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my-castles-crumbling · 6 hours

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Oh 😈 - A Jegulus Microfic

Based on a post by @lexithwrites - explicit, minors dni

He was in heaven. Or the closest he'd ever come to it.

"Yes, baby. Just like that," he murmured, feeling Regulus grind against him from above.

"Fuck, Jamie. You feel so good," Regulus groaned, again sinking on James's cock, making him moan and buck up into him again.

Regulus looked sinful. His hair was wild and wrecked, sweat was dripping down his lean chest. He bit his lip and pinched his eyebrows together has he moved, and held eye contact with James like it was his job, making James feel even more pinned by the beautiful man on top of him. It was erotic, giving up so much control, allowing Regulus to take him, physically and mentally, and make him feel so incredibly good.

He lived for it.

Regulus's thighs flexed and moved underneath James's hands as he rode his cock hard, his movements slow but deep, driving the two of them together so completely that James was sure neither was going to last long.

But then suddenly Regulus slipped. It was a combination of Regulus not having a secure hold on anything and James moving up against the delicious feeling of being so deep inside the other man, and all of a sudden, Regulus fell forward and his hand closed around James's throat.

James wasn't sure what made him do it. But he did it without thinking. He gasped, choked Regulus's name out like a prayer, the feeling of Regulus's fingers around him making him feel so controlled and so free all at the same time that his hips bucked and his back arched clean off the bed, almost unseating the smaller man as James's eyes rolled back and he came so hard he saw stars.

"Baby," he whimpered, tears streaming from his eyes as he writhed through the pleasure, Regulus quick enough to start moving on him as he finished, coming not long after with the help of his own fist.

But as they both opened their eyes and stared at each other, the shock of what had happened clear on both of their features, Regulus broke into a grin. "Oh," he murmured, a devilish grin spreading across his face. "Choking. That could be fun."

James grinned sheepishly, too fucked out to really care.

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hedgehog-troops · 11 days

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year - @jegulus-microfic - april 17th

"C'mon Regulus!" James yelled after him, as Regulus –once again– stood up to leave.

James rushed to stand up and follow him, nearly stumbling over his feet in his eagerness. "Just one date, I promise." he said, earnestly, like he actually meant it.

He probably did too.

The problem was not that Regulus didn't want to go on a date with James, or that he didn't like James.

He did.

He really did. But he liked being chased and desired more.

He sped up his pace, purposefully leaving James behind him until he found an empty corridor.

Turning across the corner into the corridor, he waited, and sure enough, there came James.

The moment his eyes landed on Regulus, he saw James' eyes light up and soften at the same time, as the same smile that always found its way on his face when Regulus was near, materialised.

"It's the year of love, Reg, everyone's getting together. Please." James begged, nearly pouting.

Regulus repeated exactly what he's been repeating for the past 8 months.

"No, Potter"

Though this time, Regulus felt something shift, as though somethinh changed.

He watched as the small smile vanished and was replaced by something more melancholy. Still a smile, but tinged with sadness around the edges.

"I won't ask again, Regulus. Just– please, just one" James said, practically whispering, staring into Regulus' eyes with big, round, sad, brown eyes.

Regulus immediately felt panic shoot through him. No.

No no no.

Regulus wanted to go one a date with James, he just.

He's been having a hard time vocalizing his feelings since... well, ever since he came out of the womb, basically.

Taking his prolonged silence for a 'no', James issued a small nod in his direction and turned, shoulders slumped.

Before he could leave, Regulus caught James' wrist in his hand, stopping him.

"I won't ever step foot into Madam Puddifut's" he said, with an air of indifference though inside he could feel his heart thundering.

James turned towards him and– ah. There it was.

A smile so bright, it would blind you of your worries and such light radiating from the eyes.

It's the same light he fell in love with.

Oh.

Fuck.

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ellorypurebloodculture · 22 days

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Summary: Some days, he’s Lord Regulus, third in line to inherit the Lordship of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black. On those days, he’s male. And some days, she’s Lady Regina and female. Either way, Heir James Potter loves them.

#ellory writes #jegulus #james potter/regulus black #james potter/female regulus black

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alexander-arcturus-black-lupin · 22 days

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You know that song by Hozier "Too sweet" the one that broke billboards

If not Youtube, Spotify

Let's add it to the mauraders's universe.

James Potter and Lily are dating.

In fact, they are almost getting married like they're Gryffindor's mom and dad. But James? He's like he's feeling things. Lily is an amazing person. She loves him and he loves him. Except, she's too sweet for him. He likes his bitter. Reggie is in view aswell. [this was recorded with a voice note.]

You know you're bright as the morning

"You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. Lils, I love you believe me I do." Lily smiles as she shuffles in the facing booth.

"Then what are you saying." She tilts her head. "What's this random 'beautiful girl thing for', hmm?"

"As soft as the rain, your touch is like a cloud." her eyes crinkle as she tries to understand what he's saying.

"James...?"

"Pretty as a vine, twisting around my neck, not enough to kill but enough to scare." Lily smile slowly falters. What is he saying? Is this a prank with Sirius and Remus?

"As sweet as a grape; if you can sit in a barrel, maybe I'll wait

Until that day." She leans forward.

'Until that day what?" In the faint background she hears the door open she watched as his eyes slip from her to behind her. She slowly turns. Only new person to the cafe was...Regulus. She whips her head around to see James starstruck look.

But he's still talking like a broken record.

"I'd rather take my whiskey neat." the he let it all out. "My coffee black in my bed at three. You're too sweet for me" his eyes finally meet hers.

"You're kidding...'You're too sweet for me' sweet? What on earth are you saying James. Are you...are you in love with Regulus. " Lily's eyes are wide and her hands are planted on the table ready to stand.

But James is too mentally unstable to answer.

"I take my whiskey neat. My coffee black in my bed at three. You're too sweet for me. You're too sweet for me."

"Hello Lily." Regulus said politely. He glanced over at James, tilting his head slightly. "Is he alright."

"Ask him yourself and see if you get a straight answer or a poetic slap. You haven't done anything Regulus but I don't want to see you're face for a while." with that she left the cafe.

Regulus watched her apparate and turned his attention to James.

"What did you do, James?"

"Hello, Love, just having a small meltdown after breaking up with the most wonderful girl in the world." he sighed wondering what cam over him. He tilts his head and makes eye contact with Regulus.

Ah that's why.

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hihimissamericanbi · 5 months

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...Cat and Mouse| Rating: E Pairing: James Potter/Regulus Black Word Count: 5,505 nsfw snippet under the cut

“Sound so good for me baby, hm?” James murmurs into Regulus’ ear, and all it does is make Regulus keen even louder. “Fuck—yeah—Regulus—fucking—come—come on my cock—” James pants between thrusts. “You said you’d paint me white? Said you’d clean me up like a good fucking boy and let me have a taste? Huh? Then fucking do it, do it, come on baby, come on—”

Keep reading

#jegulus smut #jegulus fic #jegulus #hp fanfic #marauders smut #marauders fan fic #james potter #regulus black #james potter/regulus black #dirty talk #fanfiction #my writing #fic: cat and mouse #fic: the roommate #it's a trap #sequel fic

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amillionandonefandoms · 8 months

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Hey- I’m absolutely not upset about this, but….

Where did the uptick come from? +2, +55, +2, and 4 new ones? Why is the marauders era suddenly popular again? Did I miss something?

#dead gay wizards #marauders #marauders era #harry potter #sirius black/remus lupin #james potter/regulus black #lily evans/ james potter #Marlene McKinnon/ Dorcas meadows #Barty crouch jr/ Evan rosier #regulus black & Sirius black #Mary Macdonald/ Lily evans #wolf star #starchaser #jily #rosekiller

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tracingpatternswrites · 4 months

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I wrote a little something set in the Wilder than Mountain Thyme universe where James and Regulus host their first Christmas in Edinburgh after their wedding.

Some Christmas fluff, some family chaos and our very favourite baby Leo (who is not so much a baby anymore).

Title: A Very Merry Christmas Pairing: James Potter/Regulus Black Rating: E WC: 5,774 Summary: James and Regulus host their first Christmas in Edinburgh.

This fic is set in the same universe as my fic Wilder than Mountain Thyme and even though you don't have to read that first, the background and setting will make more sense if you do. That story, however, is a Wolfstar get together (with background Jegulus) so if you're just here for the Jegulus, then that's fine too.

If you haven't read WTMT you probably need to know: - James and Regulus are married and live together with Regulus' seven-year-old son Leo - James and Lily are divorced but still good friends, doing their best to do what's best for Harry - Leo's mother (Astrid Nott) is no longer alive

Teaser below the cut.

“IT’S CHRISTMAS!!!!”

The shout woke James with a jerk, and his heart did a dangerous stutter in his chest about the same time as a warm body landed half on him, and half on the person pressed up against him.

“Oof,” he heard Regulus grunt, and James echoed the sentiment as a sharp elbow dug into his chest.

“WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP IT’S CHRISTMAS WAKE UP!”

“Salazar,” Regulus groaned but James couldn’t help but laugh, and he reached out towards the bedside table to grope around for his glasses.

He shoved them onto his nose, blinking at the boy who was bouncing excitedly on top of them.

“It’s CHRISTMAS!”

“It sure is, sprog,” James agreed as he pushed himself up into sitting, looking down at Regulus who was still seemingly trying to decide if he could get away with pretending to be asleep.

“What time is it?” he grunted eventually, opening one eye to look up at James.

“CHRISTMAS TIME!” Leo shouted. “Daddy, it’s Christmas !”

“It’s just gone six,” James offered, pressing his lips together so that he wouldn’t laugh out loud at Regulus’ pitiful groan. “I’ll get up, you go back to sleep, love.”

“But it’s Christmas ,” Leo said again, wide eyes looking between the two of them as if he was worried he hadn’t managed to get his message across.

“I know, kiddo,” James said with a laugh. “Let’s go downstairs and let Daddy sleep for a while longer, alright?”

“Fine,” Leo huffed as he climbed off the bed.

James leaned over to brush some curls out of Regulus’ face, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

“Try and get another couple of hours in,” he mumbled softly, feeling a little jolt as Regulus smiled lazily up at him, grey eyes still hazy with sleep and James had a sudden urge to burrow back underneath the warmth of the duvet and curl up against him.

“Da, hurry !” Leo whined, and James’ heart did a little flutter as he pulled away.

It was a recent thing that Leo had started calling him that. James had never pushed him in that direction, he’d just been grateful that Leo seemed to accept him as a part of his and Regulus’ life at all.

“Okay, okay, I’m coming,” he said instead, pushing the duvet out of the way as he got up.

Continue on AO3.

#wtmt #wilder than mountain thyme #jegulus #james potter #regulus black #james potter/regulus black #christmas fluff #christmas fic #my writing

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my-castles-crumbling · 7 hours

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An eligible husband.. (a Jegulus and Rosekiller Microfic)

For @imheredisappointingmyparents TW: deadnaming

He knew it was stupid to laugh. He was asking for trouble, really. But it was too perfect. He couldn't help it.

"Evan?" he asked, looking at his mother.

"Yes, Regina. You must marry an eligible pureblood and carry on our line," Walburga explained, her expression steely.

Regulus looked back at Evan's picture and tried not to burst. "You want me to marry Evan," he stated, just to be sure.

"Yes, Regina. We're in talks with his family."

"Right. I...right. I have to go, Mother. The Hogwarts Express arrives soon," Regulus said with a roll of his eyes. In his head he knew that he was more likely to marry the Giant Squid than Evan, but it wasn't worth arguing with his mother now.

When Evan joined Regulus and his other friends in their normal compartment, Regulus knew right away that he wasn't the only one who had received the exciting news. It was all over Evan's face.

So he decided to...share the news.

"Evan and I are engaged," He volunteered casually as Evan sat down next to Barty, who immediately yelped and started coughing.

"What? You're-" Barty asked, his face aghast.

But Regulus just grinned, enjoying the entertainment. "Yes, nobody's told you? We've been set up. We're going to be married after Hogwarts."

Immediately, Evan started calming Barty, rolling his eyes and saying he was not going to marry Regulus.

"But Evan! We would be such a good couple," Regulus deadpanned, fighting back a smirk.

"Just wait until your boyfriend finds out!" Evan retorted loudly. "He's even more territorial than Barty!"

Regulus paled, thinking about James's reaction. He didn't quite fancy holding him back from beating up his mother. "I want a divorce," he grumbled to Evan.

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hedgehog-troops · 1 month

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i suck at drawing but i drew james a while back

the sketch looked better i promise and also idk how to draw hair or faces.

cw? hes looking at his (top surgery) scars in the mirror

you drew stars, around my scars - a james post

#james potter #jegulus #regulus black #marauders fandom #marauders #james fleamont potter #trans james potter #desi james potter #james potter/regulus black #james potter x regulus black #james x regulus #aiden draws

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bunny175 · 1 year

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Liquid Courage

A/N: anyone ask for ANOTHER angsty but super sweet Jegulus short? No? Well have one anyways :) no smut, sorry to disappoint :( In my mind the characters are 17/18 in this fic. This is not to be interpreted as underage,

Summary: Just an anxty but also very fluffy ending fic about how a seemingly innocent game of spin the bottle leads to tears and revelations between our two faves (Jegulus). See notes in link for TWs.

This is part 1 of a series of angsty marauders spin the bottle fics!

Link to ao3 work (please leave a comment/kudos if you enjoyed! <333 )

James isn't sure when Regulus stopped looking at him as though he'd torn the stars from the sky and made the go world dark.

He's sure its recent, somewhere in between when Regulus and Sirius showed up at his house; soaking wet and beaten bloody, and those soft summer nights which followed; playing cards and stargazing to the tune of Sirius and Remus' gentle flirting.

He thinks maybe it was a gradual process. That Regulus' gaze began to soften that first night, when James dragged them both inside and smothered them with family, and warmth, and home; all in some sort of childish attempt to fix whatever mess Walburger had tried to drown them in.

He thinks maybe it began when he took Regulus' feet; torn soled and bare, and held them between his hands to warm them, unable to let go until his father gentled him out of the way and healed them himself.

Or maybe it was That Night. The night where the third summer storm of that week hit and Regulus crawled into his bed and let their fingers brush beneath the sheets.

Either way, James doesn't know quite when Regulus started to drop his guard. To smile in that soft, sweet way that James knows is reserved only for him. To let the slightest dusting of pink colour the space between his freckles. To let James invade his personal space, if only to give into the temptation to lean his head against the older boy's shoulder.

He doesn't quite know when it started, but he certainly knows when it stopped.

1 hour earlier

It had been Dorcas' idea; teeth gleaming in a flirtatious grin as she eyed up Marlene.

They'd all been more than a little tipsy, gathered in the Gryffindor common room for their first get together of the new school year.

Its not that difficult to get everyone to agree.

Its just them. Well, the 8 marauders + three stray slytherins. Honestly, James isn't sure he wants to know how Barty and Evan made their way into the tower, but having Regulus there, after all these years, makes something warm blossom in his chest.

Somehow, James is sure that everyone present has at least one person they're desperate to snog. Be it Remus and Sirius, Mary and Lily, hell, anyone would have to be blind to miss the way Barty and Evan were dancing around eachother; eager to explore something new whilst desperately keeping their distance.

And James? James is looking at Regulus.

Even now, as he takes in Regulus' sock clad toes across the circle, James feels something protective bubble in his stomach. Its all he can remember. That confused, niave question of why on earth Regulus was barefoot in the rain echoing around his head. Regulus whose expression was completely blank. Regulus, whose bare feet curled against the jagged concrete of their walkway; leaving speckles of blood in their wake.

Regulus is laughing, now, leaning into Barty's space, so soft and sweet in one of Remus' old jumpers; nuzzling against the mischievious boy in a way James knows he only does with those closest to him.

James can't control the strange, jealous, pang that sits heavy in his chest.

He ignores it as best as he can, of course. Partly because for the first time ever, Regulus seems completely relaxed; basking in the warmth of the gryffindor tower, surrounded by his friends and family.

"So, who's going?"

It's Lily who moves first, a mischivious smirk on her lips as she takes in her options.

She takes her time, long, elegant fingers wrapping around the bottle as she gets just the right angle. James wouldn't be surprised if she was calculating some sort of muggle equation to get exactly who she wanted, genius that she is.

There was a time where he would've given anything for the bottle to land on him. But somehow, somewhere in the last three months, that desire had completely evapourated.

They all watch, drunken and giggling as she makes her spin. It rotates once, twice, three times before landing somewhere in between Peter and Mary.

"Huh." She says, pausing for a second as she stares at the bottle before looking up at them. "Guess you'll both just have to share. "

James chokes on his drink.

From there on things just seem to get messier.

Sirius is first to pounce on the bottle, spinning it recklessly before cackling as it lands on Dorcas. The latter of which grins like a cat, then crawls across the circle so that she can straddle Sirius, laughing as he lets his eyes wander over her curves. Their kiss is messy and wet, more a jokey performance than anything, but James doesn't miss the way Remus' knuckles have turned white where they hold his bottle.

It continues from there, with Marlene kissing Barty; something sweet and patronising that lets him know he never had a chance. Followed by Evan getting Peter, who grins and pecks the younger boy thoughtlessly on the lips; laughing as he watches Barty sidle up to the blond boy afterwards, a small frown pulling at his eyebrows.

When Remus spins, only to land on Lily, Sirius positively squawks, demanding a replay as he preaches about bad spinning technique and unfair games.

Remus only rolls his eyes, leaning over to kiss Lily. It leaving her slightly breathless when he pulls away.

Sirius scowls for the next three spins.

When the bottle finally reaches James, he's worked himself up into some sort of panic.

He's been calculating how things are going, his drunken mind convincing him that based on some sort of balance of probilities, there's no chance that he's going to get to kiss Regulus tonight.

So why is he so nervous?

He leans forwards to grab the bottle, purposely not looking up as he lets it spin.

It's like watching it move in slow motion, each full circle seeming to take a life time to complete, but then suddenly, so suddenly that James feels like he's gotten whiplash, it stops.

It stops.

On Regulus.

"No. Absolutely not. That's incestuous-"

"Sirius, you can't just protest to every single bottle spin. It defeats the purpose of the game-"

"I can and I will. James, don't you dare-"

But it's too late.

Already, James is leaning in, his hand reaching out to cup the side of Regulus' face, their eyes meeting as James checks that this is okay.

Regulus' guard seems to completely drop, the way it only seems to do when him and James are alone; the way it only does when James' gentleness has taken him by surprise.

He's looking at the older boy, wide eyed, lips parted, as though he can't fully comprehend what's happening. As though he can't quite believe his luck. Like- Like-

Their lips are touching.

It's warm. And soft. And impossibly gentle. And instantly, James knows. Knows that Regulus has been saving this for him. Knows that whatever Regulus is handing over to him right now is fragile and sweet and so, so, important.

He lets his hand move, slowly, gently, to cup Regulus' face; hands like his have hurt Regulus before and the last thing he wants is to break whatever bubble seems to have surrounded them.

Regulus make a tiny, hurt sound at the action; melting into the kiss as though it's the last thing keeping him breathing.

James grins, letting his thumb brush over Regulus' cheek; all delicate skin and fragile bone.

He feels infinate, as though he could do this forever; take Regulus apart and put him back together again and again until the sun falls out of the sky.

He feels Regulus move into the kiss, a subtle hint that he wants more.

Before James can stop himself, he's giving in; letting his tongue soothe over Regulus' lower lip, pressing forwards until he feels Regulus' lips part and a warm tongue pressing back against his own.

Suddenly, there's a wolf whistle and James yanks himself backwards, embarrassment heating his cheeks as he realises they've gone on too long.

He glances up at Reg, a shy grin already forming on his lips, only to find that Regulus is staring at him like he's been caught; eyes wide and wild like a deer in headlights.

Because it's a game.

It's a game and he's just embarrassed himself.

"Reg-" James tries, but its too late, and before he can reach out, Regulus has dissappeared out of the hole behind the portrait.

"What the fuck was that?" Sirius asks. Because he's Sirius, and apparantly completely fucking oblivious.

Even so, James flinches at the words.

He'd known that this would be a mistake. Of course he'd known. He'd known since Regulus had fallen asleep on his shoulder during one of their many summer movie nights, only to leap up in embarrassment the second he'd realised that it was James he was sleeping on. He'd known since the kid would stutter incoherently and flee the room whenever the topic of sexuality and crushes emmerged within their friendship group. He'd known since he realised that the Regulus he knew; the eager, contemplative, affectionate Regulus, that soothed his own sharp edges just in case they came into contact with James, only existed when they were alone.

And sure, he'd tried. He'd tried not to unearth everything with that kiss. Not to let the others see just how much he wanted it, how much Regulus wanted it too. Not to ruin the sweet thing they had blossoming between them.

But he was drunk. Drunk and stupid and so helplessly wanting that all he'd succeeded in doing was tearing the other apart and leaving him wide open for show in front of everyone else.

He's a fool. A fucking fool and all he wants to do is curl up and scream-

"Go. After. Him."

It takes him a second to realise its Barty that has grabbed him by the collar and is hissing instructions in his ear.

It takes him even less time to get himself up off of the floor and out of the portrait; ignoring the confusion he leaves in his wake.

Present

The thing about Regulus, is that he's always been slightly predictable when it comes to hiding places.

Sirius would always claim that it was yet another thing that held Regulus back from being the superiour brother. Loudly and frequently retelling the story that no matter how many times they'd play hide and seek, he'd always find the younger boy curled up under Sirius' bed, often just below where Sirius was counting.

In hindsight, it probably has more to do with the fact that the only place Regulus ever felt safe, when he was playing a game as childish as hide and seek in their mother's home, was beneath his big brother's bed. But it's one of Sirius' only good memories of their childhood, so James has always kept that thought to himself.

As a result, James finds him exactly where he'd expected.

Well, almost.

What James had expected was to find Regulus restless and pacing around the astronomy tower; all pent up anger and ready to strike.

He'd been prepared for insults, and viscious declarations; that the kiss had meant nothing and that James was stupid to expect anything other than a punch to the fact for the shit he'd just pulled.

What he gets instead, is exponentially worse.

Regulus- well, Regulus is curled up in the corner of the room, his face pressing into his knees as his shoulders shake with the force of his silent sobs.

James' heart drops.

"Reg?" He calls out, mindful of startling the boy as he approaches.

Regulus just curls tighter in on himself, as though if he gets small enough, James won't be able to see him.

James swallows thickly before trying again.

"Hey." He says, softly, as he slides down the wall to sit beside the boy.

"Go away." Regulus says. His voice is weak, and James fails to contain his rioting heart as he stuggles to disguise a sniffle.

"Reggie." James repeats, his voice even softer; as though his heart can't cope with anything stronger. "I'm sorry."

Regulus shakes his head, curles bouncing as his breath stutters between tears.

"Reggie, look at me a sec." James' hand is half outstretched; the desire to gather Regulus up in his arms and never let go almost to strong to resist. "Please." He adds, because Regulus has never once denied him when he begged.

Slowly, cautiously, Regulus lifts his head, his eyes red rimmed and glassy as they skate around the room before finally landing back on James.

"There you are." James whispers, unable to help himself as he reaches out, his touch feather light as he soothes a thumb across Regulus' cheekbone.

Instead of calming the boy, like James thought it would, the tears that had clouded his vision spill over.

"Reggie." James breathes, his heart cracking in his chest. "Reg. Please don't cry. I don't- I'm sorry- I thought it would be okay. I'm drunk. And stupid. And you're just- well you're you and I like you and- no, what I mean is- I didn't think it would hurt you-"

"How could it not hurt? You- James, you're not oblivious- You must- You can't just kiss me like that to play a game. Not when you- not when its clear that I-" Regulus cuts himself off, sucking in a breath as he wipes furiously at his eyes.

"What are you talking about?" James asks, his eyebrows pulling down in the middle as he stares at the younger boy. "You- That wasn't- Reg, you think I kissed you like that, for a game?"

Regulus stares at him blankly.

"God, for someone so smart you can be really fucking stupid." James laughs, and then suddenly he's pressing his lips against Regulus'; taking his time to unpick each any every insecurity as he gentles his way through Regulus' defences, deepending the kiss unil their tongues are tied and he's holding the boy against him like his life depends on it.

And this. Oh, this, is what he'd wanted. No audience, no game, nothing except the stars and the sky and the two of them.

Its Regulus who pulls away first, laughing softly as James chases his lips.

"It really wasn't just for show?" He asks, once James' eyes meet his.

"I mean, it must've been one hell of a show. Not that Sirius will have much enjoyed it." James grins, laughing when Regulus smacks his chest before sobering up. "Of course it wasn't. I've wanted to do that for months. Hell, I think I've loved you for months."

"Good." Reg mumbles, breath still hitching slightly as he moves to hide his face in the crook of James' neck, nibbling softly at the skin there. "I think I've loved you since the night you pulled me in from the rain."

"Reg, you were completely out of it."

"Hm." Regulus huffs, pulling away so that he can rest his forehead against James'. "Maybe it was just infactuation, then. Sirius had always said you were like warmth in human form. But I think that was the first time I really realised how cold I'd been."

And oh, Merlin, James is fucked.

Truly and utterly, fucked.

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ellorypurebloodculture · 24 days

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#patreon #ellory writes #james potter/regulus black #james potter/female regulus black

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soliloquy-dawn · 9 months

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sweet

Jegulus microfic - prompt: sweet (august 4th), 1049 words, @jegulus-microfic

CW: explicit, cheating, dubious morality (Reg's a little shit)

Part 4 of soul: 1, 2, 3, 5

Regulus lives for the thrill of it - the sneaking around, the blatant lies, the half truths. Or that’s what Barty’s trying to convince him of. You’re loving it, he would say, while slamming his hips down, pinning him to the bed, or any random flat surface they found themselves in the vicinity of.

“You fucking enjoy it, don’t you? God, I love that about you.”

Regulus thrashes under him, begging for mercy, acting out the part, screaming bloody murder, and Barty assails him with rippling pleasure, crude words and rough hands that methodically pull him apart.

It’s not really about Barty, Regulus knows deep down. Barty’s the catalyst that brings the worst out in him, always, without fail. Barty knows him, intimately and disturbingly, sees through his ploys and games and his superficial guise of sweetness.

James fell hopelessly in love with that sweetness. He laps it up, sucks it out of his bones like marrow. And while James gets to lick off his sugary coating, Barty gets all the ugliness, the rough, jagged edges, and the raw, brutish want. He gets to taste the bitterness and ferocity of Regulus’ twisted mind.

Barty doesn’t mind; he’s not a sweet tooth kind of guy, by his own admission. “I get the real you, you know? It’s so scrumptious, much more flavoursome,” he’d say to Regulus while still inside of him, licking sweat off his upper lip.

Regulus wonders if his sweat and come taste different, depending on whose tongue it lands on.

He loves James, he truly does. In his own peculiar way. Barty says Regulus loves being loved and that doesn’t amount to the same thing, but Barty’s a sadistic fuck who’s probably never loved anyone but his mother.

It’s pitch black outside when he gets back to the flat that night. He slips under the covers and coils his arms around James’ waist.

“Hello,” Regulus whispers into his ear, breathing in the lulling smell of home. James radiates such warmth Regulus has to fight tooth and nail to prevent his sweet duplicity from melting in its blaze. He can feel his heartbeat reverberating in his own chest, strong and unremitting, like a ringing of tower bells, always consistent and reliable, beating out a rhythm that Regulus got so accustomed to.

Regulus doesn’t know it yet, but tomorrow morning James will find out. This transient moment is the calm before the storm, before James’ world shatters to pieces, the poorly concocted illusion dissipating when he finds out that Regulus is in fact, a lying, cheating, soulless monster and not the sweet boy James so desperately wished to be in love with.

There’s still time left on the clock. Tomorrow might be the day of reckoning, but for now, Regulus jumps at the chance to ply James with sweetness one last time.

“Hi,” James stirs, twisting in his arms to look over his shoulder. He smiles, eyes still glued together with remnants of sleep. It’s late. Regulus taught James, like a dog that loves to be shown new tricks, that his nighttime trips to the gym are nothing to be concerned about.

It’s too easy. James trusts him, blindly. He'd give him the world if Regulus asked for it to be laid out at his feet. Maybe that’s what triggered his most sadistic appetites; there’s nothing sweeter than annihilating love that’s so freely given, turning your nose at it and watching it crumble into dust and ruin. There’s something delectably tragic about it.

“How was the gym?” James asks, and Regulus hums quietly, pressing his lips into the back of his neck.

“Sweaty,” he says with a smirk that James cannot see but must feel mirrored on his skin.

“You smell so good.” His voice is thick and drowsy. “Soapy.”

“I showered, used your shampoo.”

“I love when you smell like me,” James murmurs.

They remain silent after that, their breaths in sync, skin brushing on skin with every minute movement. Regulus rubs his shoulders, massages his stiff back, raking his nails over his scalp.

He smells sweet, Regulus thinks; like honey, or a buttery cake, or melted chocolate. The taste of him sits on Regulus’ tongue, taunting him to do more, to take the first bite.

He slides his thigh between James’ legs and smiles smugly when he parts them instantly, grinding back with a pleading whine.

“Are you tired?” Regulus whispers, teeth grazing the hard, protruding bone at the top of his spine. He wants to sink his teeth into it, and he has a tendency to do as he pleases, so he bites down. James yelps and goes rigid in his embrace, his thighs squeezing relentlessly, a hardness growing between them. Regulus cants his hips, pressing his hardening cock against his ass and back. It’s a preamble, a soundless request.

“I’m fine, I’m awake now,” James gasps, rocking against him. “Fuck me, please.”

“Is that what you want?” Regulus says, kissing the line of his shoulder. He knows what the answer will be. James could be swaying on his feet, on the verge of passing out, and he’d still fall on his knees and beg to be fucked if Regulus asked nicely.

“Yeah, please. I want it.”

Regulus makes quick work of stripping them bare. He opens James up, only spit coating his fingers when he buries them deep inside, coaxing broken moans from his parted lips. It’s rushed and so keen and earnest, each move punctuated with honeyed words that wring more sweetness out of James.

He comes faster than he wishes to, buried deep inside him. James writhes in his arms, his back arched and nails biting into the pillow. Regulus leaves streaks of saliva and vicious scratches across his broad back. So much to explore, swathes of skin still left unmarred, so he licks and sucks bruises into it, rubbing his lips raw. He bites into him ravenously and his mouth is full of James; he tastes so sweet, melting on his tongue like sugar.

All that sweetness turns to ash the next morning.

When James lets him back into his bed and Regulus gets an opportunity to taste him again, James’ sweetness has an undertone to it, a rotten aftertaste, which Regulus comes to recognise as a distinct flavour of a broken heart.

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