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Haiii!! These headcanons have been amazing!!! Could I perhaps ask for a Dr.Flug X Reader where they're a famous popstar, please?? tysm!! <3

Dr. Flug X Popstar!Reader

a/n: eeee of course I can write this!! This is a really cute idea, I hope you enjoy!! Im working my way through a few of your guy's requests so bare with me! I plan on maybe doing a few drabbles or headcanons for some other fandoms within the following days so keep a look out for that!

fandom: Villainous/Villainos words: 1026 cw: none! just super cute fluff!

(PLATONIC):

Now that you were starting to gain more and more popularity amongst people, you had been wanting to expand your musical talent to all reaches of life, whether it be good or bad.

Being a famous popstar made it easy to get connections, thankfully, and a little birdie had told you about the infamous ‘Hat Island” that was rumored to be crawling with villains, owned by none other ‘Lord Black Hat’ himself.

You were by no means a saint, let alone a hero, and thought that everyone deserved to have the joy of music, even those of lower status. So what do you do? Schedule a meeting with the most feared villain known to man!

Imagine Flug's surprise when he opens the door to see you standing there.

The man about damn near faints on the spot. A famous super-star, standing right in front of him? AND they're cute?? Oh boy.

He had heard of you when Demencia would loudly blast her music from her boombox, Obnoxious yes, but he would absentmindedly find himself humming your tunes or tapping his foot to the beat while he worked in the lab, much to his dismay.

Eventually that led to him listening to you in his (very little) free time, and he, actually?? Enjoyed?? It??

Now, the tricky part was going to be trying to convince Black Hat to let you hold a concert on his island, This old man intimidated tf out of you, if looks could kill you’d be dead before you even stepped into his office. But, you tried to remain confident.

You offer to pay him for compensation, and give him a small percentage of the profits from your show. How can he refuse that offer? It’s money! He reluctantly agrees to your proposition, and you sign a temporary contract.

For extra gratitude you offer him and his henchman VIP tickets for your show, Black Hat scowls, saying something along the lines of “that frivolous techno music gives me a headache..” But! He doesn't deny his henchmen going!

Of course you don't leave without the eldritch putting the fear of god into you.

Demencia vigorously shakes Flug in excitement, when she finds out they have VIP tickets to your performance, for once the doctor’s eyes light up.

The night of your performance happened to be one of his best memories, he was absolutely enthralled by your singing, and he got to witness all up close!

When he comes backstage to meet you after the show he nearly faints again. You thought he was kind of cute for that really.

You excitedly greet him and his group and chat for a while. Answering questions and sharing stories, you actually find out the two of you have a lot in common! As the evening wraps up you pull him aside privately to give him your number, if he ever wanted to chat. HE NEARLY FAINTS AGAIN.

(ROMANTIC):

That’s how you two began talking. You texted frequently, excitedly sharing each other's interests. Sometimes you’d snap a photo before or after a performance, and he’d send you pictures of his latest invention, or his model airplane collection.

It’s actually you, that ends up asking him out on a date. Through a video call, his reaction was adorable, he looked almost in disbelief but dumbly nodded his head to your confession.

The both of you lead busy lives, so you carefully plan out when you can visit and when he can get the time off. (He sucks up to Black Hat for an entire week).

You settle on something quiet and not far away, you didn’t want to be bombarded by fans or paparazzi during your small visit. It’s at a small cafe, Flug claimed it made the best coffee he’s ever had.

He watches all of your shows btw. Man’s is committed. Whether that be streaming the concert on his phone while he works or going to your shows/events in person whenever you visit the island again. It’s also a plus that he enjoys your music!

You singing to him, ouGHHHH. He’s starstruck every time, entranced by your voice. He really thinks of you as an angel, maybe a siren.

Love songs!! You write several dedicated to him while your dating, he nearly cries when you reveal this to him. Who am I kidding? He totally cried.

He makes you cute little gadgets to make your life a little easier. Like a custom-made microphone for your shows, you use it every time <3.

You SPOIL him. You get that bag (pun intended) and you think he deserves to be treated with everything he could possibly want.

If you ever meet 5.0.5 you best believe you’re treating that bear like your own son. He’s such a sweetie, how could you not? And if you sing him little lullabies to help him fall asleep?? Flug’s heart almost bursts out of his chest. How did he get so lucky??

He often wonders how he bagged you (pun intended). He's pretty insecure of himself already, it really is a mystery to him. He almost feels like he doesn't deserve any of it at all. But of course, you see right through his act, and reassure him endlessly.

You both keep the relationship on the downlow, mainly for your sake. He didn't want your reputation to be ruined if the press found out you were dating a notorious supervillain. You had told him you didn't care what the public thought, but he insisted.

There are numerous photos of you on his phone, not in a creepy way though. Most of them are selfies of two of you, or from photoshoots/concerts. He def has you as his screensaver.

You loooove peppering his bagged face with kisses. He gets so flustered it's adorable!! He secretly loves them. If you wear lipstick, you love seeing the aftermath of your kiss attack, his face painted in a lovely shade of red.

Overall, being in a long-distance relationship definitely has its ups and downs, but Flug thinks it’s all worth it, especially for you, he’s willing to give it a try. How romantic.

#black hat organization #villainous #dr flug #x reader #dr flug x reader #headcanons #villainos #dating headcanons #black hat villainous #blackhat #drflug #drflugxreader #plsprotecthimatallcostoHMYGOD #gender neutral reader #popstar!reader

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queen-erika-the-songful · 1 year

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#the day popstar stops being the black sheep is the day i can sleep at night #my edits #barbie movies #barbie: the princess & the popstar #barbie

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dejwrld · 2 months

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✿༉ rockstar choso wardrobe

#⊹˳⁺ ♡ 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓇 𝒸𝑜𝓇𝑒 #popstar reader literally have to yell at him to wear something other than black

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porchlightfairy · 1 year

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I Want You

pairing: eddie munson x reader

wc: 2.3k+

summary: Eddie misses you. And he wishes that he could fix it all to have you back. slight smut.

part 2 of cellophane

Based on I want you by Mitski: listen to this version

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

I want you

I hold one card

That I can't use

But I want you

“Hey, Eddie?” You whisper. It’s early in the morning and you couldn’t sleep. You turn your head and see Eddie laying next to you.

“Hm?” His eyes are closed but you smile in relief when he responds.

“I love you.” You giggle and peck his cheek.

“Mhm.” He rolls over.

Eddie would have killed to get the chance to say those words back to you now. It’s been a year since your break up and you were recovering gracefully. A beautiful album, photoshoots, and attending events looking gorgeous while he was struggling. Several rebounds, none working out, and a hole in his heart as he tries to replace you.

He doesn’t want to replace you. He just wants you. He wants to fix what you had. He was stupid for neglecting you. For letting the public hate you for no reason. He didn’t protect you and he hated himself for that.

It was the music awards and it would be the first time since the break up that you would be seen near each other in public. Eddie thought he knew how to handle it. Everyone told him how to handle it. But there on the carpet a few feet away was you. In all your glory. That charming smile shined in the floodlights. You were wearing a long off-the-shoulder dress with gold chains around your neck. Gold looked good on you but he knew silver was more your color.

He tries not to stare at you too long. He doesn’t want anyone to think that he was looking but in the corner of his eye, he still sees you. He poses with his band as your image leaves his peripheral. His heart squeezes and his eyes begin to mist up. He bites the inside of his cheek to control himself and the band moves on to the interviews.

“Eddie, this is the first time you're seeing your ex since the breakup. What is that like for you?” An egregious interviewer asks.

“She’s doing fine, I’m doing fine. We’re people too, you know?” He rolls his eyes, “I’m done.” He then walks away from the interviewer and his group awkwardly follows. He just wanted a drink now.

Inside the venue, he mingles with the other artists as he sips from his drink. He promised his band one drink tonight so he wouldn’t get all sad again. So, he better make it count. He gets done talking to a producer when he turns around and nearly bumps into you.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

You're coming back

And it's the end of the world

The air was so thick you could cut it with a knife. His eyes look over you as if when he blinked you would be gone in an instant. He clears his throat and smiles, “You look… you look good.”

“Thank you.” You look to the floor, “You do too.”

He wants to tell you more. He wants to say how much he misses you. How much it hurt when he had to put all your stuff into boxes and send it away. How he hated getting all the stuff back from your place. It didn't feel real. It wasn’t supposed to happen that way. But him and his stupid rockstar ego got in the way.

“I uh I…” Don't go. “I have to go.” Please stay. “It was really nice to see you.” Let’s talk longer. Why do you have to go?

“Alright, I’ll see you around.” He watches as you go. His heart is racing a mile a minute. He can't seem to catch his breath. He chugs his drink before making an escape to the bathroom to splash cold water on his face. After a few deep breaths, he exits the bathroom and heads to his seat as the ceremony starts.

Just across the stage in the darkness, he sees your beautiful glow. With a view like this, he didn’t know if he would be able to make it through the night.

As the ceremony continues, Eddie leaves his seat to return his glass to the bar. He sets the glass on the counter and spins on his heels. And there you are yet again with your pretty eyes and innocent smile. “Can’t seem to get away from me?” He chuckles.

You smile at his joke, “It's practically impossible in this stadium.”

We're starting over

And I love you, darling

And I am done, dear

He lets out another laugh. This one comes out of the core of his chest. It reminded you of when you dated before he got busy. He used to laugh like that all the time. He looks down at you, his eyes gazing down at yours softly. He parts his lips to speak but he stops himself. His fists clench at his side and his teeth chew on the tender skin on his cheek.

You should say something. He should say something. You both need to say something right now.

“It’s really good to see—”

“I hope you’ve been—”

You both stumble over each other's words and then laugh. “Sorry,” He says, “You go first.”

“I just wanted to say I hope you’ve been doing well. You haven’t been in the public eye lately.” You shuffle your feet.

“Yeah, I kinda needed a break. Got new management and stuff.” He explains, “Boring stuff.”

“It’s not boring, it's your life.”

It’s been boring without you, he thinks. He just nods instead, “I guess you're right. Anyways, it was really good to see you tonight.” His voice wavers at the tail end of his sentence, “Are you here with anybody?”

“Just my team.” You shake your head. He feels relief but then he feels his face get hot.

“Not that it matters or anything.” He tries to recover, “it’s none of my business anyways.”

You laugh, “It’s okay. I’m not interested in anyone anyways.” You mentally smack your forehead in embarrassment.

He nods, “Cool. Good for you. I’ve stopped too. Every encounter I’ve ever had seems to be sexual in nature to the tabloids.”

“Liberating isn’t it?”

“Yes.” His shoulders go slack, “Not being in those glossy pages has been the best thing that happened to me.” Second to being with you, of course. You smile and nod.

You both talked for hours. Neither expecting an award, you just hid away from everyone and talked like nothing happened. Your assistant finally found you and told you it was time to go. She looks between you two nervously. You look at Eddie, “Guess it’s time for me to go. Goodbye, Eddie.”

Wait. I love you.

“Bye.” He waves as you leave him alone.

You're in the house

And I am here in the car

I just need a quiet place

Where I can scream

How I love you

He doesn’t remember much after the award show but after coming home he went for a drive. He drove and drove until he finally parked and closed his eyes. Tears well up in his eyes, his fists clench on the wheel until his knuckles turn white, and the car feels like it's closing in on him. He’s wheezing and he feels faint until there is a knock on the window.

He turns his eyes and sees you standing there looking at him in concern. He gathers himself and rolls down. “Eddie? What are you doing outside my house this late.” Outside your house? He looks past you to see it, there it was your lovely LA home.

“Sorry I didn’t know… I don’t remember coming here.” He clears his throat, “I’m sorry. I’ll go.” He starts the car again but you rest your hand on his, the one that’s on the wheel.

“It’s late Eddie, why don’t you come inside.” You speak softly. He looks at you for confirmation. You nod slowly, “come inside.”

He nods, turns off the car, then opens the door. He follows you into your house, a place he had not been in for a long time. “Um, I’m really sorry for showing up unannounced. I just needed to drive around and ended up here. Thanks for taking the time for me. I know we didn’t leave off on the right foot and I just want to say—”

“Stop talking. I don’t want to hear it right now. I don’t need an excuse as to why you acted the way you did. It’s over and it’s done. I’m done, Eddie.” You let out a breath, “There are some blankets and pillows in the closet, you can sleep on the couch.”

You turn away and walk back to your room. Eddie sighs before going to the closet to get his stuff situated. He makes the couch into a makeshift bed and lays in the silence and basks in the darkness. His face felt hot with embarrassment. He covers his face with the pillow, he wishes he could suffocate himself with it.

Why can’t I just say that I love you?

Eddie doesn’t get much sleep as he stares up in the silence and basks in the darkness. The silence is broken when Eddie hears your door open and a flood of light comes from the direction of your room. Your shadow grows in the light until he sees your figure. “Eddie? Are you still awake?”

He sits up, “Yeah *ahem* Yes, is something wrong?”

You walk over and sit next to him, “You’ve been apologizing all night and I can’t sleep thinking you’re in here beating yourself up about it.”

“If you’re here to apologize then you can stop right there. Nothing is your fault. I was a dick to you, I hurt you, and I let other people hurt you. And I regret so many things but most importantly I regret not protecting you.” He holds your face.

You grab his face in return and pull him in for a kiss. Eddie pulls you closer not wanting to let go as you continue. Your tongues melt and fold together as you exchange saliva. You moan as you push yourself into his lap. Eddie’s hands move over your back and down under your thighs. He groans into the kiss. It feels so good to kiss you again. He doesn’t want this to end.

He pulls you into his lap and begins to kiss your neck. You tangle your hands into his hair and moan as he licks down your chest. He lifts up your shirt but then stops himself, “Is this okay?” He asks.

You nod rapidly, “Yes please, keep going.” He obeys and lifts the shirt higher, kissing the underside of your breast before grabbing it and sucking on your nipple gently. You throw your head back and grind against him, “Yes Eddie~”

Eddie lays you down on the couch and moves further down to your pants pulling them down as he kisses your sensitive skin. You arch back allowing him to pull them off then goes to kiss further down one of your thighs before kissing back up to your pussy. He licks a strip up the lips before spreading them open and licking circles around the clit. You moan out at the sensation before grinding on his face as he continues to suck your clit.

He missed the sight of your pleasure. The way you would writhe and wriggle underneath him. He missed holding you, watching you cum. He wanted to see it again.

I found you

Your naked bodies exchange energy as you breathe each other's air. You don't let go of each other. Even in the darkness, you see the glint of white in his eyes as he stares back into yours. He gently presses his hand against your cheek. He stutters his hips and grabs at the nape of your neck. He wants to say something so bad. He feels it in the back of his throat. You moan out and arch your back. He thrusts one final time and you both cum together.

“Baby,” He whispers, “I…”

I found the door

“What is it?” You whisper as you catch your breath “Is something wrong?”

He looks up at you, “I love you.”

But when I stepped through

There was no floor

You stop your movements and look down at him, “What?”

He stares up at you, “I- I love you.”

“Are you fucking serious right now? Why would you say that?” You push him away, “Why would you say that right now?!”

“But we’re… I thought… what are we doing?”

“What I thought we were doing was tying up loose ends. One last fuck before we go our separate ways. I thought that's what you wanted since you showed up here unannounced. You are unbelievable.” You get up and start to put your clothes back on.

“I thought you were giving me another chance.”

“Another chance?! No, you see, you missed that chance when after a year of torment you did nothing.” You snap at him, “Did you think you were gonna apologize, we were gonna fuck, I was going to forgive you and it was going to be all sunshine and rainbows?! Get over yourself, Eddie.”

Eddie stares at you blankly, his heart squeezed and his cheeks were burning.

“You know what, I’m going back to my room. You better be gone by morning. I can’t look at you right now.” You stomp away and slam the door behind you.

Eddie wipes his face and begins to get dressed. You were right to tell him how stupid he was for coming here. For saying what he said. He felt humiliated.

He walks out of your house in shame and feels himself start to freak out again. He was gasping for air. His eyes start to water and his fists clench the wheel. He takes a deep breath then starts the car. He realized now, the opportunity for you was too far gone. He wanted you but he could never have you now.

I want you.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x black!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #rockstar!eddie x reader #rockstar!eddie x popstar!reader

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dawnquixotesworld · 7 months

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Ava Max in Black n White

#spotify #ava max #pop music #hollywood #celebrities #singer #popstar #aesthetic dark #black tumblr #aesthetic

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blorbobird · 19 days

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One shot fic | Jegulus (hint of Jily + Jegulily?). Regulus is on tour for his second album. He’s got everything he’s wanted … or so he’s thought? Paranoia fucks with a person.

There was chunky, glittery silver eye shadow smudged on Regulus' lids. Dark, kohl liner placed intricately in his waterline. He blamed both for the tears in his eyes.

"Fuck," He cleared his throat. "Yeah, no. I'm fine." He forces out of his throat. His voice raspy and hoarse, he'd blame that on the singing. Forcing a smile he looks into his reflection.

Lifeless green eyes staring back at himself. Looking as if all the color has drained from the world, even though everyone runs about him in a mess of rainbow chaos confetti.

A cigarette is passed to him and he takes it gingerly between his knuckles. Snapping himself out of his trance.

"You look like you got the shit fucked out of you," Barty says casually in such polite phrasing. Fingers free from any blunts. Passing a drumming stick between his fingers in a mindless, constant rotation.

"Depends," Regulus winces. Looking to his friend for guidance towards opinion. Inhaling a shaky break. "In a good way or in a bad way?" Exhaling a cloud of smoke through his nose.

A smirk carves up the drummer's features in such a wicked, humored way. "A good way because you're so damn good looking," Reaching a hand forward and reassuringly messing up the Black boy's dark curls. "You could make anything look devilishly handsome."

"Almost ready?" A new voice chimes in. Barty's hand snapping away at the tone of it. "Two minutes for-." Evan sing songs as he skips over to the trio. His smile fading just as quickly as he appeared as he takes in Regulus persona. "What the bloody hell happened to you?"

"He's fine," Barty says quickly.

"I'm fine." Regulus says. Smile and all.

It's a lie, they all know it. Evan begins to search the singer's eyes for a story to tell but they say nothing. Not a single detail. Not a single scrap. The blonde male doesn't have one ounce of an idea to what made him such a torn apart tragedy in just a break's time. But it's Barty's eyes who give it away. Barty's eyes who say it all.

A quick flicker, a if-you-blinked-you-missed-it glance, towards the opposite side of the closed curtains. Before he looks back. Quickly clocking his mistake and giving a warning glance to the guitarist.

Evan's eyes follow the movement and it clicks into place. Not all, but most. James Potter, Regulus' boyfriend and heart throb actor, and his ex girlfriend Lily Evans. They all knew her, they all loved her, they all trusted her. She had a personal invite and all to this, the Madison Square Garden performance.

A personal invite their dear hearted singer was just now beginning to regret.

They stood so close to each-other. So, so close yet not touching. His hands were in his pockets, hers were on her hips. Whispering to each-other so intently a joke no one understands but them. It made Regulus' insecurities grow. Manifest themselves worser into existence. Dark and cruel.

If Regulus cut himself open he was half sure his blood would be green. Envy itself. Spilling onto the floor.

The entire first half of the show Regulus dance and twirled and screamed and sang. Every eye on him. Beside the pair of eyes he wanted most. The ones he always had on him, with love and adoration. Finishing the first set he was lowered beneath the stage but this time ... his boyfriend was there waiting.

A quick water break and costume change later he left his private bus to see it. Them. Drinking coffees on their way back. Their hips so close they should've practically been holding hands.

Paranoia. Paranoia. Regulus had to stop. It was all in his brain.

Lily and James hadn't seen each-other in person for months. Simply old friends reconnecting on lost time. It was all in his head. It was all in-

A brush of red. It all became a blur.

The next moment James saw Regulus he stopped talking to Lily he ran over, and picked him up. Bringing him close. James smelled of flowers, perfume, and not the artists cologne or his very own. The moments replaying in Regulus' head.

The pull away moment from the hug. The brief second. Half there, hardly. The small smudge of red lipstick on James' white shirt collar, just near his open throat. Eyes securing onto it before just the slightest movement of him rearranged it unknowingly into concealed perfection.

Had he hallucinated it? James didn't look freshly kissed. But his skin was flushed ... perhaps it was the alcohol.

Regulus stared at Lily than, for clues, for anything. But she only smiled back. Thanked him. Perfectly confused.

Did he? Did she? Did they? Or was he-

Panic had sunk deep into his bones. Regulus quickly dismissed himself for stage. A passing of 'enjoy the rest of the show!' before he stood brainless in front of the makeup crew. Them, stamping on shadow and powder. Putting a microphone in his hand as the fans roared on outside.

Eight minutes, the longest break in the show for Regulus, has turn into the worst eight minutes of his life. He felt like he was gonna vomit glitter. Spew his guts all over the stage but all it would be was plastic jewels and purple star confetti.

What time was it-

"Oh," Evan frowns. "You don't look to well-"

"Rosier, it's your turn to enter in—" Their manager, Mr. Riddle, suddenly enters the scene. Shooing Evan away to the right. "Then Regulus I want you- how'd you get fucked in five minutes?" He stops as he looks at the pale performer. "Or at you sick? I can't tell."

"It's intentional." Barty informs. Giving a 'cut it own' movement across the throat when Reggie isn't looking his way.

"I got glitter in my eye." Regulus repeats like its lyrics. Like it's words he knows so well, "I'm so fine."

But it falls on deaf ears.

"Perfect! You're up. Barty to the left-" The crowd nearly drowns him out because Evan finally got on cue. The drummer follows. Regulus stands alone.

Feeling the beat of the count down drumming in his ears.

A final glance to Lily and James is all it takes.

He's moving towards them, away from his entrance.

"Oh!" James tears his eyes away from Lily, finally. Finally! Yes, stop looking at her- "It's time already." He's lost track of time again. He's lost track of Regulus. He's not his center clock anymore. "Love, you look-" Words fall short as he takes in his boyfriend's appearance.

"Go find your seat," The pop star smiles out so perfectly, such a chipper tone. He's so good at faking smiles. "I'll find you after," A solid nod. Forty seconds. He's unphased.

James goes in for a kiss, Regulus turns his head last minute. A brush of warm lips awkwardly meeting cold skin.

He pulls away. Confusion etched in his eyes but Regulus smiles, and he smiles some more. 'Go on,' he seems to say without saying anything at all.

'I'll look into that after,' James thinks. Trying not to be concerned. Maybe Regulus was ... no best not to think of such dark things now. No time. He'll figure it out later. After. Now there was a show.

"Come 'n, Lils." James nods, walking away from the stage towards his seat. Twenty five seconds.

The ginger girl follows. Giving two thumbs up of encouragement towards Reggie but his smile drops at her from the action.

He's staring at her red lips. That damn, stupid lipstick. Whatever the shade was, was ruining his mental health.

He doesn't even think to do it. Infact, he doesn't think at all.

Grabbing her chin with his ringed hand he pulls her towards him. Wanting a stain of his own. His mouth on hers, her mouth on his. Perhaps just to test how easily it wipes away. Perhaps just to send a message.

Once, twice. They kiss.

Lily nearly reciprocates it but Regulus is too quick, too chaotic. Removing his touch from her all together. Quick and sudden. Walking away with seven seconds to spare.

Anger pumping through his veins. White knuckling the microphone.

James Potters stands at his seat front row. Wondering why his boyfriend has a smudge of lipstick on his lips in the enlarged motion-following video on the right of his stage. Features so clear he could practically see his pores.

He wonders why Lily won't meet his eyes. What happened? It couldn't? They were alone for two seconds? Why would Reggie-

"I have a new song," Regulus says into his microphone as he adjusts his ear piece. The audience goes wild and in return he smiles. A cheeky, people pleasing bastard. "That's never been played in public,"

He's walking on the stage as he talks. Green Doc Martens, a white tank top with a bedazzled "Fuck You" on the center of his chest, acid wash jeans to match, and a shiny reflective jacket that makes him look slightly more mirrorball than human. It's a simple outfit. But he looks hot, he looks so fucking hot.

Barty's in a leather jacket, Evan wears a denim one. They both wear an equally startled expression.

"My label hasn't let me officially release it yet but," He holds up a finger. More fans scream. An exclusive song performance. This never happens. Regulus always does what he's told! It must be a marketing tactic. "I think today's the day! Hm?"

He begins to sing.

And James Potter’s entire worlds shatters at the drop of his lips.

#regulus black #james x regulus #barty crouch jr #olivia rodrigo #sabrina carpenter #lily evans #jegulily #the marauders #modern au #Popstar!Regulus

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