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fiasco95 · 2 days

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James: Look what I caught!

Sirius: What?

James: A stray cat!

Sirius:

James:

Sirius: That’s Regulus.

James: Stray cat!

#jegulus #regulus black #james potter #sirius black #starchaser #sunseeker #if james says its a stray cat its a stray cat.#marauders #the marauders

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starchaser5 · 2 days

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Regulus *pointing*: May I sit there?

James: That's my lap

Regulus: That doesn't answer my question, James

#marauders #the marauders era #james x regulus #james potter #jegulus #regulus black #starchaser #incorrect quotes #incorrect marauders quotes #of course james said yes #sunseeker

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my-castles-crumbling · 3 days

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camp - @jegulus-microfic - word count: 348

When Regulus had agreed to go camping with Sirius and his mates, he had not realized what he would be signing up for.

He had anticipated idiocy and ridiculousness and liberal amounts of alcohol. He'd even thought ahead enough to realize that Sirius and Remus would be sharing a tent, which might lead to some very awkward situations. What was more, he'd even taken the time to process how torturous it would be to see James Potter shirtless, swimming at the lake by their camp site. He knew he would have to resist moaning out loud when he saw the way rivulets of water cascade over caramel skin when James dove in to cool himself off.

He was prepared for that.

But he was not prepared when Sirius announced: "Alright, guys! I'm sharing with Remus, Marlene and Dorcas, Lily and Pandora, James and Reggie!"

The announcement made him choke on his own spit. But he should have known- what with Pettigrew coming down with Dragon Pox last-minute, it made sense to put Lily and Pandora in one tent and himself and James in another (rather than the original plan of Lily sharing with Marlene and Dorcas while he shared with Pandora and James and Pettigrew bunked).

But the surprise of the announcement was nothing compared to the surprise Regulus felt when he and James actually retired for the evening.

Even though Regulus (very valiantly, he thought) behaved himself inside the tight space, keeping a foot between his sleeping bag and James's and ignoring the (he assumed) one-sided sexual tension he was feeling by squeezing his eyes shut, James did not seem to get the memo.

Because after a moment, fingertips traced so slowly over Regulus's side he might have thought he was imagining it, if not for the nervous breathing behind him. He gasped and froze, praying that this was real, and James, who seemed to be fighting against his nerves, whispered into the very thick air with a hoarse voice, "Reg? I-"

But Regulus just gathered his courage and rolled over, slotting their bodies and lips together.

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incandescentwarmth · 2 days

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Virgin James who's so eager and the first thing he wants to try is eating Reg out. He's a total mess but incredibly eager and determined. Reg gives him directions which he listens to but he gets so into it that he forgets to follow instructions and keeps pressing closer and trying to taste as much of Reggie as possible.

Virgin Reggie who James offers to go down on. Reg doesn't know what to expect but the second he feels James's breath on him his body relaxes and his muscles go slack handing his body over for James to control and pleasure.

Both of them who are virgins and are completely lost but James convinces Reggie to sit on his face because he can't imagine a better position and Reg ends up grinding against his tongue until he comes in James's mouth.

In conclusion James lives to give head

#send virgin jeggy and rosekiller asks #its all I can think about #marauders #marauders era #james potter #regulus black #jegulus #sunseeker #starchaser

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soreddieforit · 21 hours

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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 wonder if the transphobes in my inbox realize that all that they accomplish is motivating me to write more trans reg sooo #jegulus #regulus black #james potter #jegulus fic #jegulus microfic #marauders #starchaser #sunseeker #marauders fanfic #james x regulus

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wolvesandshine · 2 days

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Regulus: I don’t need to be loved I need to be feared

Sirius: Amen

#everyone else????#are y’all good #regulus and sirius: why wouldn’t we be????#listen regulus is ironically hilarious abt his childhood #like it’s horrific but is he going to ensure he’s the funniest person alive at the same time?#yes #regulus black #marauders era #jegulus #marauders era funny #marauders era textpost #harry potter #marauders #james potter #starchaser #sunseeker #sirius black #the black brothers

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daddiesdrarryy · 1 day

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Regulus: What are you eating?

James: Chicken fried steak!

Regulus: What? You can’t have chicken fried steak first thing in the morning, James

James: Hey, you knew I was a bad boy when you married me

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bellaxisworld · 3 days

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im creating a regulus that is such a whore (he flirts by making eye contact and staring at you with big bug eyes that are actually startling and unsettling)(he's perfect)

#im crazy for him #regulus black #jegulus #marauders #sunseeker #starchaser

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isabel-lillah · 2 days

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april 21 - prompt: run - @jegulus-microfic - word count: 307

Okay, so Regulus might be hiding from his friends right now. But it's for a good reason.

Pandora keeps insisting he's overworking himself with studying for their exams, while Regulus keeps insisting he is not. The rest of their friend group has similar mentality as Regulus (meaning exhaustion doesn't matter as long as you pass the exams), but not all of them can avoid Pandora for the entire afternoon, so Regulus left on his own.

Barty is going to kill him for this once he comes back.

In Regulus's defence, leaving the castle, and Pandora's fussing, was integral to his sanity. He also left a note saying he's taking a walk, so his friends wouldn't have to worry. He figured it was a good enough idea.

What might not have been the best idea, though, was to take the walk in the Forbidden forest. Especially not when he's this exhausted.

Because there's no explanation other than complete exhaustion for staring eye to eye with a stag.

They've run into each other over two minutes ago and have been staring at each other the entire time.

"Pandora's right, I need to go to sleep," Regulus mutters, shaking himself out of the trance, before slowly turning around and tripping.

Before he can hit the ground, a strong body supports him.

"Thanks, deer," Regulus whispers, not knowing whether to find his own joke funny or not. Either way, the stag seems amused, so he decides to count it as a win and never tell a soul he actually said this.

As a stag and an overworked, tired teen started their way out of the forest, Regulus mustered enough energy for one last statement: "You know, deer, you feel weirdly like James. You guys have the same aura."

And if Regulus wasn't so exhausted, he would swear he saw the stag blush.

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rweoutofthewoods · 2 days

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Tennesee Baby snippet as a sacrificial offering to everyone who has been patiently waiting for me to update this.

(This chap may take me the weekend instead of going up on Friday because I'm actually trying to get this fic done quicker and make this chapter longer, apologies)

#fic: tennessee baby #jegulus #marauders #james potter #regulus black #fanfic #the marauders #starchaser #sunseeker

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ecstarry · 1 day

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@jegulus-microfic / resist / 290 words / @fromagony

It was just ice cream. The weather was unbearable, and James had assured Regulus that some refreshment would ease them. So, Regulus simply obliged. They were at the Potter’s beach house, and Sirius and Remus had gone for a swim. However, James insisted he would much rather go for a drive and a treat.

So here they were, James wearing a simple white shirt—a dangerous choice for someone whose favorite flavor was chocolate—under a heat that was sure to melt his ice cream entirely in minutes. Regulus ordered a lemon popsicle, but he could barely pay attention to his own treat as a luscious scene started unfolding in front of him.

James’ tongue was stained with chocolate, the ice cream melting faster than he could eat it. Brown smudges adorned the corners of his lips, making them look even more inviting. Regulus cleared his throat as he watched James's tongue spread across the flat surface of the cone. James looked up once he heard the sound.

James fucking stared at him as he tilted his head to catch some drops of ice cream with his tongue, preventing them from making a mess.

Resist. Resist. Resist.

“You okay? Is the heat getting to you? You look a bit flushed Reggie,” James said with a smirk.

“Fine. Have you finished making a spectacle of yourself or can we go back to a place with an air conditioner?”

“Always such a princess,” James teased, almost as if he was daring Regulus.

Regulus took the bait. He leaned in, close enough to see drips of sweat on James’ neck, licked his thumb, and wiped the corner of James’ lip with it.

“You got kind of messy there,” he remarked, playing the game right back.

more microfics here

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a-great-big-tragedy · 1 day

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Oh, you’re a regulus kinnie! So you mean you are depressed, socially awkward, the younger sibling that grew up too fast, gay, bad at swimming, a cat person, obsessed with aesthetics, traumatized, sarcastic, stubborn, the quiet kid, and a ao3 writer/reader, did I get that right?

#regulus kinnie #regulus black #regulus deserved better #reggie black #sirius black #padfoot #harry potter #the marauders era #marauders fanfiction #marauders fandom #marauders #jegulus #starchaser #sunseeker #the black brothers #black brothers #wolfstar #ao3

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fromagony · 1 day

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@jegulus-microfic | aimless - april 26 | 698 words part 1, part 2

James knew the day he married his wife wasn't the end of the thing he had with Regulus. He knew from the moment he caught a glimpse of him. The voice in his head whispered the whole time while he was making his vow to Lily.

It's not the end yet.

He tried to not think much it much, he tried to ignore it. Because how could he even consider that possibility? He was getting married for fucks sake. He got married, he didn't change his mind. But still, ever since then that voice didn't shut up. It was always there, at the back of his mind.

Regulus was at the back of his mind.

The first year went smoothly, everything was perfect. Lily was a considerate woman. He liked to make her laugh, he liked her. He loved her.

But there was still Regulus.

He saw him a couple of times after his wedding day, he was at Christmas and sometimes at the parties they hosted as a Potter family. Regulus was there, but at the same time, he wasn't. He was like a ghost, haunting James in the middle of the day and deep in his dreams.

The time passed slowly, it was as if he was counting every day. He didn't know why he was counting, he just did.

Maybe the reason he couldn't get him out of his mind was his memories with him that left a scar in his heart. They were always there, he was always there. At the back of his mind, at the pit of his stomach, under his skin.

He sometimes caught himself staring at Lily and thinking about Regulus.

It wasn't fair, yes. It wasn't fair to Lily, hell, it wasn't fair to Regulus either.

But it's just, he couldn't help it.

He told himself multiple times that it was just thoughts, he wasn't going to do something about his yearning for his ex. It didn't do anyone any harm, it was just silly thoughts.

Or so he thought.

The breaking point for him happened in the second year of his marriage.

It was the first time he considered getting a divorce with Lily. It was funny when you think about it, they didn't even argue, yet here he was, considering a divorce.

The more Regulus invaded his mind, the more he became obsessed with it.

Maybe it counted as emotional cheating, maybe it was cheating.

But even the mention of his name made his heart ache under his ribs, he had to take a few minutes to recover himself. He didn't know if Sirius ever caught him on it, if he noticed he was thinking about his brother still. He wondered if Lily suspected the same thing too, she was his wife after all. It led to him feeling guilty almost every moment. He couldn't even drink whiskey on rocks because of the night he met with Regulus he was having that.

As if every road pointed his way, he became obsessed with the idea of him and their memories together.

Here he was, sitting on the balcony on the first floor, drunk as fuck and thinking about Regulus’ soft laugh.

He craved him. He was burning for him.

Maybe it was an aimless effort, but he did the last thing he shouldn't be doing.

He called Regulus.

He never deleted his number from his phone, he wondered if Regulus did. He wondered if Regulus was thinking about him too, from time to time. Did he still have their photos together? Did he delete them already? Maybe he deleted it on his wedding day, maybe it was the day they broke up.

As he waited for Regulus to pick up, he clutched the whiskey bottle in his hand. Praying for him to pick up. It was now or never. He didn't think he could be this brave again. It was wrong, it wasn't fair, yet it felt like he should've done this before.

“Hello?”

James couldn't speak for a moment, it felt like forever.

“Regulus,” he breathed, and he heard something crashing at the other end of the line.

“James.”

Something swelled under his chest. He didn't even think for a second.

“You are unavoidable.”

#jegulus #jegulus microfic #sunseeker #starchaser #james potter #regulus black #microfic #marauders #slytherin skittles

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my-castles-crumbling · 2 days

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headlights - @jegulus-microfic - word count: 263

"Sirius, it's simple, they just-"

"No, Moony! You're pushing your...cute romanticism onto everyone! Prongs and my baby brother are not together!" Sirius argued, rolling his eyes. Really, it was adorable how Remus could find romance in any scenario, but the thought was ridiculous.

Remus scoffed. "He's not exactly subtle about it, Sirius! He literally waxes poetic about Regulus's fingers every time he gets a chance!"

"Friends! They're friends!" Sirius retorted, wrinkling his nose.

"Fine," the other boy shrugged. "If you really think nothing's going in, go check on them in the dungeons."

"Aright, I will!" Sirius said, sticking his tongue out. James and Regulus were currently working on a Potions project in the dungeons.

But as he and Remus walked to the room ten minutes later, Sirius started to worry. What if they were dating? Oh, Merlin, they would be disgusting. People thought he and Remus were bad, James was the most obnoxiously over-the-top romantic there was.

But he decided to be brave, and just ask.

So he pushed open the wooden door of the Potions classroom with a squeak, only to be greeted by a loud yell.

"Sirius! What the fuck!"

And there was Regulus, climbing off of James's lap, while James wore an expression akin to a deer in headlights. "Er, hi Padfoot," he murmured, one had still out from where it had been grabbing at Regulus's hair only seconds ago. "Hi, Moony."

Remus just snickered from behind him.

"Don't you start," Sirius snapped towards him, knowing he was going to be treated to an 'I told you so' later.

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klarolinexluv · 2 days

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I needs me a James Potter to my Regulus Black. Please and Thank you.

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

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rottin6 · 2 days

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slight nsfw. | jegulus.

james just knows how to crack someone's back, maybe it's cause he's an athlete or he's just good at shit, but he knows. and every now and then regulus won't tell him that his back hurts but he'll stand up from off the floor after studying for hours at a time, his back all sore and stiff and james will just wrap his arms around him, very nonchalantly too, and just crack it for him. regulus letting out these little gasps and moans of relief but james is just so??? casual about it, like he'll walk away like it's a job done but regulus is left all horny and frustrated

#jegulus #james potter #regulus black #jfp #rab #marauders #starchaser #sunseeker #layla writes

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