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hoaxriot · 8 months

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I KNOW YOU

pairings. regulus black x potter!reader

synopsis. regulus ran away with sirius to the potters, he was fragile especially seeing you.

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right now you were laying on your side watching the vinyl turn on your record player, softly playing music as the only light comes from a lamp on your desk you were to tired to stand up and switch off.

usually you would be in james’ room hanging out with him but you were too upset, you and regulus had an argument before break and he ignored you on the train saying he didn’t want to talk until after coming back to hogwarts. so you had been miserable at home.

james was flabbergasted when he found out about the two of you, of course sirius was more angry then anything but once he saw you two together he just made jokes around y’all. you also knew what they went through at home because of sirius, he came to you a lot more than he thought he would when he needed someone. then regulus told you what went through his mind, it was hard to even sleep on break’s because your mind was always on them.

you felt your eyes close slowly since you had been thinking so much, but your eyes flew open when banging was heard on your front door. jumping up in your bed throwing your legs off the side, you sat there for a second before you heard james’ name being yelled then his running footsteps. you heard the panic in your mothers voice making your heartbeat quicken.

then you heard your mum call your name causing you to stand up quickly and ran across your room to open the door, since your room was the last one you ran down the hallway then down the stairs.

you heard commotion by the door causing you to slow down as you started to walk towards it as your heart got quicker. james turned his head towards you, the light was on so you saw the tears in your eyes causing your heart to feel like it was going to burst out of your chest.

then you saw sirius cuddled into your mothers side, it felt like your heart stopped and dropped into your stomach at the sight.

then you saw him, regulus. he was stood in front of your dad as he checked him. you were beyond confused at what was happening but you were still worried.

“sweetie,” euphemia noticed you stood a few feet away still holding onto sirius. she was going to say something but sirius heard her and knew who she was talking to making him pull away from her and look at you. his eyes were full of tears that were still falling, he had a large mark on his face but you couldn’t figure it out.

you didn’t have time too before sirius started to make his way too you, knowing what he need you met him halfway and caught him in your arms. sirius never understood why but your hugs always calmed him down so as much as he loved the motherly hug he needed you, his little sister that he always needed.

he mumbled something into your shoulder but you couldn’t understand, looking up to your brother who was helping your parents with regulus, you tried not to stare as sirius needed you but he looked so fragile.

“what’d you say, sirius?” you whispered, he sniffled as he pulled away still holding onto you. “can you, um- call moony, please?” sirius kept his voice low, “i really need him.” you understood him immediately, he had confided in you about the two of them.

“of course.” you smiled up at him, squeezing his hand before letting go, he watched you walk passed your parents and his brother. regulus watched you too, he really wanted you to hold him but right now your parents were dragging him and sirius to sit on the couch.

“what are you doing?” james appeared behind you as you walked into the kitchen, “calling remus.” you answered shortly continuing to the phone hanging on the wall. james stayed behind you as you dialed the phone before he decided to go with sirius.

the ringing lasted until the last ring when you heard him pick up and his tired voice speak into the phone, you told him as much as you knew causing him to get of bed.

you hung up and made your way back into the living room meeting eyes with regulus’ dark and sad ones. he had a permanent frown on his face, silently begging you to sit beside him. thankfully, you did even though there was more spaces. there was space between the two of you because you wanted to comfort him but you didn’t know what he wanted.

until, you felt his hand capturing your own as he scooted closer to you. holding onto you like his life depended on it. there was a short conversation about the black brothers staying here but there wasn’t enough extra rooms, your mum said they could talk about it tomorrow.

“you can sleep in my room tonight, sirius. i’ve got some of your clothes.” james spoke up as your parents left the room, sirius solemnly nodding before he looked towards you. you nodded with a smile causing him to stand up and following james.

it was silent in the living room for a few moments, regulus still held onto you. he brought your hands that he still held onto, he laid them on his lap causing you to watch him. he lowered his head on them making you frown.

you then heard the small sobs, the shaking of his shoulders. you pulled your hand from him then quickly grabbing his body and pulling him onto your lap. regulus grabbed onto your arms that hugged his chest, he continued to cry harder and harder every second as you brought your chin to his shoulder.

“reg, come take a shower.” you whispered into his ear as he started to calm down a bit, he breathed in heavily. feeling him nod against your arm with a small ‘mhm’ you helped him stand up and walk up the stairs.

walking down the hallway you both heard james and sirius talking, he grabbed your hand tighter once he heard sirius explaining what happened at their house. he felt you squeeze his hand back as you opened your door then closing it behind him.

“do you need help or…” you questioned him, he nodded his head, “okay. i’ll, um, ask james or sirius if they have any extra pajamas.” once again, regulus nodded in response before walking into your bathroom.

you stood in silence as he closed the door, turning around and walking back to james room. knocking softly, hearing the conversation quiet down, “come in.” james spoke from behind the door making you open the door and walk in.

“do you have any extra pajamas for regulus?” james sat up in bed as sirius followed suit on the makeshift bed on the floor, “yeah, hold on.” james stood up walking to his closet. sirius stared at you.

“rems coming in the morning.” you told him knowing what he was thinking, he smiled at you as james shut his closet door.

“here.” he handed you a pair of clothes, smiling at your brother as you grabbed them and walked out before saying i love you to the two of them.

walking back to your room and closing the door, not hearing your shower running but letting regulus be. you set your clothes on the bed as you sat down next to them.

sitting down on your bed for less than two minutes until you heard a crash in your bathroom making you shoot up and run to the door opening it.

regulus was sat against your bathtub, knees brought up to his chest as his hands held his head —sobbing. you crouched down in front of him, gently putting your hands on top of his knees. he didn’t acknowledge you he continued to cry.

“reg.” whispering his name softened but he still doesn’t rise his head. you grab his hands from his head, but he still continues to keep his head down. letting out a sigh, you bow your head onto his knee kissing it before situating yourself beside him and holding him like you did in the living room.

“it’s okay, baby. it’s okay. you’re here and safe.” you said softly as you started rock him back and forth a bit. he gripped onto your forearm tightly but you didn’t care.

after a few minutes, he leaned up. “i’m sorry.” regulus spoke, you furrowed your eyebrows. you shook your head in confusion as he continued to apologize.

“nothing to be sorry for. c’mon, up.” you started to stand, he followed without saying anything. you started to pull of his clothes for him, he put his hands up for you to pull off his shirt. once you pulled everything off, you turned on the bath.

he stood in nothing but is boxers waiting for you in silence, watching as you gathered soap as the water started to rise. regulus wanted you to say anything about the argument at hogwarts, yell, scream, push. but you weren’t, you were taking care of him like no one has.

“alright, in.” you nodded your head towards the bath, he stripped completely naked stepping in as you brought your step stool beside the bath as he sat down.

you grabbed the soap and a rag, rubbing it over his body. he let you as his eyes closed in relief, then you grabbed a cup from the ground and filling it with water rinsing the soap off of him.

once you finished, you grabbed the shampoo rubbing it into his scalp. regulus sighed in content with his eyes closed before he exhaled and opening his eyes.

“when are we going to talk about the argu—“ regulus spoke but you cut him off.

“later. this is more important.” regulus didn’t agree with you, he was going to speak again but you warned him to close his eyes, rinsing the shampoo out. he then decided to wait until he got out.

you finished his bath draining and he water and handing him a towel, “here, i’ll get your clothes.” he grabbed the towel from you wrapping it around himself, watching you walk out of the bathroom then back in putting the clothes on the counter, walking out again.

you waited on the bed, turning your music off as you did.

when regulus was finished, he walked out meeting your eyes stopping right outside of your door.

“can we talk now?” he questioned tossing the towel in your laundry basket, you sighed again. “please?” he took steps towards you leaning down at your legs as your eyes stayed on your lap.

“regulus, why does it matter? you should sleep, we can talk tomorrow.” you tried to ignore the conversation again but regulus brought his hands to the outside of your legs, “no, i want to talk tonight.” he spoke in a more demanding voice.

“i shouldn’t have been like that and i shouldn’t have ignored you when you tried to talk to me, nor should i have walked away without hearing you.” regulus spoke as he looked up at you.

“why does this matter? this shouldn’t be a matter to you right now.” you did want to talk about this until he showed up, hurt and upset.

“because, we argued. we can’t just leave it be. i want to say sorry for the way i was.” regulus said bringing one hand to your chin so you would look at him.

“i know, i’m sorry too.” you spoke quietly, he smiled at you as he stood up and sat beside you, hugging you. the two of you held onto each other for a long time, regulus desperately needed you all night but he hadn’t expected to be able to.

he pulled away, hand still on your waist as the two of you put yourselves under the covers. then he cuddled himself into your chest as you scratched at his head to help him sleep.

the two of you eventually fell asleep in each other’s embrace.

regulus had nightmares multiple times, ever since he was a kid. he began to put a silence charm in his bed because he started to wake up evan and barty some nights. some nightmares were horrid where he would wake up screaming, some he was just shoot up in bed covered in sweat.

right now, he was watching his mother torture you. he watched as you begged him for help but he couldn’t move. he started to move in your bed, starting to sweat as his mother was laughing in his face.

you were a heavy sleeper so him moving hardly beside you didn’t wake you up, until you felt a hard kick causing you to open your eyes slowly. regulus started to whimper in his sleep making you turn around to see him.

“no!” he yelled out in his sleep, shooting up to throw his legs over the bed. “reg.” you called out softly as you saw his body move up and down trying to catch his breath. he put his hand out for you not to move to him making you confused.

you sat up throwing the covers over your body and stand up, he was so lost in his mind so he didn’t notice until he saw your legs come into sight.

he cried your name in desperation, you didn’t say anything but brought your hand to the back of his head bringing it to your stomach. regulus wrapped his hands around you tightly as he cried again, your chest became tight at the sounds of his loud cries and the way he held onto you so tightly.

someone must have heard him yell because you heard footsteps carry to your door, then the door opened making you turn your head to see sirius looking at the two of you.

“reggie.” he called out making his way to him, he pulled away keeping his hands on your waist. regulus looked at his brother with teary eyes, then you saw sirius eyes fill with tears.

“i’ll leave you two.” you said before kissing regulus heads then walking to the door spotting your own brother watching sirius sit down next to his brother.

james met your eyes as you walked in front of him, he brought his arm around your shoulder in comfort knowing how hard it is for you to see someone you love hurt. it was for everyone but to you, it felt like you could feel their hurt.

“they’ll be alright, they’re here now.” he spoke softly so he didn’t interrupt the other siblings, you nodded into his shoulder.

the rest of the night the other two boys stayed in your room, talking all night, telling funny stories about each other.

regulus held your hand the whole night.

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bellaxisworld · 2 months

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february 18, @jegulus-microfic prompt: pet. word count: 764

Regulus wants the record to show that he was trying his damn hardest to focus, he really was, but James Potter simply made it impossible. Regulus did not possibly have it in his faculties to focus on whatever passage they were going over when James leaned up against the stone wall with such a classy look about him, pressed shirt and clean lines and polished shoes. He looked competent, and edible, and Regulus was just admiring instead of paying attention. His brown curls had a golden highlight in them and they were messy but styled, swooping across his forehead and Regulus wanted to touch, touch, touch—

“Can I touch your hair?” slipped out of his mouth before he could stop it and he wanted to disappear. Regulus thought he might decompose at a rapid rate and crumble away into dust at this very moment, going, going, gone. He was a goner.

James had been flirting with Regulus for a couple weeks during their study sessions, and Regulus was losing his patience.

“My hair?” James looked up, amused. His eyebrows were lifted and he had a crooked and lovely smile on his lips. He leaned the slightest fraction towards Regulus, and Regulus felt his heart rate skyrocket.

“Mhmm,” Regulus hummed, feeling dumb with the eager want that coursed through him from James’ proximity. James was close, so close Regulus could smell him, and he was weak.

James smiled fully, dropping the book onto a chair and getting closer, hand set against the stone beside Regulus’ head. James had half-caged Regulus in, and he towered over him. Regulus was barely breathing.

“You want to pet me?” James whispered.

Regulus blushed furiously and spluttered, “Your—your hair—”

James shrugged. “Same thing. You want to pet my hair?”

His eyes were big and brown and welcoming as he looked down at Regulus. Regulus found himself nodding despite himself.

“Go ahead, sweetheart. You can pet my hair,” James said, sweet words dripping like honey all over Regulus.

Regulus tentatively reached up to drag his fingers through James’ hair, and he was slightly awed, feeling the soft locks on his fingertips. He pushed further and scratched lightly at James’ scalp, and James let his eyes fall shut, leaning into the feeling. Regulus lifted his other hand to his hair and pulled lightly, and James opened his eyes, watching Regulus closely.

“James,” Regulus breathed. Their breaths mingled in the space between, faces close.

“Regulus,” James murmured, and the sound of his name on James’ lips sent a shock through him.

"Kiss me, kiss me please—” James pulled him in by his waist and caught him in a fierce kiss, mouths claiming and desperate. He felt like he was being devoured and eaten and torn apart by James Potter, and he was putty in his hands. He let James lead and take and give, and he ate up every bit of James that he was granted. James lightly pushed him up against the wall and he made a noise of surprise into his mouth that James swallowed up, mouth taking and taking and taking.

James broke off from his lips to press kisses to his cheek, across his jaw, down his neck. Regulus was seeing stars, loose and relaxed in James’ arms, never feeling more free than when James was in control.

“Reg, fuck—you’re so pretty, love, I’ve wanted to kiss your pretty face for weeks,” James mumbled as he trailed kisses down his neck.

Regulus was smiling up at the ceiling, documenting every moment of heaven he was experiencing. Kissing like this was a form of worship and he was at the disposal of a sacred man.

“I’ve wanted you, James—god—the whole time,” he admitted, hands scrabbling to feel every part of James he could reach.

James chuckled. “I know, love. You blush real pretty when I catch you looking.”

Regulus made an embarrassed noise that broke off into a moan when James returned to his lips, holding him and pressing close.

They kissed and kissed and kissed, and Regulus realized he could never grow tired of this between them. He would bow and worship and kiss James for an eternity.

They broke apart for breath, and Regulus said, “maybe we should find other study partners if all we’re going to do is kiss.”

James smiled and pecked his cheek. “But that’s the best part of studying.”

James wasn’t wrong. Regulus nodded, he couldn’t fight that logic, and pulled James back in for more.

They did eventually find other study partners, but they didn’t stop finding new and more ways to kiss.

part of a collection of microfics on ao3(18/29): february, i'm yours

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heaven4lostgirls · 21 days

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Can you pretty pleaaassse write for regulus black x reader angst

Where they were friends and got along really well and because they're both pureblooded there families arranged marriage for them. But then regulus gets paranoid and starts to think badly of you and thinks that you were only ever nice to him so that your parents would arrange marriage. And he thinks that you hold the same awful pureblood beliefs as both of your parents and he is afraid to say anything about it incase you tell his family that he doesn't really believe that muggles are lesser. Then regulus is quite distant and mean in your marriage and he eventually comes to his senses when he realises how upset you are and how much his distance hurts you and he can hear you crying yourself to sleep

pairing: regulus black x fem!reader

warning: angst, regulus is a bit of a dick but he comes around ! miscommunication (i’m sorry✊)

summary: request above

authors note: hi! sorry this took forever, i’m really bad at keeping up with requests but i hope you enjoy this, i always say im hoping to get back into writing but it’s always touch and go, my mental health isn’t great a lot of the time and uni just piles on so much more, hopefully you guys understand ! 🫶🩷

regulus wasn’t used to people sticking around, he had been abandoned by the only person he ever truly cared about and left to fend for himself. which was why he assumed when news of his engagement to you was announced by his parents, at a shared dinner party for the sacred 28, you two would simply…co-exist. never fully acknowledging the others presence yet acquaintances at best.

what a shock to his system it was when he grew to know what a wonderful person you were, never abrasive or hostile like his parents, never boastful like most of the pureblood families he knew, instead you were the embodiment of everything he never knew he wanted, a calm to the raging angst inside of him he couldn’t quell after sirius had left, and that alone left him scared more than any of his parents threats to present him to the dark lord as a servant.

you two had formed a quick friendship due to the circumstances surrounding your fast paced engagement, you were set to marry next august and your engagement had only been announced in april. regulus had no problem performing his duties to his family, however this one came with little to no reluctance from either of you as feelings of love and respect blossomed from the friendship you two shared.

however, as time passed, regulus could slowly but surely feel his walls he had fought so hard to build up, crack. he couldn’t fathom why someone like you would feel so comfortable around him, how you somehow managed to worm your way under his skin like no one ever could, not even sirius.

except as time flew by, he had somehow found some of that “gryffindor courage” as james potter always declared, to tell you about his feelings, emphasizing that if you wished, he would never bring up again if you did not reciprocate and you two would still move forward together into marriage as friends.

to his surprise, you were much more welcoming to his feelings than expected, you two had shared a small kiss as you leant your forehead against his and claimed “i was just waiting for you to see me.”

since you two were already a couple in the eyes of the public, the only people he had really had to tell was your shared friends. as expected, they all reacted joyfully to the news and you both carried through the rest of your year no longer pretending to be in love, but actually falling into it.

however, at the beginning of your 6th year, you could tell something had shifted between yours and regulus’ dynamic. no longer was he patient and comforting, instead he was judgmental and fast to anger. some part of you knew it had to do with his parents but you didn’t have the heart to push your questions onto him.

as time passed you watched as he distanced himself from you, pushing away your touches, rejecting your offers to hang out, blowing you off when he would eventually agree. you could only handle so much of his behavior before you eventually broke when telling your friends.

“i don’t know what to do anymore, it’s like walking on eggshells whenever he’s around because im scared of him snapping at me for breathing too loud” you vent to your friends as you place your hands on your eyes to try keep the tears at bay.

“how longs this been going on y/n?” pandora asks softly as she shares a concerned look with lily. you blubber out as answer that sounds like “a couple of months” as tears leak past your palms.

“i can’t keep doing this” you emphasize to them both, “and you know i can’t break up with him because we still have to get married-“

“break up?!” lily questions surprised, “you can’t be serious y/n.” she says as she places a hand on your shoulder.

“i think you need to talk to him” pandora says again as she smiles softly at you as you look at her with tear filled eyes.

“…what if he doesn’t want me anymore?” you whisper, too afraid to say it out loud in fear of it coming true.

“oh love” lily coos as she drags you into a small cuddle with her and pandora, “you’re gonna need to ask him to know that y/n” she whispers as she rubs your back.

you sigh heavily and nod before looking at the both of them. “okay” you concede as you try and form some sort of a plan to confront regulus, your anxiety spikes at the thought of him not wanting your relationship anymore, you couldn’t imagine a marriage with the man you loved where his feelings weren’t reciprocated.

the next day, you planned to corner regulus at the library before dinner but as you walked up to his table, you heard the voice of not only regulus, but barty as well.

“reg, you know you’re hurting her by ignoring her” barty says with a sigh as you pause behind a bookshelf near the table to eavesdrop.

“you know better than i, that i can never be with someone who thinks the way she does…its disgusting” regulus says with a sneer but you can hear how disappointed he is by the statement.

disgusting? he thinks i’m…disgusting? what is he even talking about? you don’t think you’ve ever done anything remotely bad enough to be called disgusting.

“how do you know she thinks like them?” barty implores and you hear regulus sigh, “you’ve seen how she acts when the sacred 28 talks about the muggles” he says and you frown, part of being a child of one of the sacred 28 meant you had to act your part, regulus knew that better than anyone else. so why was he suddenly judging you and telling barty about your issues when he couldn’t even give you the time of day?

“i don’t know if i can marry someone like her” regulus says again and your heart drops. someone like her, you repeat in your head, every insecurity you ever worked through, comes back in tenfold from that sentence alone. you stumble on your feet from the flashes of tears and heartache from all your deepest points of sorrow.

you shake your head and straighten your back before reminding yourself, if he wants a true pureblood wife, that’s what i’ll be. quiet, docile,…perfect.

your wedding approaches faster than you can imagine, dress fittings, bridal party dresses and events all pass with a blur. never fully there, you encompass a state of numbness.

regulus and all your friends notice how you slowly fall into the facade you usually have in front of your parents, instead this time, it never breaks in front of them.

regulus waits for you to come to him, to seek his comfort like you have so many times before, but it never comes.

he spends his nights worrying about you, questioning if it’s something he’s done, you’re still sweet and loving to him, just…more hollow than you were before.

you embody the perfect pureblood princess and he couldn’t hate it more, he hears from people around you how you’re not sleeping, always coming to class in a perfect face of makeup everyday when you usually only used skincare, in beautiful dresses for hogsmead days when you used to use comfortable clothes.

he tries to talk to you, to question why you’ve somehow flipped the switch out of nowhere, but they go unanswered.

the day of your wedding, he can see past the makeup, your sunken in eyes and red eyes. he still places a soft smile on his face as you stare passively into the distance, never making eye contact with him while saying your vows.

the distance between the both of you grows larger as he starts to believe that this was the life you truly wanted, a prince and princess, a couple born out of need not out of love, arranged perfectly to fit the narrative of pureblood royalty.

however, one night he falls asleep later than usual and hears you cry into your pillow, small pleas of being good enough for him as your body shakes with small sobs. he resists the urge to reach out to you in fear of you not recieving his touch well.

he lies awake as he hears you say, “i’m not like i was before, please let him love me now, oh merlin please” you whisper with clenched hands and eyes that leak tears. his heart breaks at the thought of you existing to please him.

he had seen how his mother had done the same for his father, how she turned cold and abusive with no comfort and love from her partner, how she pushed her self hatred onto her children. how that pushed her eldest son to run away.

he spends the next week racking his brain for what he could’ve done for you to think that way before he realises that the summer after his 5th year, his parents had implored him never to give you anything more than the bare minimum because nobody could be trusted. he remembers pulling away from you and pushing you away in fear of you using him for his fortune.

the idea that his parents had made him internalize that you would never love him just for him, you were moving into this marriage not because of your shared love but because of necessity. his heart drops out of his chest as he realizes all of this must have translated to you and that he now had a lot to make up for.

he plans out meticulously how to get his wife back and slowly but surely, he does. it starts with small things, a single flower that you had told him once you liked the smell of on your nightstand, a pair of earrings you remarked look beautiful when window shopping. a handwritten letter telling you goodmorning and his favorite things about you in your bag before class.

your initial confusion morphs to anger at the thought of changing yourself all for him to want you to go back to the self he called repulsive. you don’t respond to his initial attempts to woo you, but as weeks and months pass, he doesn’t give up.

he speaks to you, really speaks to you, asking you about your day, how he can help you when you’re not feeling well, what you need whenever he leaves the house, small compliments about your cooking or how the colour of your dress matches your eyes.

you two start sharing small good mornings and good nights when going to bed, which then translates to small hand holding or shared touches between each other. the ice around your heart slowly but surely starts melting whenever he’s around, you quickly become accustomed to his quick kisses on the cheek whenever he leaves the room or house.

he holds you at night as he whispers sweet promises of never letting you down again, grasping your face to look into your eyes whenever he compliments you to let you know how much you mean to him.

your heart is now warm and full at the thought of his presence, no longer a shell of yourself, slowly but surely healing with his sweet actions.

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remuslupinslittleslut · 5 months

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Amy's Kinkmas Day Nine

Threesome - Jegulus x Reader (background poly!marauders x reader)

Kinkmas Masterlist.

For Christmas, you decided to give your boyfriends’ exactly what they wanted. They each would get their own magical experience, but the first one to receive his was James. You had asked Sirius and Remus to help you set up, and they had certainly lived up to your expectations. James was spread out on your bed, hands and ankles tied to all four corners of the bed, blindfold on.

Across the room were two chairs, where you had asked the other two of your boyfriends to sit, you wanted them to watch, as they were part of the relationship, and this would for sure be a show no one would want to miss.

Your preparations were extensive, you had to get yourself, and your surprise ready. Dressing the both of you in dark red lingerie, little panties and you in a corset type bra, your surprise in a bralette. You had helped each other curling each other’s hair, applying charcoal eyeliner and dark red lipstick. Blush wasn’t needed, your cheeks were naturally reddened from the situation.

Before the scene started, you snuck up on the two men in chairs, using handcuffs to keep them in their chairs, telling them to stay perfectly quiet so as to not ruin the surprise, and they both nodded in agreement, still not knowing what they were in for.

Two pairs of feet padded across the floor, eliciting a sharp gasp from Sirius – he had not expected this. There you were, looking as pretty as ever, dragging behind you, holding onto your hand, his baby brother. Reaching James’ bed, you lean down to kiss his lips, drawing a moan from the tied up man. At the same time, Regulus started kissing down his lean chest, trying to avert his gaze from the leaking cock.

“Does it feel good love?” You ask James, nails running down his upper arm.

“Yes, baby, feels so good”, he moans, as Regulus lips have made their way back up his body, pink tongue circling a hardened nipple.

“Wanna see who’s kissing you Jamie?” You let one hand tug on his hair, providing the light pain he loved so much. He nods excitedly, and your hand pushes his blindfold away, moving down the bed and taking Regulus with you. “What the-” James eyes are wide, looking down at you and Regulus, watching you kiss right in front of his hard cock, standing pink and pretty, before his eyes move up, making eye contact with Sirius.

He doesn’t have time to telepathically converse with his friend, however, because soon you’re letting his cock join in on the make out, forcing a loud moan from his lips.

You lightly push Regulus away, moving your head to take his entire length in your mouth. Regulus doesn’t appreciate this treatment and, petty as he is, pulls you away by the hair, taking your place and letting his nose settle in dark tufts of hair. You scoff, but decide to focus on James’ pleasure, so you let your lips lick right below Regulus’ chin, paying attention to James’ balls.

Constant sounds are coming from both above and behind the two of you, James’ hips bucking, pushing his cock further down Regulus’ throat, making him choke and having to come up for air. As he’s coughing, trying to catch his breath, you take back your place, sucking James’ cock back down your throat.

“Fuck, love, stop, stop”, he’s rushing the words out, making you pull away and look up at him. He didn’t use a safeword, but this is a new situation so you feel the need to stop and listen, “don’t wanna come yet, you’re so sexy, the both of you. Can I please touch you?” he asks, looking between the two of you, cheeks rosy and eyes glossy.

You look to Regulus, who nods his consent for untying James, letting him untie his ankles as you untie his hands. Pausing, for a moment, you hold James’ face in your hands, kissing him softly, “love you, merry christmas.” Another kiss.

When he’s completely untied, you guide Regulus to straddle James’ hips, “untie your gift, baby”. This makes Regulus shiver. You had discussed this beforehand, you knew how badly he wanted James to touch him, knew he’d dreamt of this for forever.

You watch as James takes his time in appreciating his gift, hands roaming over the smaller, paler boy. The dark red lace in stark contrast to the skin of his chest. Regulus’ whole body moves as James’ hand moves over an erect nipple, the both of them moaning. You can tell how much the two of them are enjoying this, love watching to people you care about appreciate each other’s touch. James’ hands grip the globes of Regulus’ arse, spreading the cheeks apart.

“You can fuck him, you know”, you say, “I’ve already prepped him for you, wanted you to get the full experience.” You tug at Regulus’ hair, not wanting him to forget that James is your boyfriend. James’ eyes widened again, still surprised at the limits of his Christmas present. “Do you… want that?” He asks, looking Regulus straight in the eye.

Regulus moans, loud, again, “God yes, please Potter”, he mewls, hips moving back and forth, grinding against James’ cock. You help them get into position, one hand covered in lube coming down to make sure Regulus is still ready to take James, guiding him up on his knees, and then down, helping him get filled up with James’ cock. You sit behind Regulus, on your knees, guiding his body in his endeavor to bounce up and down on your boyfriend’s erection.

“Love, please, can you come up here, wanna taste you, please”, James is begging for you, and this is his gift so you have to comply. Leaving Regulus to move along James’ cock on his own, you get up, push your panties down, before straddling James’ head, wet pussy hovering above his face. His hands wrap around your thighs, pulling you down, dripping lips making contact with his tongue.

And this is James’ wettest of dreams. Cock stuffed in a pretty twink, his girlfriends leaking pussy above his face, his two other lovers watching and enjoying the show. This is heaven on earth, this is all he’s ever wanted. His hips start moving to meet Regulus’, balls slapping the other boy’s arse – his arms pulling you down closer, tongue licking fervently, craving the taste of his girl’s juices.

This is how all three come, James, buried deep in Regulus, Regulus’ cum shooting over James’ stomach, you, seated on James’ face. It’s a lot of limbs to untangle as the three of you come down from your highs. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you know you have two other partners to untie, looking over at them, you see the hunger in their eyes.

“Wanna help those two out, as well?” You ask Regulus, one eyebrow raised. He follows your line of sight, seeing your two other boyfriends, “Only if it’s okay with you”, he says, looking back at James, who nods, always happy to share.

Taking Regulus’ hand, you drag him with you, shoving him towards Remus, hearing someone say something about this being the beginning of a very long night.

Kinkmas taglist: @alexander-arcturus-black-lupin @hearts4court @delulu4marauders @remussbitch

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stagpdf · 4 months

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01/01. decent. 1155 words. NSFW. @jegulus-microfic ft. lesbian jeg + top regulus

“Reg–fuck–Regulus, love, please.” James tries to close their thighs around Regulus’ head, but she keeps them firmly in place with her hands, spreading them out to allow her complete access to their cunt. Regulus moves her thumb back and forth along one of their thighs, feeling the coarse hair under the pad of her finger as she tries to soothe her girlfriend. There’s a slight twinge in her scalp as James tugs at her hair, pulling her face closer. “Feels so good, ‘m so close,” James slurs, their speech having long since lost its clarity.

Regulus taps their thigh twice in succession, their signal for James to know it’s okay for them to come whenever they’re ready. She keeps her mouth working at the same pace, years of being with James leaving her knowing exactly how to bring them to the edge, how to best bring them over. It would be their—well, Regulus actually isn’t sure how many orgasms James has already had by this point, but that hardly matters. What Regulus does know is that she’s been between their legs for hours now, and despite the soreness settling into her jaw and tongue, she’d stay right here for many hours more just to bring James any amount of pleasure.

It’s not much longer until James’ legs are shaking, their back arching off the bed as they hold Regulus’ face impossibly closer and let out a litany of moans. Once the waves of pleasure seem to subside, James is left panting and limp on the bed, weakly pushing at Regulus to get her off their clit.

“Hurts,” is all they say, looking dazed and only half-awake. Regulus moves to kneel between their still-spread legs, gently rubbing her hands along their still-shaking legs, providing some amount of comfort.

“Do you think you could take another one?” Regulus asks softly, “Rather, do you think you need it?”

It’s been ages since James has gotten a decent night of sleep. Whether it was them constantly tossing and turning, staying up until the early hours of the morning, or waking up after only a few hours, James hardly got more than a few hours of sleep for far too long. Regulus has tried her best to be supportive, but spending extra time in the gym, taking allergy medications, and anything else James tries hasn’t helped a bit. Even sex hasn’t been working to get them properly to sleep.z

So, Regulus decided she was going to help in the best way she knew how—give James as many orgasms as she possibly could until they couldn’t physically stay awake.

“You jus’ wanna fuck me,” James says, a grin tugging at the edges of their lips. Regulus smiles in return, her white teeth glinting in the low light of the bedroom.

“Well, I certainly wouldn’t mind,” she says, smiling wider when she succeeds in pulling a laugh out of James.

James hums as they reach an arm out, motioning for Regulus to come closer. She climbs over their body, laying down so that they are chest-to-chest. James’ eyes flutter close for a moment as Regulus cards her fingers through their hair, lightly brushing through the sweat-soaked curls.

After a moment, James blinks their eyes open and says, “I think I could do with one more.” They bite their lip in a failed effort to conceal another grin.

“Oh, could you?” Regulus teases, pecking a kiss onto James’ lips and climbing off the bed to fetch her favorite strap, “Don’t worry, Jamie, I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll have no choice but to sleep for ten hours minimum.”

She rummages through the top left drawer of their dresser—a place they both determined was far more convenient than a box under the bed or hidden away in the closet—and finds the dildo and harness with ease. James watches as she puts everything into place, the pupils dilating and swallowing the brown of their irises as their arousal picks up again.

“Mhm, I know you will,” they mumble, attention entirely on Regulus.

Climbing back onto the bed, Regulus moves James’ legs apart once more and settles between their thighs. They’re absolutely soaked, wet and ready for her to fuck them past the point of coherency.

“Ready, baby?” Regulus asks, lining herself up.

“Yeah,” James breathes, moaning as Regulus pushes inside, bottoming out in a single thrust. “Fuck, that feels so good.”

James’ moans pick up as Regulus starts to fuck them, setting a brutal pace from the start. As she fucks them, she admires how stunning her girlfriend looks like this—fucked out from the hours of oral and countless orgasms they’ve already had, lips red and shiny from being bitten, the way their chest scars stand out from their skin, the way their legs are spread open just for her. Everything about James is absolutely perfect and Regulus wouldn’t trade them for the world; nothing compared to the way she felt with them.

Regulus rubs Jamesz’ clit in time with her thrusts, giving them absolutely no reprieve from the onslaught of sensation.

“Reg—shit, just like that—love, ‘m already close, lemme come? Please?” James begs, blinking up at her, their wide brown eyes shining with unshed tears.

“Just a little bit longer, I know you can take it,” Regulus responds. James goes to speak again, no doubt to continue begging, but breaks themself off with a loud moan as Regulus changes her angle slightly and starts thrusting even harder. She keeps rubbing her fingers on their clit, making it nearly impossible for James to hold themself back.

James squirms; their hips jerking both to meet Regulus’ thrusts and to press up against her fingers. Their begging picks up again, broken up by strings of curses.

Regulus leans over them, their faces hardly an inch away, and says, “Are you going to make it? Are you going to be good for me Jamie?”

James whimpers, multiple fat tears finally falling from their eyes. “Please, ‘m trying so hard to be good but I can’t—I need to come, please let me come.”

Regulus moves her head so that her lips just barely brush against their ear. “Okay, baby,” she whispers, “Go on, come for me.”

James’ whole body jerks, their head thrown back, lips open in an ‘o’, and their legs shaking. They let out a near-scream, eyes rolling to the back of their head as the waves of pleasure course through them. Soon after, they fall back to the bed, their body boneless and limp.

Regulus is sure to be careful as she pulls out, but James still whines softly at the emptiness they now feel. Taking a moment to admire her girlfriend once more, Regulus undoes the harness before climbing off the bed. She takes one look back at James, their eyes closed and rapid breathing beginning to slow down.

By the time Regulus gets back from the bathroom with towels, James is fast asleep.

#happy 2024 here are some lesbians <3 #microfics #jegulus #james x regulus #regulus x james #james potter x regulus black #regulus black x james potter #female regulus black #nonbinary james potter #trans james potter #jegulus fic

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ensbunny · 2 months

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Evan goes to the hospital (627 words)

Evan had had a bad few weeks. His side started hurting out of the blue when he woke up. He was willing to ignore it and neglected to tell anyone. Of course, that landed him in the hospital with a clingy boyfriend holding onto him like he might run away.

Barty traced over the tattooed ring on his finger a million times, sitting hunched over in his chair and resting his head in his lap.

“You look uncomfortable there, love bug,” He said, scratching at the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Yeah,” He grunted, tugging at his arm, petulantly.

He adjusted a little in his seat, biting his lip to keep from crying out.

“What? Are you okay?” He squeezed his hand hard and started standing up, “Let me get a nurse.”

“Crouch, stop, no—” He protested, pulling him back in. “Look, it’s alright, they’re prepping surgery for me.”

“I wish I could watch,” He frowned, and then cringed when he realized.

It was too late. He was already laughing— or trying not to. The pain vibrated through his body, running down the right side of his stomach. He couldn’t stop, only made worse by Barty’s glare.

“Stop that,” He stuck his hands on Evan’s face, smoothing out his scrunched up features. “I just don’t want to leave you.”

“We can ask, but I doubt they’d go for it,” He rasped, shaking off his breathlessness.

“I just want to meet the surgeon, then—“

He was interrupted by a flurry of chaos drifting in from the hallway. He tried to peek through the little window on the door, freezing. Oh no. He recognized that shouting.

“You didn’t.”

“If you died, they would kill me for not telling them,” He explained, holding out his hands in surrender.

“But they’re all mad—“

The next thing he knew his friends were barging into his room, Pandora at the head of it all.

“Mad? Y’know what’s mad? Being in pain for weeks and not telling your twin sister!” She lectured, picking up a chair and hauling it directly beside Barty’s.

“It’s just appendicitis,” He shrugged, sheepishly.

“It’s just appendicitis,” She mocked his voice, sitting down in her chair, grasping his hand. “Surgery is something you tell your friends about.”

“I told Barty!”

“I checked you into the hospital, princess,” He betrayed, rubbing his shoulder.

“What about you two? I thought you had dates tonight!” He accused, grasping at straws for some reason they should all leave him alone.

“Marlene or being with my friend in his last moments?” Dorcas commented dryly, taking another seat on the opposite side of the bed.

“James drove me here. He said if you die, he wants your paint set,” Regulus echoed.

“I’m not going to die,” He grumbled, hunching in on himself, biting down on a whimper.

“If you keep moving you might,” Barty badgered, trying to get him sit up straight.

“You should all go home, go on your dates! I’ll be fine here,” He argued, feeling uncomfortably cared for.

Neither one of them paid any attention to him, starting a new conversation. They stayed true to their word, crowding around his bed for each hour he had to wait. Pandora and Regulus played cards over his blanket covered feet while Barty face-timed his mother so she could catch up with everyone.

He felt his muscles unlock slowly, surrounded by jokes about his death and sardonic laughter. He hadn’t even realized he was so tense. The once stale and dreary room felt ten times warmer. He thought, when they came to usher him away, that he had the worst friends in the world.

#marauders #the marauders #the marauders era #evan rosier #barty crouch jr #rosekiller #barty x evan #rosekiller microfic #rosekiller au #rosekiller fic #dorcas meadowes #pandora rosier #regulus black #slytherin skittles

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dogstarmoonheart · 9 months

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Im pissed here ⬇️ This is a rant made mid-rage

written after an encounter with one of those bloggers who hate everything that isn’t canon and dislikes Wolfstar and throws up from the thought of Jegulus (?).

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First of all, there are a lot of tropes I don't really like and that I don't take part of. I, for one, like my Lupin awkward and scrawny, not like a cool casanova. I struggle to see the beauty of making Regulus all soft and dovy, as his personality from the start has been based on the fact that he's cold, hurt and uptight. I have never read Y/N as I feel conflicted with the arrangement. WITH THAT SAID, I feel no bloody need to point out, complain or talk poorly about those who do enjoy these things.

I'm a big jily fan. I was 13 (isch??) when I entered the fandom and back then “jegulus” wasn’t a thing. (I've grown to enjoy the "jegulus ship" though, and some of my favorite fics are jegulus-centered.)

I get people being like:

“huh jegulus? how would that even???”

and I also get people who hold onto jily like a life jacket.

BUT for the love of the gods, that doesn't mean people need to be such c*nts.

“This fandom has gotten out of hand”

“I don’t like it when people make ships that aren’t canon” (????? why are you here then?????)

and also people who are so butt-hurt bc. of adaptions and interpretations, like??? what do you think a fandom does???

“That character would never act like that” DO YOU FUCKING KNOW THEM PERSONALLY??

“that’s not realistic at all” your mom’s not realistic at all.

“rosekiller is so offensive” YOU ARE OFFENSIVE

you’re literally 40 go AWAY.

If you want it to be 100% accurate to the books, read. the. fucking. books??????

I’m not speaking for those who change a character to unrecognition, but I stumble upon people who are still mad about Wolfstar??? And it pisses me off dawg. It pisses me off.

Don’t attack people who enjoy non-canon queerness or a cool Remus Lupin or (gods forbid) a kind ratboy (you know he’s my everything)

Kindly piss off Karen (of course not if ur lovely, and happen to be named Karen, you stay right where you are <3)

Sorry, I had to get that out of mi system. Just think it’s bollocks that people can’t just sit back and shut up.

FYI: This house (blog) is safe to all and I hope ye kno’ that nasty hags are just hiding their weird ass values behind the statement “it’s not canon”. They themselves are mucky. They are a bad joke with a borin' punchline ;)

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I wanted to share this cuz even if it might not make complete sense (as I wrote it in fury at 3 am) it’s a good enough reminder that yeh should stay gay, stay loud, and keep making old angry people mad. Ship weird shit and idk..make James an emo just to piss somebody off, who gives a shit.

kisses my sweets

#the marauders #marauders #marauders era #remus lupin #lily evans #james potter #peter pettigrew #jily #wolfstar #jegulus

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itsjaywalkers · 2 months

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a lil smth under the cut for u guys (part 3) <3

(light nsfw)

part 1 part 2

“Well, it’s not perfect, but it’s decent enough, so it’ll have to do,” James says, and Regulus it’s too busy trying to keep his breathing under control to be bothered by the other man’s words. “Relax your shoulders a little, love.”

“Don’t,” Regulus hisses, even though he isn’t sure himself if that response is because of the nickname, or James’ touch, or James’ closeness, or something else entirely.

“Don’t what?” James asks, sneaking a hand up and massaging one of his shoulders until both of them sag.

“You know what.”

“I don’t even think you know.”

Regulus huffs loudly, and hates that he can’t argue back.

“Show me how you do a jab,” James requests, his hands returning to Regulus’ waist after one last press on his shoulder.

Regulus clears his throat slightly, feeling a bit flustered all of a sudden while he raises his right arm and gets ready to do what James asked. He only hesitates for a couple of seconds before doing the punch, not as confident as he’d usually be after having James criticise him so much.

He knows he’s no expert. He isn’t even that athletic to begin with. But he still has a boxer brother, which means he’s definitely not as clueless as James is making him out to be.

Maybe if it were someone else, Regulus would find it in himself to fight back, defend his knowledge and Sirius’ teachings. But, as it turns out, having a professional boxer watching you try to punch is an incredibly humbling experience. Especially one as mind-blowingly good as James.

Not like Regulus would ever tell him that.

James hums. “Not bad,” he says, and really, it shouldn’t satisfy Regulus as much as it does. “It’s a bit too slow, though.”

Regulus tilts his head back, in an attempt to look at the other man, but he barely lasts a second after realising how fucking close both of his faces are.

His heart beats wildly in his chest. He can only hope James doesn’t notice.

“How so?” Regulus wonders, so relieved to hear his voice sounds completely normal.

“Jabs focus on speed over strength,” James explains calmly. “It’s a matter of overwhelming your opponent, rather than properly hurting. The punch has to be quick, and once the arm returns, it’s gotta go up, protect your face. Like this.”

He grabs one of Regulus’ arms gently, moving it forward and then back very slowly, to demonstrate how to do it, and then fast, jostling Regulus’ whole body with it.

“See?” James murmurs, and he could swear that his tone has gone lower. “You don’t have to worry about being strong enough. It’s all about speed.”

“Okay,” Regulus replies with a tiny nod, doing his best to concentrate on what James is seeing, and not on all of the points where they’re touching. Or on how close James is. Or how nice he smells, despite all the sweat—maybe even because of it. “I think I get it.”

“Yeah? Wanna try again on your own?”

Part of Regulus wants to snark back, argue that it’s only a stupid jab and James is just being picky because he’s a professional boxer and it’s not like there’s an actual science to throwing a punch. But having James holding onto his waist must be clouding his mind, because he just gives another nod, and does his best to replicate James’ movement and speed.

“Yeah, that’s it,” James breathes out, and Regulus can almost hear his smile. “Very good, love. You’re a natural.”

“Oh, I’m a natural now?” Regulus huffs out, but it comes out more teasing than irritated.

“Or maybe you just have a great teacher,” James adds playfully, accompanied by a squeeze on his hips.

“You’re right, Sirius is pretty great,” Regulus responds with a shrug, relishing in the way James clicks his tongue.

“But I’m better.”

“In your dreams, Potter.”

“Wait, what happened to ‘James’?”

Regulus feels heat rushing to his cheeks. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

James chuckles way too close to Regulus’ ear, and his breath hits the side of his neck, goosebumps breaking all over his skin. Regulus has to swallow a very embarrassing and very needy sound before it makes it past his lips.

“C’mon, love, we were getting along so nicely. Don’t try to ruin it now.”

“You’ve finally lost it,” Regulus states, trying to laugh the whole thing off. It probably doesn’t work, though, considering how unstable he sounds. “There’s not a single universe in which you and I get along, Potter.”

“Liar,” James whispers. “I’m growing on you.”

“Whatever gave me away?” Regulus grumbles, sarcasm dripping from his words.

“The fact that you’re letting me touch you,” James murmurs, voice smooth and silky, feeling like a caress. “How you keep leaning against my contact, and catching yourself at the last second.”

Regulus’ breath hitches. “That’s—”

“The way you’re not even arguing with me anymore. Not really,” James continues, unrelenting, his lips grazing Regulus’ earlobe and making his eyes flutter shut. “If anything, I’d even dare to say you’re flirting.”

“You’re delusional,” Regulus spits, too breathless to sound as furious as he’d like to. “The fucking audacity—”

“And,” James cuts him off, tone so frustratingly smug, “I bet you’re aching between those pretty legs of yours.”

Regulus lets out an embarrassed noise, barely suppressing the urge to press his thighs together.

“No,” he croaks out, shaking his head a little and face burning.

“No?” James mocks him, pressing his smirk behind Regulus’ ear. “Shall we check?”

One of James’ hands moves slowly, sliding from its place on Regulus’ waist to rest under his navel, fingers playfully caressing his waistband.

Regulus hates how that mere touch is enough to turn his mind into static. To make his heart stutter in his chest, and the mess in his underwear almost unbearable.

“Potter—”

“No.”

Regulus’ eyebrows shoot up, and before he has the chance to ask, he feels James’ teeth at the side of his neck, nipping teasingly and dragging a fucking whimper out of him.

“What—?!” he begins, completely red in the face and attempting to move away from the other man for the first time since he allowed his touch.

James holds him tighter, bites down harder. “Behave, Regulus, or I’ll fucking make you.”

Regulus doesn’t listen, despite how the tone of James’ voice makes him tremble like a leaf. He keeps resisting, an outraged sound leaving his mouth while his body betrays him and becomes even wetter.

“Oh, you don’t get to play the clueless card on me,” James murmurs, his teeth giving way to a devilish tongue that turns Regulus soft and pliant, his attempts at freeing himself growing sloppy, lazy. “I always do my best to be patient, to respect your boundaries and control myself, but you’ve been a damn tease all afternoon, and I’m fucking done.”

“What the fuck are you even—”

“Enough,” James growls back, and it’s so commanding Regulus’ mouth snaps shut with a clack.

There’s a beat of silence, and then James is laughing under his breath. “Good boy.”

It’s filled with mockery, bordering on mean, and yet, it still makes Regulus moan like a fucking bitch in heat, eyes rolling to the back of his skull and body going completely boneless.

“Fuck,” James whispers, a mix between awed and devastated. “I should’ve known. I should’ve fucking known. Is that what does it for you, baby? You wanna be my good boy?”

Baby.

Regulus moans again, even though it’s weaker this time, but he still shakes his head, or tries to at least, holding onto the last traces of sanity and refusing to let James win whatever twisted game they’re playing.

“C’mon, you were doing so well,” James mumbles, tongue licking up the side of his neck. “And you can’t fool me anymore. Not like you ever did, but still. I know you wanna be good for me, baby. Know you wanna please me, let me use you in whatever way I see fit.”

He tries to shake his head once more, but somehow, his brain gets the order wrong and Regulus ends up nodding instead.

“That’s right,” James coos, dropping a kiss on his skin, long and lingering. “Now, say my name, Regulus.”

“James,” he gasps almost against his will, mouth moving before his mind can catch up.

The other man groans and then attaches his lips to his throat immediately after, tongue pressing down as he sucks, the sting feeling absolutely heavenly.

Regulus tilts his head to the side to give James more space, eyes hooded and limbs heavy, back coming to rest against James’ chest.

“James,” he says again, without being prompted this time and the word almost sounding like a whine.

“Fuck, you’re driving me insane,” James hisses against his neck, peppering the skin with open-mouthed kisses, his tongue and teeth mapping out Regulus’ skin. “You don’t understand how long I’ve been dying to do this.”

Regulus whimpers, hands moving on their own volition and reaching behind him until they bury themselves into James’ messy locks. He pulls, a bit harsher than intended, but before Regulus can manage to apologise, James is moaning loudly, the vibrations on his skin making him shiver.

He pulls again, and James bites down on his throat hard enough to leave a mark. Regulus doesn’t have it in himself to reprimand him, or to tell him to stop. His brain is unable to focus on anything that isn’t James’ mouth working down his neck.

“We could’ve been doing this ages ago if you weren’t so fucking stubborn,” James sighs, lips caressing his exposed shoulder and dragging another obscene noise out of Regulus. “I knew you wanted it. I knew you wanted me.”

“James—” Regulus pants, apparently unable to speak anything else apart from the other man’s name.

It’s kind of embarrassing, how pliant a couple of kisses and a few dirty comments can make him. Regulus isn’t usually this easy, especially not in bed; he likes having a modicum of control, always ready to remind his partner that he doesn’t enjoy being bossed around. But, and as much as he hates to admit it, James knows what he’s doing.

Although, maybe it’s not even a matter of skills. Maybe it’s simply that it’s James, and despite how much he’s tried to deny it, he’s been desperate for him almost since the moment he laid eyes on him.

“God, baby, you taste divine,” James grunts, sucking on his collarbone almost at the same time that his fingers dip into Regulus’ waistband. They don’t get very far, and it’s more of a playful contact than anything else, but his breath still hitches. “Can’t wait to put my mouth between your legs.”

Regulus makes a keening sound, hips twitching, and James chuckles cruelly against his shoulder.

“You’d let me, right, baby?” James goes on, the hand that had slipped inside the basketball shorts changing its course and travelling up up up, until they’re caressing Regulus’ chest, following the shape of his scars. “There’s no point in pretending you’re not fucking gagging for it at this point. Just look at you. Look at you. I bet you could come from this. From me marking you up while I whisper in your ear.”

“N-no,” Regulus huffs, blinking furiously and doing his best to break out of his daze. “You’re too—too full of yourself. This isn’t enough, it could never be, and I—”

“Not enough?” James questions, stopping his ministrations. Regulus bites his tongue to stop the protest at the tip of his tongue. “Is this your way of asking for more, baby? Because you’re gonna have to do better than that. I don’t listen to brats.”

Regulus wishes he could scoff, elbow James in the stomach so his touches stop clouding his mind and tell him to fuck off. Maybe even show him how well he can throw a stupid punch.

But his body isn’t listening to his mind. It doesn’t care about what Regulus truly wants. Or what he’s been telling himself he wants, at least.

That’s why when he parts his lips, none of the curses he’s been preparing come out. Instead, there’s only need and lust. “Please,” he whimpers, closing his eyes tight momentarily. “Please, James, I—I just—”

James shushes him gently while circling a nipple, Regulus’ toes curling inside his toes and cunt clenching around nothing. “Oh, baby. It’s okay. I’m gonna take care of you so well. Give you exactly what you need.”

“Yeah,” Regulus exhales, hands spasming around James’ curls. “Please.”

“Gonna let me fuck you, baby? Let me finger you nice and open, so you can get ready for my cock?”

Regulus moans and nods and thrashes around, one of his hands slipping from James’ hair just so he can grab one of James' by its wrist, pushing his arm downwards and hoping to get some relief where he truly needs it.

James stops right before he reaches his waistband, a cocky grin curving against Regulus’ skin.

“Well, well,” James breathes. “Aren’t you a needy little thing.”

“C’mon,” Regulus complains, uncaring of how childish he sounds. He feels too fucking drunk on everything James to be able to think about anything else apart from getting off.

James laughs again, because he’s mean like that, and Regulus can already feel some tears prickling at his eyes out of frustration.

“You have to tell me what you want, Regulus,” James says, and his voice is so damn casual it actually hurts. “This won’t work otherwise.”

There’s no this, Regulus wants to snap back, but then James is pressing nearer, until Regulus can feel the outline of his hard cock against his ass. It makes him gasp and push back against it, really pleased by the little hiss James lets out at the pressure.

“See what you do to me, baby?” James whispers, dragging his lips over his shoulders, the side of his throat, behind his ear. “We barely did anything, and yet I’m so fucking hard it’s actually painful. You’ve no idea of how many times I’ve jerked myself off to the thought of you. Wishing it was your hand instead. Your mouth. The inside of your cunt.”

Regulus’ knees shake, a mewl escaping his parted lips, and James’ grip on him turns even stronger.

“I bet you’ll feel all tight and warm around me,” James goes on, tone husky, words dripping with so much desire it makes Regulus light-headed. “Make the sweetest sounds, too. I used to think you were too uptight and that I needed to fuck the stubborness out of you, but it turns out that you’re real fucking dirty, baby. Grinding back against my cock and opening your legs the moment I praised you a little. Oh, if they could see you now, baby. Big bad scary Regulus Black. Reduced to a pathetic, whimpering mess.”

“Shut up,” Regulus grits out, but he doesn’t stop rubbing his ass on James’ cock, or pulling at James’ wrist insistently, in an attempt to get his hand inside his pants. “You’re all bark and no bite. Spent all these months telling me everything you wanted to do to me, and now that I finally give you a chance, you’re only teasing and babbling in my ear.”

“Good try, baby, but you should know by now that that attitude of yours only turns me on.”

“Yeah? Then how come you’re not fucking me yet, huh?”

James’ other hand, the one that hasn’t stopped gripping Regulus’ waist for a single second, lets go and climbs up, taking a hold of Regulus’ chin. James uses it to tilt his head back, forcing their gazes to meet, and Regulus despises how he feels himself get slicker at the flash of danger on James’ gaze, the sharpness of his smirk.

“God, the mouth you have on you, baby.” James cocks his head to the side, considering, and he grips his chin even tighter. “So fucking filthy. And so pretty when you beg.”

“I don’t beg,” Regulus murmurs back, aware that it’s a lie. He still narrows his eyes when James barks out a laugh.

“Yes, you do. You already have. And you will do so again, if you want to come.”

“I don’t need you for that. I can just—just walk out of here, leave you hanging and get off all by myself—”

“No, you can’t. I’m sure you’ve also jerked off while thinking of me, right, baby? All that tension, all that repression, I know it took its toll. Did you finger yourself slow and deep as soon as you got home after our interviews? Came with my name in your mouth?”

Regulus only glares at him, not even trying to defend himself. What’s the point, when James can see right through him? Lying won’t do him any favours.

“You did,” James states, ridiculously pleased with himself. “You’re not gonna go and waste this chance over your wounded pride, baby. Argue all you want, but we both know you’re not going anywhere. Not when you’re practically drooling at the thought of taking my cock.”

“Don’t act like you don’t want it as much, if not more, than I do,” Regulus grumbles.

James shrugs, leaning forward and forcing Regulus to do the same. Until their noses are grazing each other, breaths intermingling.

“Never said otherwise,” he retorts with ease.

“Then what the fuck are you playing at?”

“Nothing, really. Just waiting for you to tell me what you want. I’ll give it to you, baby, I swear. You just gotta ask.”

Regulus purses his lips, but James does sound sincere, and at this point, it’s not like he has anything else to lose. It’s too late to try and save face, and his dignity, or whatever was left of it, took its leave the moment he allowed James to get this close.

Besides, he wants this. He wants James. Has done so for a while, probably since the very beginning, and not even he has this much self-restraint.

“Fuck me,” Regulus says in a soft exhale, watching the way James’ pupils eat at his irises. “Please, James, fuck me. I need you inside me, it’s—fucking unbearable, really, and I’m gonna lose it if you don’t—”

“Yes,” James gasps out, nodding fast, moves turning erratic as he finally slips his hand under the shorts, under Regulus’ briefs. “Yes. Of course, baby, anything you want, I’m—shit, you’re so—let me just—”

His fingers rub at his clit playfully, pulling a moan out of Regulus, before they continue their path down, until they’re running through slick curls, teasing at his entrance and marvelling at the wetness they find there.

“Fuck, baby, you’re fucking dripping,” James whispers in wonder. Regulus can only whimper, pushing against his eager hand. “And it’s for me. All for me. Fucking hell, just—come here—”

It’s when James tilts his head up, clearly wanting to kiss him, that Regulus finally manages to go back to himself. That Regulus remembers where he is, what he’s doing, who he’s doing it with.

Reality hits him with such harshness that the ground seems to tilt under his feet, leaving him breathless, and dizzy, and having to swallow down a wave of nausea.

What the actual fuck is wrong with him?

“Wait,” he squeals, James’ mouth already touching his. “Wait.”

To the other man’s credit, he does stop immediately at Regulus’ words, pulling back and fingers freezing where they were exploring at his cunt’s entrance.

Regulus takes a gulp of air, heart rumbling loudly inside his head, his brain screaming at him to get a fucking grip.

“Reg?” James calls him, a worried frown twisting his features while his eyes roam all over his face. “Baby, you okay?”

“Don’t—” Regulus wheezes out, clawing at James’ arm until he gets the hint and takes it out of his pants. He can’t think with those thick, calloused fingers resting on his cunt. “We can’t do this. It’s—no, James, just—no.”

Something pained flashes in James’ gaze, before it disappears, being substituted by a harshness Regulus has to look away from. “Regulus—”

“No,” he repeats, a lot firmer this time. “I’m not—I can’t, James. I’m sorry, I really am, but I just can’t.”

Regulus doesn’t stick around to hear James’ response, or watch his reaction. He moves away from him, legs shaky but still managing to support his weight, and he exits the ring without daring to glance back.

#AND FINALLY #ITS DONE #god i cant believe this silly scene ended up being so long #especially when i wrote it . without actually making an effort . since it's just a snippy and i was simply having fun #but i guess i should've expected it #anyways hope u guys enjoy!!#and that the wait was worth it!!#if u see any mistakes or something that doesn't make much sense #no u didn't #it's almost 4am and im knackered #be gentle with me etc #going to sleep NOW #boxer james agenda

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DESI JAMES POTTER HEADCANON

Disclaimer: this is not era-typical. this is strictly subjective, this is my way of projecting my delusions and hoping I meet someone like James Potter some day!!

James craves parental and academic validation.

Now before I get jumped, lets all be real for one second. You are telling me James Potter is a desi first gen NRI and he does not crave validation? I refuse to believe that!! And it was not that Effie and Monty pressurized him... it was the opposite actually. they did not say a thing and my boy just felt he had to be the best because he has such nice parents who never ask for anything how can he ever live up to it??

He was the kind to lose sleep before important days. Right before the big matches and papers you would find James F. Potter roaming the halls of the school in the wee hours of morning, hands tightly clutching onto a mug that says, "You are ENOUGH" (his parents gifted him this in 3rd year when they noticed he was not doing well). The mug is obviously filled to the brim with either masala chai or cold coffee (the indian one).

2. He smelled like cloves

now this is something I have observed in my day to day life and feel like James too, would partake in. He would be the kind to use "spicy" toothpaste. simply because he thinks they last longer or smth. Effie also makes him homemade oil that has cloves (idk what they do I just associate the spice with him OKAY?) So basically when his partner(s) kiss him, they taste and smell clove. And it is not a comforting spice like cinnamon but imagine a whitewashed Regulus getting used to the sting of cloves and the horrible dant kanti-esque taste because the boyfriend uses them. There is a point when Regulus just starts carrying around a small bottle of clove oil or a box of clove and elaichi daana because James smells like cloves and Sirius like cardamom (FIGHT ME.)

3. Resident Problem Solver

Was he mischievous? Hell yes. Did he still make efforts to make sure everyone was okay? Duh.

James would be the kind to ask everyone about their day at the dinner table and be actually interested in what they have to say. He would notice when one of his friends were having a hard day and just drop a ladoo on their plate or ask them if they would like "non-spicy" chai. He would be the peacemaker. ALWAYS. He DID not like conflict. It hurt his soul to watch his friends fight or give each other a cold shoulder.

4. He LOVED being Desi.

he had the diaspora issue, obviously. But Effie and Monty came from the pre-partition India and tried to hold onto their country as much as they could. So James was super used to all the desi things. He had a head full of thick luscious curls because his mother massaged oil and gave him champi every week. When he moved to Hogwarts his hair suffered a little before the Summer when Sirius visited the Potters. Effie taught both of them how to apply oil onto each other's scalps and then it became their tradition at Hogwarts.

5. When Sirius returned bald.

there is a very popular HC that one year Walburga shaved Sirius' hair off because he was being disrespectful or smth. That year, James developed a variant of Indulekha x Parachute Coconut Oil (come on Desis i know you know what I mean) and made sure Sirius had his long hair back before Christmas. He would personally look after his diet, forcing amla tea down his throat or making sure he is eating 3-4 meals that consist of healthy things and not just meat as Sirius would otherwise have it.

Regulus fell in love with James around this time because he did smth he could not, protect Sirius. He went as far as daring Walburga to try to do it again, James would make sure Sirius grows his hair longer than ever.

ps. he was the one who came up with curl-care routine for the marauders and all of them had PJO cast like hair it was so cute jadfiqgfuiwgiuu okay

6. He did not practice any religion

James was not religious, he was spiritual. He did whatever his mum, who herself practiced two religions, told him to do. Both Effie and Monty believed in giving back to the society more than giving to some religious institute, so imagine a first year James rushing into Poppy's wing with an injured bird in his hand begging her to save it.

7. He was the people's princess.

fight the wall. everyone, even the slytherins, secretly LOVED him and the gulab jamuns he would give out on Diwali every year.

8. Enjoyer of classical music.

I have said it before, I will say it again. MY MANZ LISTENED TO GHULAM ALI. idc if he was muggle or what, he loved his music, language be damned.

he enjoyed urdu ghazals more than anything else tbh.

9. TRAINED CLASSICAL MUSICIAN

he was trained in sitar and he could sing as well. he was basically an in house singer. He learnt electric guitar in his 2nd year and then there was no looking back. If he would not have been a professional quidditch player he would have been a musician or a music teacher or smth.

10. he was a STEM student.

okay this is non-canon but comp sci major James? who also happens to enjoy botany? yes. just the best.

11. James who would slip into Urdu when he was overwhelmed, who loved when people played with his hair. James who wrote letters in Urdu or Hindi or whatever regional language his parents spoke and wrote.

12. James potter who hated how his eyes were brown, just brown, growing up. but then one day his mother told him it is what she loves the best about him.

13. James Potter with bitten lips, he does that whenever he is nervous.

14. James Potter who was born during sunrise, his mother believes he is the sun.

15. James who would lay his life for his friends. James who loved hugging Peter, James who committed crimes for Remus.

16. James who adored and admired Minerva so much that he would try everything to get her attention, except he was her favourite student after Lily and Remus (Sirius was her son, let us all be honest).

17. James who played Carnatic Music while studying.

18. James who would wear short kurtas. james who is obsessed with shawls.

19. James who carried a bag full of supplies his friends might need. Like imagine a pouch filled with hair elastics for Sirius and the girls, painkillers for Remus, fidget toys and stress ball for Peter, and cloves for Regulus.

20. James WHO FOUGHT THE AUTHORITY!!!

-- I WILL ADD MORE DW LET ME THINK--

ADD YOURS TOO BTW COME ON HELP A DEMIGIRL OUT

#desiblr #desi stuff #desi tumblr #marauders #james potter #the marauders era #dead gay wizards #desi james is my love #desi james #desi james potter #james x regulus #james and sirius #jegulus #baby james potter

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cressthebest · 10 days

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Crimson Rivers thoughts pt. 13

chapter 24:

1. sirius 🫱🏻‍🫲🏼 james being codependent af

2. ooo reg you’re so close babes. think about that just a little more. he realizes he cares about how james treats him and feels about him. reg just almost gets it

3. “He thinks the arena makes everyone a bad person while they're here. The only exception to the rule is James. He's the only person who could drag himself through all of this filth and cruelty and still hold onto his shine.”

4. ☺️ this “without hesitation” line is gonna bite us in the ass, isn’t it?

5. they’re talking about what their life without tragedy would have looked like. and damn. i’m not okay. their life would have been so beautiful

6. “"In that life, I do," Regulus whispers. "I let you do whatever you want, and when you want to dance, we dance."”

i’m NASTY sobbing over this line. like, snot coming out of my nose sobbing

7. “Regulus said James was his first love, didn't he? James would give anything to be his last.” 😀😀😀 holy shit that hurts

8. that nightmare was VILE

9. god, reg was practically sobbing to hold james’ hand. why is the world cruel to them??

10. 😐 i am unamused. another fucking spider

11. “"Have a go at me. Don't thank me or anything. It's always you're so stupid, James; it's never you looked so sexy and heroic while saving everyone from the murderous spider, James."” PFFFFFTTTT

12. it hurts to read it, but i also have always known that if reg wasn’t called into the hunger games, james would have died for someone else. like he said, either peter or vanity

13. god, peter’s story line and character fucking hurts. his family was mathias, irene, vanity, james, and even reg. this hurts like hell

14. NOOO PETER!!!!!

15. THEY MADE IT!!! THEY SURVIVED! THE GAMES ARE OVER!! THANK GOD!!

16. 😀😧 the rule change is REVOKED??? IM ABOUT TO LOSE MY FUCKING SHIT!! IF I WAS IN THIS UNIVERSE, ID PERSONALLY BE THROWING HANDS WITH SLUGHORN!! I BET SIRIUS HAS TO BE PHYSICALLY RESTRAINED!!

17. “"You're hesitating, love," James says softly.”

SCREEEEEEEEEEECHH

18. “"Axus got me on their way into the water. At least it was your dagger, I suppose," James says with a weary chuckle, his throat bobbing on a harsh swallow. His mouth quirks up a bit at the corner, gentle and lovely. "Maybe this makes me insane, but if I'm honest, I wish it had been you."”

oh no, make no mistake james. this very much does make you insane

19. and james is compared to the fucking sun going down again. i- i’m not okay

20. i need therapy for my trust issues. i trusted my ex best freind who outed me. i trusted my old roommate who i recently found out had a notes app list of everything she didn’t like about me this year. and most importantly, i trusted zar. i trusted that this fic wouldn’t do this to me.

#marauders #regulus black #james potter #fanfic #jegulus #sunseeker #starchaser #crimson rivers

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rainydayathogwarts · 3 months

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Hi there! I absolutely love the short write-up you did for Oliver Wood. <3

Would it be possible to request a short fic of Oliver Wood x Reader (other House) reuniting during the Battle of Hogwarts when they went back to fight, after having previously dated for a short time while they were schooling but broke up probably due to differences in priorities? Like they haven’t seen each other much since the break up and then graduating but seeing each other again made them want to give it another try. Thank you!!

So sorry I'm getting to this late, hope you like it!

Oliver Wood was a Hogwarts prodigy. Everyone knew his name alongside James Potter and Charlie Weasley's; they were the Quidditch Gods of the magical school. The names Regulus Black, Lily Evans and Y/N L/N were also quite famous, but for different reasons. The geniuses, students who soon after their time at Hogwarts became published witches and wizards for their incredible discoveries and talent.

That was one of the main reasons your relationship with Oliver Wood was so short-lived. You both had extreme talents, but they led you in opposite directions, only tugging you both further and further away from each other. Whilst you worked on magical discoveries that went beyond your education at Hogwarts, becoming known as one of the greatest witches of your time, Oliver worked relentlessly to fuel his passion for his sport which would build his career, his future. It only made the few months you spent together during your last year at Hogwarts unpleasant, the love you held for each other being over-powered by ambition, which led to the inevitable break up that shook all your friends, for they thought you would remain together forever, carrying out the legacy of being the one couple that would make it past their Hogwarts days.

Alas, that did not happen.

Instead, your magical discoveries were written and taught in the few years you had developed them and were the main source of protection for all the students who had decided not to fight the war, seeking shelter in the dungeons of the castle. Finally, what feels like days later, you're muttering the counter active spell, the hand holding your wand shaking with the trauma of the war you had just endured. When the protective force field finally breaks apart, you whisper the password to the Slytherin Common room. The portrait swings open and immediately the room falls silent. You announce that Voldemort's dead and spin around, heading into the direction you had just come from. You didn't want the reactions; The good, the bad or the dirty.

You wipe some blood from the side of your face, only to notice that the fabric of your long sleeved top doesn't soak up the liquid fast enough, and that you're bleeding quite heavily. Despite trying to stay calm, you begin to pant, tears blurring your vision, but you don't let them spill, not when you're so close to the Great Hall, where someone will have time to clean you up. Unfortunately, the way you immediately collapse onto a bench alerts more than just one person, and you suddenly have what feels like an audience crowding you. "Hey, hey, give her some space." The voice is familiar to you, but you just can't put your finger on who it is. "Y/N? Can you tell me your date of birth?"

The hand holding your face is gentle, and you can barely feel the tingle of the healing spell against the side of your face, which you take as a good sign. "You know my name." You recognise, slowly blinking. "Hey Y/N try keeping your eyes open for me, okay? Get me someone with skills here!" The demand goes to someone else, but it seems that those are the only words you're able to process. "So I take it I don't look so good?" Your words come out slurred and you feel your body slumping against something, or rather someone.

Oliver has resorted to being your own personal pillow. He didn't want you to look like one of the dead bodies, laying down still on the benches of the Great Hall, which has now become both a morgue and an infirmary. The spell he did on your wound worked, but he had one of the 7th Years going into healing fix you up and get some more blood into you to make up for what you lost. He felt your body sway against his and was immediately alert, even as you gathered balance to sit up on your own. He gave you time to process your surroundings, looking down at his feet instead. It was only when you cried "Oliver!" That he averted his gaze back to you.

"Y/N" He smiled, relieved that there was some colour in your face. You seemed confused yet surprised, putting together what had happened. "I haven't seen you in... A long time. How- are you hurt?" He laughed at your maternal instincts kicking in and shook his head at you. "No, Y/N, you got hurt. You were bleeding from your head and I just barely fixed you up." A look of realisation dawned on your face. "That was you? I... Well I feel bad now."

Oliver shook his head again, an awkward silence settling over the conversation. It was you to break the silence, stating "Well, I hear you're doing well now. I watched one of your games recently, you played nice." Oliver's eyes widened and he grinned, cocking his head to the side. "I can say the same about you, Ms. Published three books. And since when did you get into Quidditch?" It was your turn to act surprised now, retorting with "I've always liked Quidditch, I just didn't used to be into it. And you know, I wanted to see what was so special about Mr. Wood's Keeper skills here." Your eyes scanned the Hall around you, and the smile on your face slowly drops. As Oliver followed your eye-line, his did too.

"You didn't? You know, lose anyone important, did you?" You ask, now sounding a lot more empathetic. "Well I almost lost you for a second there." You glance over at Oliver and smile genuinely, matching the softness in his eyes. "Let me get you home safely. Everyone's already left." You nod at his words, using his arm as a support system for you to stand. You feel his muscles contract underneath you and look back up at him.

Despite the dirt and blood that freckles his face, he looks peaceful. He looks like someone you could find peace in.

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Day 17- dancing. Jegulus, marylily, raising harry, 1110 words.

James has always had a very idealised version of love in his mind stemming from years of watching the way his parents love each other so infinitely and unconditionally. He had always held in the back of his mind that he wouldn’t find love like that, trying to keep his hopes down, but it often failed and he found himself dreaming and praying for a love similar to theirs.

He had sort of given up, after many failed dates and episodes of pining over this one boy who didn’t even know he existed, he was ready to stop believing in love, his parents must be the exception that proves the rule.

Then the boy he was pining overlooked back, meeting his eyes and James knew then the love was real and as pure and unending as he had hoped it would be, he had fallen in love with Regulus Black and it was, in his opinion, even more loving than his parents relationship. When Lily and Mary had come to them with a proposition, James had been overjoyed. Having and raising a child with two of their best friends? Getting to raise a kid with the love of his life, he went to agree but Regulus beat him to it, they were all ready to expand their family.

They had a beautiful boy with pitch-black hair that matched both of his fathers with little curls that matched one of his mothers and deep green eyes that looked so much like Lily’s it was unbelievable. James hadn’t even held his son yet and was prepared to move the heavens and the earth to make him happy. He was fulfilled, happy and overflowing with love, and he just hoped he could make his son feel the same way.

Harry grew up quicker than they can even believe, the months speeding past. The four of them all lived together, not wanting to separate Harry from any of them while he was so young, and supporting each other with the long nights and time-consuming cleaning. He was two now, waddling around and babbling away at any chance he got, and James was filled with overwhelming joy and happiness just existing in the same space.

Now, he doesn’t know if everyone has this, but James has a favourite memory from his childhood. He was five and woke up in the night, he isn’t sure why, but he could hear music drifting up the stairs, so he crept out of bed standing on his tiptoes to keep the noise down and made his way halfway down the stairs.

From this position he had the perfect view into the living room, he had sat down on the step, holding onto the railing with both hands. He looked into the living room and there by the tree, his parents were dancing in the candlelight. His father was spinning his mother around while she laughed brightly, so carefree and happy that it had made James smile just watching them. They swayed gently while the music quietened and he snuck back upstairs to give them some peace and quiet.

He never told them he saw them dancing that night, and he never saw them again, but every time he heard some music drift up to his room he smiled, it was something that had always stuck with him.

So every the same soft music he had heard for the first time years ago came through the speakers, he pulled Regulus up, interlinking their hands and waltzed him around their living room.

“James,” Regulus laughed while James hummed along to the music, “Are we going to dance to this song every time?”

“Can this be the song we have for our first dance?” James asks but he already knows the answer, Regulus loves this little tradition as much as he does. Regulus nods his affirmation and James kisses him, slowing their dance slightly as he loses focus. “Planning to marry me one day then?” Regulus asks with a cheeky grin.

“Yep, afraid you’re stuck with me forever now,” Regulus hums after James answers and acts like he’s thinking about it before smiling softly up at James

“I guess there are worse ways to spend my time,” James laughs, leaning their foreheads together while they dance. There's a moment or two of silence before the door creaks open and they look around to see Mary poking her head around the door,

“Room for two more?” James nods in response and the two women enter the room, smiling to their friends. The next song starts, slower than the one before and the four of them talk quietly and laugh, sharing this moment of beauty.

The sound of giggling comes from the top of the stairs that have a view into the living room where Lily had left the door open. At the top of the stairs Harry peers through the bars of his baby-gate, bouncing up and down and laughing. James rushes up to collect their son, carrying him down the stairs to join them.

Harry’s in his pyjamas, having been put to bed hours previously, a green onesie with golden snitches that Regulus bought to influence Harry into taking after him, and he’s clutching one of his teddies, a small teddy blanket that she snuggles his face into. James does a little spin as he brings them into the living room and Harry smiles so hard his eyes start to scrunch up.

Regulus joins them, placing a hand on James' arm and using the other to brush over Harry’s hair, placing a gentle kiss on the top of his head. Harry’s mother come over, Mary pinching Harry’s cheeks and cooing at him while Lily tickles him gently to get him to laugh, he wriggles in James’ grip and he has to readjust so he doesn’t jump to the floor.

With Harry huddled between his parents, James moves him slowly in time to the music, Regulus and Lily each grabbing one of his hands to act like they are dancing along with him, Mary stands opposite swaying in time with Harry, who laughs and giggles, his cheek pressed into his shoulder to keep his teddy there. His eyes are drooping, but he desperately tries to fight the calling of sleep.

He’s unsuccessful, but he falls asleep surrounded by complete and total adoration wrapping around him like a warm blanket. James carries him back up the stairs and tucks him into his bed, carefully removing his glasses to place on the table.

Harry will likely not remember tonight when he’s older, but James will make sure this isn’t the last time he experiences this.

#christmas #christmas writing challenge #marauders era #regulus black #jegulus #james x regulus #lily evans #marylily #mary macdonald #marylily raising harry #jegulus raising harry #domestic jegulus and marylily #harry potter #harry potter gets the love he deserves #james potter #mary x lily

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