually being mad at him. but if reg is going on and on, yelling about something else that pissed him off, i can definitely see james getting hard because he’s like “woah, he’s feisty, i’ve got to have him”. and james does. he fucks the tension and stress right out of reg until he’s a sobbing mess <3

#oh😌🥰 #anger is just another form of passion babes #i can see james teasing regulus until he's angry but VERY flustered #and then he melts into it #and james takes care of him so well #they hate fuck #but it's loving yk #fake hate fucking #cw nsfw #jegulus #marauders #han tag <3