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samantha-rae-velcher · 10 months

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The club

Reggie Kray x Fem reader

Requested by: anon

Warnings: Angst, swearing, smut, fluff, use of a weapon, threats of death, Reggie because Why tf not.

A/n: 18+ NSFW if you don't like the warnings please don't read!

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Y/n sat there on her couch thinking about the last few months, Reggie and her had gotten married 6 and a half months ago and here she is feel lost and unappreciated. He barely comes home, and when he does he goes straight to bed. Sometimes he doesn't even say "I love you."

Y/n was done with being ignored. She was done with Ronnie talking down to her like she was nothing, this had to stop and it had to stop now. She grabbed her coat, making sure she had her two daggers. Y/n marched out of the apartment, down the street, and halfway across town to the club. It was empty all except for, Reg, Ron, Teddy, and a few other men she didn't recognize.

"Reg." Y/n said from across the room.

"Be with you in a minute, love."

"Reggie, please. We need to talk."

"Yeah, well I'm in a meeting." The tone in his voice was some what aggressive, she couldn't tell if it was directed at her or not.

Y/n didn't care at this point, she trudged up to them. Pushing past the hurd of men, surprising Reg with her boldness.

"Nah, right now. You've been ignoring me for weeks, if not months. You stay out late doing god knows what, your brother always looks at me like he wants me to die. Strange men show up at the house, I'm constantly being watched by the police, and when you do finally speak to me it's "I'm in a meeting."

"Jesus, Reg. You gonna let her talk to you like that?" One of the men asked. "I think you should take her home and put this sluts mouth to good use."

Before Reg could do or say anything, Y/n grabbed the man by the back of the neck, and bashed his head off the bar. He stumbled back and went to take out his gun, but she kicked him in his stomach causing him to collide with a bar stool and fall on his ass.

She pulled him up by this tie, holding her dagger to his neck.

"What did you just call me?" She growled.

The man grit his teeth when Y/n pressed the blade harder against his neck, drawing blood.

"You dumb American bitch."

Reg watched as Y/n pressed her dagger into the man's side, his cries filled the club and probably reached the ears of nearby cops. The man laid on the floor whimpering as he attempted to stand.

"You ever call me that again and I'll kill you in the most painful way possible, are we clear?"

This new side of Y/n had the front of Reggie's pants tighten, his heart raced as he watched Y/n's eyes fallow the man while he ran out of the club.

"That's the kind of people you spend your time with?" She asked. "Him over me?"

"Y/n I-."

"You what? You promise to be better? You promise that things will change? You promise you promise you promise? Well guess what! I promise you this Reginald Kray, I promise you that when you get home, I won't be there."

She slid her wedding ring off her finger and set it down on the bar, swiftly leaving the club.

Reg picked up the ring, he felt like he had been stabbed in the heart. He loves Y/n with everything he is, he never wanted to hurt her.

"Well, sometime it just ain't ment to be." Ron's voice came from behind him.

"Shut the fuck up Ron."

Reg turned, putting the ring in his pocket. He bolted out of the club, looking up and down the street for any sign of Y/n.

When he entered their apartment, she was in their bedroom packing a suitcase. He entered and closed it as she turned back to the dresser.

"You're not going anywhere, luv." He whispered.

Y/n snatched a blouse out of a drawer, walked back over to her case, pushed his hand away and set it inside. Reg watched as she locked it and left the room, she set it by the door and went to grab her gun off the table next to the couch, but he swiped it up first.

"I said you're not going anywhere."

"Try and fuckin stop me, Reg."

With that, he dropped the gun onto the couch, made his way over to her and took her arm in his grasp. Reg pulled Y/n back to the bedroom and pushed her onto the bed, she sat back as he removed his shirt and tie. Reginald pulled her over, crashing his lips to hers. Y/n tried to pull away but his hand came up to the back of her neck, keeping her in place.

"You're not leaving me, Y/n." He growled. "I won't let you."

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"Do you think he's gonna hurt her?" Teddy asked, checking his watch for the 8th time since Reg left.

Ron looked over at him and shook his head.

"My brother? No. He loves that girl too much."

Ted checked his watch again and began tapping his foot.

"Now I know you care about the girl, just stop tapping your fuckin foot." Ron said, pointing his cigar at him.

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"So fuckin beautiful." Reg moaned as he rutted into Y/n, holding her arms down against bed.

"R-Reg please...I'm gonna cum."

He smirked and slowly brought his fingers down against her clit, rubbing tight circles, making her legs tremble and her head fall back against the pillows.

"I-ahh..." She cried out.

"Good girl, that's it cum for me."

Reg picked up his pace, his thrusts angled perfectly so he hit her G-spot each time. His hand wrapped around her neck and gently squeezed, making Y/n close her eyes.

"You like that, huh?" He asked. "You like it when your gangster uses you?"

Reg pressed his head into the pillow, with one last thrust he coated her walls. He rolled over and pulled Y/n into his side, both out of breath, they snuggled together enjoying each others warmth.

"I don't know if I can get Ron to apologize, but I most certainly try." He whispered.

"Ron is Ron, if he hates my guts...let him. He can be a stuck up crazy man all he wants."

"He cares for you."

"Bullshit."

THE END ❤️

I hope you enjoyed

Reblogs are welcome 🤗

#fyp #foryou #fanfic #foryoupage #x reader #smut #requested #reginald kray #tom hardy smut #tom hardy fanfiction #reggie kray #reggie kray x reader #reggie kray x fem reader #reg Kray #tom hardy x reader

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insanitysilver · 2 years

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#i had to turn reversi off for this and it almost blinded me #ao3 #ao3 tutorial #archive of our own #fanfic #fanfiction #posting this mostly bc i tend to forget about it myself on the reg #and microscopic fandoms won't get much use out of it so ymmv #ao3 tips

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small-sinclair · 10 months

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Simp time

Imagine coming up to Vincent and taking his hands, brushing his hair away from his mask, and standing on your toes just to see his lone eye better.

Imagine driving late with Lester and sleeping in the car. So he turns the radio down low and makes sure to miss pot holes.

Imagine cupping Bo’s cheeks, saying, “Let me love you.” And he does because he just needs a hug right now, and he actually allows himself to relax.

Imagine taking off Brahms’s mask to clean the blood off and whispering praises to him, kissing his burns, tell him he’s beautiful.

Imagine Reggie let you play with his curls while laying in bed, you two talking in the moment, and him leaning down to kiss you.

Imagine Jason Vanhause (that’s how you spell his last name, right?) guiding you to the best spot to look at the stars in the camp, and you just start naming them and he’s just happy you’re there.

Imagine going up to a young Michel Myers without his mask on and you just litter his face with kisses and sweet words, him blushing like a mad man.

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multistanninglifestyle · 1 year

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"And I don't want the world to see me

'Cause I don't think that they'd understand

When everything's made to be broken

I just want you to know who I am"

-The Goo Goo Dolls

#Reggie and Regulus<3 #I was emotional when I made this #reg is trans and it’s the only hc i care about #no it’s not but shush #fuck jkr #hp fandom says trans rights #the long hair is awful but my patience ran out #trans!regulus #marauders fanfiction #marauders #my art #regulus black #jegulus #marauders fanart

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billi-mausi · 4 days

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Slow Dancing

“Hi,” James says, hugging Regulus.

“Hi” Regulus replies hiding his smile in James shoulder, after a while the two break apart, as James immediately starts peppering Regulus face with kisses,

“You Regulus black”

Kiss on the left cheek

“Are the most”

Kiss on the right cheek

“Angelic”

Kiss On the tip of his nose

“Heavenly”

Kiss on his right eye

“Exquisite”

Kiss on his left eye

“Gorgeous”

Kiss on his forehead

“Beautiful”

Kiss on the corner of his ips

“Lovely”

Kiss on his lips

“-Person I have ever met. You have no idea how much I love you in this kurta, like think you killed me 2-3 times just now,when you smiled at me.”

Still in James arms, Regulus gives another laugh , “there! you killed me again, jesus reg at least give me time to respawn, love.”

Regulus chuckles again and quickly looks over James shoulder to see that his parents aren't there as he gives James’ eyes, mouth, and cheek a kiss too, marvelling at the boy in front of him “Well it is a mutually assured destruction, let me tell you Mr Potter, because you in a red kurta might have killed a couple of times too.”

“Oooh! What a deadly couple we make, Mr. Black” James gives Regulus one last kiss as the two enter the dining room with a smile on lips and hands interlocked.

#james potter #marauders #regulus black #marauders era #sirius black #remus lupin #jegulus #james x regulus #jegulus fanfiction #harry potter #james #james potter fic #reg

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breadcat-xx · 4 months

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Sometimes Regulus thinks he’s losing his mind. He can’t believe he’s getting used to these situations. He belatedly realises he might even be encouraging James’ behaviour.

His hand is pressed against Potter’s lips. He refuses to look him in the eyes. Instead, his gaze follows Filch and Mrs. Norris as they take their time searching the dungeons for any troublemakers.

Luckily for James, Regulus knows the dungeons extremely well. He knows he too had been out past curfew, but he had lost a bet to Barty. James just did it because he liked getting himself into difficult situations.

“You owe me, Potter.” Regulus hisses, finally dropping his hand and glancing up. James’ pupils are dilated, and now that he’s no longer covering his mouth, Regulus can feel his hot breath ghost over his face. Maybe he should’ve known better than to pull him into a narrow nook.

“Anything.”

James sounds breathless, and Regulus’ heart stutters dangerously in his chest. He swallows thickly. Before the twat can open his mouth again and say more nonsensical things, Regulus slips away from him.

“Don’t say things you don’t mean.” He mutters, starting to head into the opposite direction to avoid running into Filch.

“I would never.” James calls before Regulus is too far away to hear him.

A shiver runs down his spine. Deep down, he knows this about James. It’s driving him mad.

#just reg going through his daily gay panic #jegulus microfic #jegulus #regulus black #james potter #marauders #marauders era #harry potter fanfiction

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sommerregenjuniluft · 4 months

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@jegulus-microfic dec 15 (only 8 days late lol) - game - 1.8k words - cw: heavy making out, sweat licking lol (they're animals)

pt3 of the charmed mistletoe thingy <3 (part 1, part 2 exclusively on ao3)

this is Not proofread *summersaults away*

After those first two times it seems to evolve into a bit of a game for James.

It’s late in the afternoon as Regulus is walking back to the dorms from Runes by himself.

Barty had disappeared as soon as young, mellow-minded Babbling had opened her mouth to announce the end of today’s lesson to do whatever it is he does in his freetime away from his friends—write essays for Seven Years in exchange for Firewhisky, plot the downfall of the Ministry, probably.

Meanwhile Pandora and Evan should just be done with their last period too right now—Care of Magical Creatures over by the Greenhouses this semester. Something about Kettleburn having them tend to the Niffler eggs. Regulus doesn’t even want to know.

Coming out of the Middle Tower, instead of taking a left and heading straight for the way leading to the dungeons, he keeps walking into the Middle Courtyard.

He already sees a free window alcove he can settle himself down in to wait for his friends to arrive when he rounds the old stone archway and collides with someone.

Regulus grunts and there’s only a moment of irritation before it’s washed away by the next ghust of air carrying citrus, spice and an obscene amount of broom polish, wood, leather and sweat.

“Oh, you’re fucking ki—”

“Oops,” James says, where he’s got his arms wrapped around Regulus, sounding not very sorry at all.

“You–” Regulus rears back, as far as the magic sticking his feet to the ground allows him to, and pulls back to hit James in the chest—which doesn’t do a lot at the moment, sadly, given James’ Quidditch padding under the uniform, “foul, loathsome, evil little—”

“Now, now,” James chuckles. His brown skin is tinted scarlet on the cheeks and nose from the cold and exertion of practice and still gleaming with drying sweat.

Regulus does not think about licking him. “I despise you.”

“Sure,” James nods, tone sarcastically affirmative, moving in, “Pucker up, baby. I gotta hit the showers and then subject myself to the horrors of writing two feet of an at least Exceeds Expectations worthy essay for Sluggy.”

Regulus gives him a practised sneer, “You must’ve been hit in practice one too many times if you think you will get a kiss from me like this.”

James’ lips twitch, “And why’s that, love?”

“You reek,” Regulus scolds. Lies.

Like a liar.

A dirty, rotten liar, who lies.

James shrugs one shoulder, “And your breath still smells like lunch.”

Regulus’ heart stops beating. He’s pretty sure if you’re watching closely enough you were just able to see his soul leave his body for a second, warp outside, make his edges blurry. Regulus might be sick.

“What?”

“Great, now that we’ve both said something untrue, why don’t we move ommpf–”

“Fuck you,” Regulus spits, shaking his hand where his knuckles are starting to throb from the repeated hitting.

“Y’know,” James stops rubbing his side and promptly reels Regulus in by his wrist. “With the way your eyes are blitzing this is kind of getting me going.”

With the close proximity it’s a little harder to think clearly now. Regulus feels his brows knit deeper, feels his body unclench when one of James’ palms finds the small of his back.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“Wanna find out how much?” James rasps, licking his lips. His eyes are lidded, dark lashes long behind his wire framed glasses. His hair is even more of an atrocity than usual thanks to the helmet he wore, standing in all kinds of directions or plastered to his skull and forehead in some places.

It’s annoyingly similar to the way James had looked after Regulus had unthinkingly tousled it their previous time under a mistletoe.

As if James knows the turn his thoughts have taken he squeezes slightly at Regulus’ hand, murmuring, “Remember last time? How good it felt? Because I do.”

James’ eyes are boring so hard into Regulus he feels like being lit on fire from the inside.

“And I know you did, love–Don’t even try to deny it.”

Regulus still slowly shakes his head, even as his fingers curl in the harness straps of James’ chest padding.

“Come get another taste, Regs.” James nudges their noses together, “I’m all yours.”

Those three words do something a little unhinged to Regulus.

It makes him want to take a bite out of James. Get a taste of the consistency of him between his teeth and then feel him slide down his oesophagus in a gooey, wet pile. Dig claws in, break the skin and make him bleed. Mark him up.

It’s truly wondrous that Regulus is able to get anything out other than a feral, hungry snarl.

He doesn’t know what ethereal might overcomes him when he mutters, with the steadfastness of a shaky leaf in a tornado, “Only the cheek.”

A dark brow rises over the rim of James’ glasses, “Only the cheek, huh?”

Regulus manages a nod, a shaky breath leaving him on the exhale.

“Fine then,” James whispers, leaning in.

He does it just like the first time.

His thumb on the underside of Regulus’ chin, other fingers splayed over his jawbone and guiding him to the side. Warm breath, then even warmer lips pressing right forth.

Not shy at all. Going right after what he wants.

Lips lifting and there’s only a single second of immobility before there’s a second kiss. And a third.

Steadily moving lower, growing a little bolder, more open mouthed. Less of that barely there stubble, more of the slick satiny inside of James’ mouth.

And with the skin to skin contact Regulus has apparently been completely abandoned by this higher force because his traitorous body leans into the delicious treatment. Head tilting to the side accommodatingly, lids fluttering and own lips parting around a quiet groan.

The hinge of Regulus’ jaw is being explored, a small detour to nip at his earlobe and then James sets his lips down over the patch of skin behind and latches on.

Regulus makes a sound he didn’t know he was capable of, clutching harder at James.

Who responds with a rough hum of his own, pulling them closer together with his strong arm around Regulus’ waist.

“James,” Regulus breathes, one hand coming up to his neck. “James.”

The older boy makes a noise to show either his attention or his displeasure at being disrupted, Regulus isn’t really sure.

And then James lays his tongue out flat and licks a stripe up the side of Regulus’ throat.

The absolute animal. Disgusting, heinous, damning, irritatingly sexy, stupid man.

Somebody call the Ministry and tell them Santa is real because it must be a miracle that Regulus doesn’t pass out from that on the fucking spot.

He does however let yet another moan slip he cannot help and then tries tugging James back. “Ok, ok, James. That– that’s enough.”

This seems not to fit into James’ aka Mister Eager and Enthusiastuc’s agenda going off of the pained noise he lets out against Regulus’ throat.

That is until Regulus speaks again.

Because he’s reached some kind of epiphany or maybe a deja vu of sorts because the second James’ tongue had made contact with Regulus’ skin all he could think was, “My turn.”

James stills against him, draws back, wide eyed and hazy looking with his stupid big baby cow brown eyes and Regulus doesn’t let himself think about it but instead moves right in.

Doesn’t really bother with niceties as he immediately presses his lips to the edge of James’ jaw. The stubble prickles slightly and James makes a wheezing noise, head rolling to the side.

Regulus’ lips lift into a smile, chest burning and an excited shiver whacking through him at James’ reaction.

He smells spicy and musky and salty so Regulus mimics the path down.

Until he can’t help himself anymore and open his mouth to finally taste.

It’s glorious, sweat and citrus and James, the boy over him moaning at an indecent volume.

James curses, sounding breathless, “Regs.”

Regulus responds by sucking at the patch of skin again,

“Fuck, please– Yes, so good.” James babbles, “You’re so good, so sweet. So good to me.”

Then there’s fingers driving through the short curls at the back of Regulus’ head and he pants against James before leaning in and letting himself use his teeth.

Just graze but James makes another one of those obscene noises, half moan half curse and then the fingers in his hair are clenching.

Keeping Regulus in place for James to chase his mouth again. Fed up, seemingly, with having to stay still. Or too overwhelmed, Regulus doesn’t care because James is pressing their lips together again and it’s heaven.

Regulus hears the angels sing, the bells jingle. Christmas magic.

He lets out a satisfied noise, arching closer and then, because James is rude and always ruins it, he moves back.

“Wait, wai–” cuts off when Regulus steals another kiss, grip iron on James’ neck, “Reg, love.”

Regulus lifts down from the balls of his feet with an incredulous noise, raising his brows impatiently at James.

This one’s eyes flit all over his face for a moment and Regulus instantly becomes hyper aware of the way his cheeks feel warm and his lips swollen.

“Come to Hogsmeade with me on Saturday,” James mutters.

“No,” Regulus answers reflexively. And moves in to get another kiss.

Which James breaks again.

Regulus huffs. He’s starting to get irritated.

James takes his chin between thumb and forefinger. “Go on a date with me,” he starts, a tone in his voice before he licks into Regulus mouth again. For just a moment before he adds, “Or you’ll have to wait for another mistletoe to catch us to kiss me.”

And– hold on a second.

“Pardon?” Regulus inquires, trying to blink the haze out of his head.

James gives another quick kiss to Regulus’ slack mouth, smiling faintly, “You heard me.”

“You actually think you can blackmail me this way?”

“Christmas season is only for another few days, love,” James counters. “The mistletoes will be gone before you can say Chinese Chomping Cabbage.”

Regulus bites the inside of his cheek for a moment.

“What if I say yes?”

There’s a flash of teeth with James’ lips curling up at the corner and then he’s moving in again, tilting back Regulus’ head.

Regulus gasps into the kiss, with the way James is brushing their still spit slick lips together.

James hums when Regulus fingers find their way onto the front of James’ practice long sleeve. It’s low and rumbly, and Regulus feels it where their chests are pressed together, prompting him to make a high pitched noise of his own.

James draws it out this time with a few more slower sweet kisses, leaving Regulus all jittery.

“This has happened for the third time now,” James says conspiratorially, toying with a curl at Regulus’ ear.

“So?” Regulus huffs.

James hums, “You know what they say, Regs.”

Regulus shudders, making James lips lift.

“Once is happenstance, twice is barely a coincidence and trice is fa—”

Regulus is already rounding the corner, fleeing, as his ears gleam crimson.

“You can't run from it, Reg! Tis the season of love!” James calls after him, cackling. “See you Saturday morning!”

#FATE #LET UR MAN SPEAK HIS TRUTH REG #jegulus #christmas fic #christmas fluff #jegulus fanfiction #jegulus fic #regulus black #james potter #starchaser #sunseeker #jegulus microfic #james potter x regulus black #regulus black x james potter #lune’s tiny fic

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nettedtangible · 8 months

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Writing characters' POVs like

Sirius: Show don't tell

Remus: Tell don't show

James: Show AND tell

Regulus: Don't show, don't tell, and just pray the vibes carry it across

#Reg is such a little shit to write oml #Like babe I know u have emotions but theyre buried so deep even ur inner monologue cant access them #and also doesnt let any of them come through his actions #so youre just there like hmmm #marauders #harry potter marauders #remus lupin #sirius black #james potter #regulus black #mwpp #wolfstar #marauders fanfiction #jegulus #jeggy #starchaser #sunseeker #ao3 memes #ao3 fanfic

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bythehearts · 2 years

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plot bunny of the day…

Jegulus breaks up after Reg gets the mark, but ends up having sex one time that James is at Hogwarts for Order stuff at the end of Regulus’ last year at Hogwarts, which leaves Reg pregnant (yes, Reg is trans in this). Regulus then proceeds to tell absolutely no one about this kid, not sure even Barty or Pandora and just tells everyone he has to go to Paris for some potion training for a year (which he actually does) and disappears from public life for a year.

When he comes back, he buys an apartment for himself and his son (let’s call him Leo, I’ll come up with something better later) where no one is ever allowed except for Kreacher and Leo’s tutors. Now, this kid isn’t secluded from public life, he has a very normal life actually, just he’s never seen in public with Regulus. Why? Well, initially it was just because he didn’t want his family to know about how the kid came to be, but he also wasn’t willing to abandon the last gift James ever gave to him, as he’ll later refer to his son.

Then, however, the fact that our Regulus is still planning Voldemort’s downfall with Pandora also came into the picture, so he’s afraid that if they get discovered little Leo might be in danger. After that the story goes pretty much as we know it, except Reg doesn’t die in the cave since he tells Pandora that he’s going because this time he’s not taking chances, he has to go back to Leo. He also doesn’t leave a note for obvious reasons.

However, he knows that he’s still very much in danger of one day never coming home to Leo, so as soon as Leo turns 5-years-old he gives him a letter and a jar of chocolates that he’ll refill periodically, then he tells him to eat one and only one (he charms the jar) every day and that if the chocolates ever run out he has to take the letter and find James Potter.

A few days after Leo Black’s 8th birthday, the chocolates run out, and an 8-year-old shows up on James’ doorstep with a letter from a long lost lover that goes:

James, my dear angel,

if you’re reading this, I’m probably dead or worse. I will never be able to thank you for everything you have given me, and I’m so incredibly sorry to have to place this on you, but I have one last miracle to ask you…

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prongsfish · 2 months

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@jegulus-microfic / mar 2 / pool / 1,283 words - tiny nsfw warning, they're just horny idiots but they don't do shit lmao

James was trying really hard to be cool about it. Really, really hard.

He was not doing so well.

It was the first summer break since Regulus had started university, reunited with Sirius, and, eventually, started dating James. He was thrilled, full of so much love he could barely handle it, and if he could, he’d spend every second surrounded by all their friends. This meant, of course, that he had been making summer plans 3 months in advance. He wouldn’t spend a single day alone if it were up to him.

They were a week in, and Regulus had stayed with his friends that whole week. He’d been in a dorm with Barty and Evan the past year, but the moment they’d found a decent house to rent off campus, they’d done it. They had the money, so why not? The first week of break was dedicated to moving in and James and Sirius had offered to help, but Regulus insisted they’d only distract him. Today was the first day he was seeing Regulus again, so of course he’d made big plans to celebrate.

This meant that he found himself running around in his ridiculously large backyard, surrounded by everyone he could think to invite to a day in the pool. Sirius had already dragged Remus into the water, where Peter had quickly followed, but James still had a few things to finish before he’d let himself fully relax. Marlene had nearly knocked him over running as he walked out with a jug of lemonade and a stack of glasses balanced precariously in his arms, quickly followed by Mary chasing after her, both girls holding water guns. Thankfully, he managed to keep everything safe in his grasp. After placing it gingerly down on the table, he’d looked up, seen Evan and Barty engaged in what seemed to be some sort of pool noodle battle, and immediately turned away. If it was anyone else he might’ve joined them, but knowing those two, it’d start out a degree too violent and end quite a few degrees too sexual. He wasn’t gonna get involved.

That was all fine, though. Just being surrounded by all his friends, all so joyful and free, made him feel like he was floating.

No, what he couldn’t deal with, what he could not be cool about, was turning away from Evan and Barty to see Regulus stretched across a sun lounge, his pale, bare skin glimmering in the sunlight, looking up at James with an expression that made his whole body tingle. His hair was pushed back by sunglasses on his forehead, and he was wearing only dark green swim shorts that ended halfway down his thighs. The worst part, though, was the piece of watermelon in his hand. He took a slow bite out of it, red juice spilling from his lips to drip down his chin. His gaze alternated between the piece of fruit and James with heavy eyelids, not making any movement to wipe his chin.

James thought he might die.

He’d missed Regulus all week- His friends were long past sick of hearing him wax poetic about him, along with his own despair and loneliness- but he’d been excited more than anything just to see him, talk to him, hold his hand.

Regulus was making it incredibly difficult to stick to thoughts as pure as those ones.

He simply stood, frozen, next to the lemonade. His face was blank and he stared as Regulus continued to eat, each bite leaving more juice dripping down his face and hand. James had picked a really, really good watermelon, and there it was, biting him in the ass. Regulus took his time eating, savouring every second of it, running his tongue along the edges whenever the juice began to pool. James could feel the heat across his cheeks and only hoped that it wasn’t as blatantly obvious to the eye as it felt, burning up his face.

He hadn’t even spoken to Regulus properly, too busy setting up, and his friends had been quick to drag him outside and away from James. They’d only exchanged quick greetings, yet he already wanted nothing but to throw him over his shoulder and carry him upstairs to his bedroom. He was supposed to be hosting a party, for fuck’s sake, and Regulus knew exactly what he was doing. He wasn’t trying to fool anyone, eyes hazy with lust staring up and down James’ body, reminding him that he was also only wearing shorts. He knew how much his athlete’s build and happy trail affected his boyfriend, and it made him glad to know he wasn’t the only one struggling to keep his composure in that moment. He felt a little less ashamed that he was moments away from hard knowing that he wasn’t alone in it.

He was still pretty ashamed, though.

It couldn’t have been more than a couple of minutes, but it felt like hours had passed when Regulus finally finished the slice of watermelon, sucking gently on the rind before placing it down. He pulled his hand back up and, where juice had dripped down between his pointer and thumb fingers, he ran his tongue along it. He closed his eyes as he did it, then smiled slightly with a hum, and that right there was James’ breaking point. He went from standing frozen by the table to leaning over Regulus at the side of the sun lounge before he could even open his eyes again, but when he did, the corner of his mouth twitched just barely before he adjusted his expression to one of false obliviousness.

“Hey, baby. You alright?”

James squinted at him. “You’re fucking evil.”

Regulus simply blinked, perfectly innocent and clueless. “What are you talking about, Jamie?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” James sputtered, even more than he would’ve before the rare nickname was used, “You, you-”

Regulus smiled up at him, genuine and pure. That bastard. James couldn’t form any words, so after a moment or two of stuttering, he gave up, dropped his knees on the edge of the lounge, and pulled Regulus into a deep kiss. He surged into it, grabbing James’ shoulders and kissing him back with a fire that matched the one building inside of James. He could taste the watermelon inside of Regulus’ mouth, even more so when he slipped his tongue out from inside his mouth to swipe it over his chin, finally cleaning it of the sticky juice. He groaned lowly at the sweet taste of it, and Regulus pushed even further into the kiss, both of them seeking more, more, more-

They were interrupted when a bright purple torpedo hit James in the side of his head, and he broke away from Regulus, cursing and rubbing the spot of impact.

“Stop devouring my little brother, you freak!” Sirius shouted while laughter came from all around them. Regulus stuck his middle finger off at his brother, who simply cackled from where he floated in the pool on a doughnut, and James sighed, forcing Regulus to shimmy over so he could lay on his side next to him.

“Evil.” He repeated, and this time, Regulus’ smile was a lot less innocent.

“It didn’t seem like you minded that much, really.”

“No, I didn’t.” He admitted, grinning as he buried his head into his boyfriend’s neck, who only laughed.

“Missed you.” He said after a minute of silence. It was muffled, and Regulus let his hands move from around his back to up in the back of his hair, running mindlessly through his curls as he kissed the top of his head.

“Missed you too, baby.”

#verryyyy ironic writing this while celebrating summer ending #i like summer in concept but i hate the heat sue me #anyways <3 i support the reg calling james baby agenda!#microfish tag #marauders #fanfiction #jegulus #regulus black #james potter #jegulus microfic #marauders fanfiction

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onehundredflamingos · 7 months

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@jegulus-microfic

23 / wash / 421 words

“James!” Regulus called from inside the front door. He didn’t know if he should laugh at the absurdity of what James was doing, or be embarrassed that all of their neighbors were probably watching. “James, what are you doing?”

“Huh?” James called back over the loud music. “I thought you wanted me to wash the car!”

Regulus stepped outside, not wanting to keep shouting over the stereo.

“Yeah but why are you —,” Regulus pinched the bridge of his nose, exasperated. “James, you’re not wearing any clothes.”

James looked down at himself before looking back up to meet Regulus’ eyes. “Yes, I am, this is a swimsuit!”

“For who? A six year-old?”

“Aw, Reg, you don’t like my Speedo?” He ran his hand along the front, brushing soap suds everywhere, a pout on his perfect lips.

Regulus shook his head, biting back a smile. “No, I don’t,” he lied.

“What about… when I do this?” James asked, grabbing the sponge out of the soap bucket and leaning over the hood of the car. He reached as far forward as he could, standing on his tiptoes and stretching out to wash the window.

Regulus sat down on the front steps, staring at James’ ass the entire time. He decided he may as well sit and enjoy the show, if James was so intent on putting one on. “You look like you’re in a music video!”

James immediately began shaking his ass in time to the music, and Regulus let out a startled laugh as he looked across the street to see if any of their neighbors were busy peeking their heads out their windows.

James beamed, knowing that he got Regulus to laugh — the way he always lit up when Regulus was happy — and climbed up onto the car, this time leaning back, rubbing the sponge down his chest and stomach, covering his entire body in suds. He writhed on the car, singing along to whatever song was on, Regulus sitting back to watch for as long as he could manage.

“Let’s go,” Regulus said suddenly, putting his hand out for James to take. James looked perplexed for just a split second before registering the heat in Regulus’ gaze. He clasped his hand in Regulus’ and allowed himself to be pulled down off the car.

“You want me to wash you next, babe?” James asked with a smirk, tossing the sponge back into the bucket.

Regulus led James back into the house and straight to the tub.

“Something like that.”

#james WOULD wash a car in a Speedo #I stand by that #and Reg would be embarrassed #up until he was rightfully turned on #jegulus #james x regulus #jegulus microfic #marauders era #starchaser #marauders fanfiction #soft jegulus

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lulublack90 · 5 days

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Prompt 22 - Evoke

@jegulus-microfic April 22, Word count 966

Last one guys!

Previous part First part

For the second time that week, James woke wrapped around Regulus. The TV was still switched on. Matthew Broderick’s young face smirked back at them. James reached for the remote to turn it off.

Regulus stirred. He nuzzled his face into James’s chest. James gently ran his fingers through the other man’s hair.

“Morning, love,” He murmured into the quiet room.

“Hmmmm,” Regulus groaned as he slowly woke.

It was their last day together. Tomorrow morning, they would be leaving and returning to their homes. James didn’t want to think about tomorrow. He wanted to make today count. Regulus’s ankle was almost better, but still got sore if he exerted himself too much.

“So what have you two got planned for today?” Sirius asked as they crowded around the sofa with their breakfasts. “More canoodling?” He snickered.

“Oh, with what I’ve got planned, almost definitely.” James winked at Regulus and watched him screw up his face as he pretended not to enjoy James’s attention. Sirius’s face replicated Regulus’s expression, and Remus clapped him on the back, doing nothing to hide the laughter in his voice.

“You did ask, Sirius,” Sirius grumbled something under his breath but cheered up when Remus ruffled his hair and pecked a kiss on his cheek.

Soon, Sirius and Remus disappeared together, leaving James and Regulus to themselves.

“So, do you have something planned, or did you just say that to shut my brother up?” Regulus asked, trying not to look too interested.

“Can’t it be both?” James answered, wiggling his eyebrows wildly. Regulus huffed out a laugh.

“Alright, spill it. What are we doing today, then?” James reached into his pocket and tugged out a slightly rumpled leaflet.

“Did you know that the hotel has a selection of private hot tubs you can rent?”

“No, I did not,” Regulus leaned closer.

“We’ll they do, and I’ve rented one for us for this afternoon. So we can watch the sunset together.” James had thought it was a perfect idea, but Regulus’s silence made him second guess himself.

“And what if I didn’t bring my swimming things?” Regulus broke his silence.

“Oh—er—erm.” James stammered. He hadn’t thought about that. He always brought his swimming things just in case when he went on holiday. “Well, it is completely enclosed, so it’s up to you. We could go into town and get you something, or you could just wear your undies…”

Regulus moved so his mouth was whispering against James’s ear. James had to concentrate on breathing evenly so that he didn’t pass out.

“There’s another choice, you know.” James gulped at Regulus’s sultry tone. “I don’t have to wear anything.” James’s mind went white. Everything became static, and it took him a minute to recover.

By the time he could think again, Regulus was back on the sofa licking chocolate from his fingers left over from his pain au chocolat. “What about this morning? There are a lot of hours between sunset and now.” Regulus finally took pity on him when his mouth opened and closed a few times, and nothing came out. “ Shall we go have a wander through the shops, get some lunch and then come back and watch a group of kids try and find pirate treasure?” James shook his head.

“Sounds perfect.”

The shops were a lot more interesting than James had thought they’d be. There were the usual tourist traps full of crapy overpriced souvenirs. But tucked away at the back of an alley was a little reading cafe. Regulus yanked James into it and refused to leave until it was nearly time for them to get back.

“Reg? Just so you know, we’ve been here six hours.” Regulus’s head snapped up.

“What?! How?!” He looked shocked and spotted the multiple tea cups on the table. “Oops, sorry. Got carried away.”

“Absolutely no problem at all, love. I enjoyed watching you enjoy yourself as much as you enjoyed reading. Did you find any you wanted?” James asked indulgently. Regulus looked at the small pile beside him, but before he could narrow it down, James scooped them all up and went to the till to pay. He carried them dutifully up to Regulus’s room, refusing Regulus’s offer to pay for them but accepting his thanks before they headed back outside.

They settled back into the warm, bubbly water just as the first pink rays began to cross the sky. James leaned his head back on the side and let the water relax his body. He let out a contented sigh as he closed his eyes.

“James?” Regulus said quietly.

“Yeah, love?” James replied, keeping his eyes closed.

“Will we see each other again? You know, after we leave tomorrow.” James cracked an eye and stared at Regulus.

“You just try and keep me away.” He growled playfully.

“You promise?”

“I promise.” He vowed and let his eye droop closed again.

He felt the water shift as Regulus moved but wasn’t prepared for what happened next. Regulus hopped into his lap and grasped either side of his face with his pale hands. James’s eyes flew open as he stared into those quicksilver eyes. Regulus hesitated for a second before he closed the gap between them and pressed his lips to James’s.

James wrapped his hands around Regulus’s waist and pulled him closer as he deepened their kiss.

They lost themselves in each other, missing the sunset entirely.

They moved away from each other when the stars lit the sky, and Regulus began to complain about pruning. James held Regulus’s hand as they made their way back into the hotel and up to Regulus’s room. James looked back fondly at the hot tub, knowing that every time he saw one now, it would evoke memories of their first perfect kiss.

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small-sinclair · 11 months

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do you think you could write married life headcannons with Lester and Reggie (separate)?

💚💚💚My husbands🩵🩵🩵

Lester Sinclair

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

He is the best man you’ll ever love. Always hugging you, loving you, kissing you, holding you— you’ll be smothered by love.

Your ring is made from bones… lol, no, Lester would never— he actually works up enough money and buys your a simple silver ring with your and his birth stones in shape of a heart.

But if you want bone jewelry, he’ll gladly make you something.

Lester comes home every day with something new. It could be flowers, a cool rock, dinner (a fresh kill good enough to cook), bones… the list goes on.

If you don’t want to cook road kill, he’s okay with it. He’s happy with whatever you’d like :3

Kills spiders for you.

Whenever you argue, he tries not to yell. I feel like he doesn’t yell or doesn’t like to yell. He cries when someone screams at him… so, communication is his strong suit.

Leaves you sticky notes of love or just simple ones.

He’ll have you two live in a cabin he and his brothers built, and it’s a nice log cabin with a lion legs bathtub, kitchen with a dishwasher, and a staircase leading you to y’all’s room.

The first thing he does when he comes home is take a shower before loving you. Bonus if you take a shower/bath with him.

He’ll take you on his rounds if you want, and he’ll let you be a passenger prince/princess/royalty.

Breakfast in bed every Friday morning.

Thursday Nights: Date Nights. He’ll clean up nice and take you to town for dinner, a walk around the little shops, and a movie if there’s anything good. If you don’t go out, he’ll cook you a good southern meal, take you outside for a walk with Jonesy, and end the night with a movie or just go straight to the bedroom for cuddles (maybe more ;) ).

Lester also does surprise dates! He’ll call up and say, “Sweet pea, I jus’ finished ‘n be there in twenty. Dress righ’. ‘M takin’ ya out.”

He does worry that he’s not enough for you, thinking that you might leave him if he does something wrong, but you always show you love him when he feels that low.

Bonus: If you’re pregnant, he’ll be nervous. He doesn’t want to end up like his father. But then he’ll melt when you show him the pictures of the alter sound.

Reggie Morgan

My beautiful Aussie would love you with ever fiber of his being.

I imagine he’ll take you far away from his brother. He doesn’t want his brother to try and hurt you.

Actually… he’ll make sure you never meet his family.

Your ring was his grandmother’s, and he was able to grab it from James before running away with you.

Hand holding in public to show off your ring and that you’re married to him.

He still delivers and drives, though, but he comes home, kissing your cheek, and a smile on his lips.

You two have one of the best gardens, too! He loves planting with you and taking care of the plants.

Reg loves taking you to the weekend markets and fairs. Fairytale Land is another place you two go (I think that’s the name) and this was where he proposed to you by the wishing well.

He can’t cook, but he can bake! He’ll make you muffins and cookies when you’re sad or had a bad time at work.

Slow dances with you in the kitchen at night in the dim light to the old country music on the radio.

Much like Lester, he leaves behind sticker notes with love letters or just a simple note.

If he knows you have a bad day, he’ll do his best to make you smile. Flowers, making dinner, asking your to talk… Reg will do anything to make you smile.

Breakfast in bed every Tuesday.

When arguing, he’ll storm off and be by himself for a while, but he’ll always come back with Mr. Frooty box and a sandwich for you. He’ll apologize and tell you that he didn’t mean it.

Like Lester, Thursdays are Date Nights. It’s pretty similar, too.

He’ll call you with a surprise, saying, “Heya, love. I just finished me- rounds. I saws tis amazin’ pizza stand. I reckon we try it. Dress righ’. I’ll be home in two ticks.” You can always hear his smile when he talks on the phone, too.

Yes, you two get a dog and name him Indy (it’s kinda cute because of Jonesy). It’s a German shorthair; they’re good hunting dogs.

Also kills spiders for you because it’s Australia. They got fucking spiders.

He’s still a bit shy around you and nervous, but Reg warms up to you with smiles and hand holdings. He really loves it when you cuddle close to him at night. He loves you so much it hurts sometimes. You’re the best thing to happen to him.

Bounce: If you’re pregnant, he’ll try to be the best father he could be. He never had a father going up, but he’ll make sure your kid doesn’t feel less love than he has.

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