#Gay Black writer

[tuttle-did-it]

James Baldwin is one of my favourite writers of all time. His writing is so intimate. Every time I read them, I feel like I'm alone in a room with him as he's telling me this story. Or I'm watching through a window of a real situation and no one knows I'm there.

He was also brave enough to not only write about Black characters when no one really wanted him to, but also to write about Black queer characters as well-- in the 1950s.

If you haven't read Giovanni's Room, Go Tell it on the Mountain, Notes of a Native Son, and I am Not Your Negro. He has so many other incredible works, but these four in particular are probably the more famous ones.

His writing is incredibly intimate, authentic and raw-- and it can be heavy, at times, absolutely. But he makes every word worth it.

Please check him out. He's not nearly as famous as he should have been-- everyone should have read at least one of his works in school, but it was never a priority, because he was a gay Black writer.

And some time, watch some youtube interviews with him-- as with his literature, his interviews feel very intimate and incredibly authentic. Please check him out.

James Baldwin at Junior’s Bar and Lounge on 52nd Street, during rehearsals for his play “Blues for Mister Charlie” in New York City, 1964.

Photos by Bob Adelman

[thelyinggrapevine]

The Marauders & Regulus out in town, enjoying the day...

Peter: Guys, where's Regulus? I don't see him anywhere.

Sirius: Eh, he'll make his way back eventually - he's like a cat in that regard.

Remus: I got this, no worries. *Deep breath* SIRIUS BLACK IS A SHIT BROTHER!

*Silence*

Sirius: Mooney, that's not gonna work, we're barely on speaking terms right now.

Remus: I have a back-up plan; JAMES POTTER IS WEIRD AND NOBODY LIKES HIM!

Regulus, getting closer the more he yells: HOW ABOUT YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP, PIECE OF SHIT?

Sirius: See, Mooney, I told you he wouldn't answer to mine.

Regulus, suddenly there now: No, I answered to yours, I was just too far away. Also, Remus? I will hit you if you say shit like that again about either of them, joke or not. I'm the only one who can talk shit about my brother, I don't care if you guys are dating. *crosses arms over chest*

Sirius, tearing up: Reg... OW-

Regulus, trying to hide his blush: Shut the fuck up.

James, leaning on Peter: Did you hear that, Pete?? He defended me!! That has to mean something, right?? Do you think he likes me? Oh, I hope so!!

Peter, rubbing in-between his eyes: James, he was literally sitting in your lap last night and letting you play with his hair. Not even Barty's allowed to do that anymore.

James, clueless: Yeah?

Peter: I do not get paid enough for this.

[allaboutlov3]

I can’t stop thinking about the discussion James and Regulus must have had when Harry was sorted into Gryffindor. James would smirk at Regulus for a looooong time.

But oh how sweet Regulus comeback was when Harry was chosen as seeker for the quidditch team.

[silverameco]

here me out, the Black Brothers are Simps™️

artist Sirius has a sketchbook filled with drawings of Remus and every part of him

writer Regulus has a notebook filled with love poems and sad gay poetry about James

[ecstarry]

Fic: Home

When Regulus first mentioned he was moving out of Sirius and Remus’ place, his brother insisted it wasn't necessary. But today, on his last day, Sirius couldn't hide his excitement about living alone with his boyfriend. Regulus was genuinely happy for them, though what bothered him most was leaving their cozy flat behind and getting used to a new living arrangement.

Moving out meant finding a new place and a new roommate. Regulus had enough money to live solo, but the thought of loneliness irked him more than anything. Sirius knew this, which is why an hour after Regulus announced his departure, he received a text from James Potter.

[Jamie] Come live with me

Regulus smirked at his phone. James had saved his contact with that nickname, hoping Regulus would feel guilty about being mean to him. He didn’t, but that didn't mean he wasn't growing fond of James.

[Regulus] Where are your manners, Potter? Shouldn’t you at least ask me out first?

[Jamie] You’re such a princess. I have a spare room and you need a place to live.

[Regulus] So you’re my knight in shining armor coming to my rescue then?

[Jamie] I mean, I do have the looks for it.

[Jamie] Just take the offer.

[Jamie] Don’t even try to say you don’t like my flat when I know for a FACT that you do.

[Regulus] Fine. You sure?

[Jamie] Positive, princess.

AAAAH IM SO EXCITED

Read the complete work here

Snippet of the fic based on the concept that @noasmirrorball shared

[w1tch3-writes]

your such a disgusting pos forcng Lily to be a lesbian when she had A HUSBAND AND A CHILD this is why jegulus shipers are destroying this fandom with there disgusting hcs and fics James wasnt gay and Lily wasnt a lesbian stop forcing them apart for the nazi twink 🤮 stop writing this shit and die

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[ricksanchezbignaturals]

british tv be like: got the perfect show for you, it's a 20 year old absurdist comedy about an alcoholic who runs a book shop and clearly has a thing for his assistant. he treats him terribly and is the most filthy disgusting creature you've ever laid your eyes on. yes, you will want to fuck him. 6 episodes a season, 3 seasons, take it or leave it. *spits*

[roselookingatthemoon]

Trans!Regulus Au in which Sirius often sneaked out with Regulus to show him the stars (pre Regulus coming out).

On one of those nights, Sirius and R* are lying on their backs and look up at the sky filled with stars as they always do. Sirius laughs as he just found the Lupin constellation for the first time. "It's moony!" He says and grins to himself. R* has long forgotten the stars in favour of watching at his brother. Sirius started to grow out his hair. Soon it will reach shoulder length, just as R*'s hair. He doesn't understand, if R* could, he would cut his hair off without a second thought. He looks back up, his mouth opening and closing again and again, as he contemplates how to phrase his next words. How could he describe this lingering feeling deep inside of his chest, to his big brother?

"I think..." It came out broken, but it caught the attention of Sirius, as R* could see his brother's head turn in the corner of his eyes. His own eyes are focused on the stars in the sky. "I'm a boy." it bursts out of him. A secret he had carried in his shoulders for over a year now. He immediately bites down on his lip, afraid to say anything else.

Sirius is silent. R* doesn't dare to shift his eyes from the stars to glance at his brother. This isn't how people describe it. There's no invisible load taken off his shoulders. If anything, there seems to be more pressing down on him, hindering him to breath. R* can feel himself spiral. If not even Sirius excepts him, who will?

"I never told you this, but..." Sirius starts. His voice is calm, his eyes fixed on the night sky again. R* glances over at his brother. A small smile was playing on the older boy's lips. "I always loved Regulus way more than the star our parents named you after. It's the heart of the lion, just like Sirius is the heart of the dog. The lion may not be as cool and awesome as the dog-" Sirius laughs at this part, but instantly turns serious again "-but he is a very, very brave animal. Just like you, brother." Sirius turns his head again to catch R*'s eyes.

This time R* answers the stare as a grin, that mirrors the one on Sirius' face, tucks at his lips. "Regulus." He tests out the sound. The way the letters roll from his tongue. "Yeah, I like that." Regulus looks back up to the stars and when he finds the lion constellation, he feels like the Regulus star ist burning brighter than normally.

And that's how the one person who always was just like a parent to him (way more than his biological ones), gave Regulus his name.

[adharastarlight]

my favourite tag on one of my jegulus fics is "is it forbidden or is sirius just dramatic" because i feel like this just really and truly sums them up quite well

[sunfl0w3rmoon]

saturday snippet <3

ty for tagging! @velanavis @sixlane

from an upcoming fic :)

James flips it open, and there, on the title page, reads: Property of R.A.B. in Regulus’s neat scrawl. He flips through the first few pages, and notices that Regulus’s writing continues throughout the story — underlining passages, scribblings in the margins. It isn’t just Regulus’s favorite book he’s given James. It’s him. His thoughts and feelings about it. The parts he liked, the parts he hated. He’s bearing his soul to James in the margins of a book. And, oh, James loves him. Loves him so much he can’t stand it. Loves that he’s willing to share this part of him, loves that he wants James to have it. Loves that he’s still looking at him, with his eyes wide, waiting for James’s response, as if he has no idea what reaction he’ll have.  “Regulus,” James breathes, leaning towards him. “I —” He almost says it. It’s right there, just waiting. But at the last second, his tongue changes the words: “I love it.”

np tags: @poetskings @always-reading @staringathesunbabe @levelofyoureye @angel-daydreams @moutainrusing @quiethauntings and open tag for anyone else!!!

[thelyinggrapevine]

Regulus, not caring what his mother thinks anymore: hey guys

Barty: what the fuck

Regulus: what

Evan: you have glasses???

Sirius: yeah I second that, what the fuck Reg

Regulus: I've literally been in the same house as you for fifteen years, how did you not know Sirius

Remus: in all fairness, you do always say that you're in your room all the time if you can help it

Regulus: yeah I guess

Pandora: well, I think you look nice

Regulus: thank you, Dora

Barty, snatching the glasses off of Regulus' face: holy shit dude *steals James' glasses* HOW ARE YOU BLINDER THAN JAMES WHAT THE FUCK?

Sirius: WHAT

Lily, laughing her ass off: James still smacks into things with them on

Regulus: guys please

Peter, oblivious: dude, you're as blind as a bat holy crap

Barty, Remus, and Lily, who were the first to find out: Pffft—

Regulus, glaring at them: shut your fucking mouth

James: what is going on, I can't see shit

Regulus, sighing: fucking me neither, I've just been guessing from the color of their clothes

[princesslovinharmony]

Diwali being on the same day as Halloween (aka the death of James and Lily Potter) keeps reminding me of this headcanon of Desi James.

Desi James who introduced his friends to some Hindi festivities like Diwali.

James who does not have any siblings but on the last day of Diwali, just 2 days before his death he explains Raksha Badan to Sirius. And that it used to be for sisters and brothers, when one of them left the family and got married but Sirius is his brother and James is now married to Lily so they don't see each other much anymore. So in modern interpretations you can give a Rakhi to anyone in your family, anyone you consider a true brother.

So James gives Sirius a Rakhi, binds it around his wrist, telling him all of this. And Sirius does not even know how to respond, his love for this man is huge, he is the best brother he could ever ask for. So the next day, even though it is not Raksha Badan anymore, Sirius gets James a Rakhi, to show him that he sees things the same way. James is touched, he had never received one before and promises to cheerish it.

And then, the next day, Halloween. Voldemort arrives. James and Lily Potter have been betrayed. And during his last moments James looks at his Rakhi, remembering Sirius, knowing that he never would've done this.

Sirius keeps his Rakhi on, until they take it off of him in Azkaban. It is the one thing he fights most for.

Happy Diwali and Happy Halloween everyone.

[marlsswrites]

Summer camp AU, part 21!!

July 21st <3

Core - @jegulus-microfic - words: 881

First part Previous part

Arms swinging at their sides, pale skin reflecting pale skin and dark raven hair twinning as it fell from both of their heads in perfect curls. Yet one reached his shoulders and the other busy below his ears. The sounds of the wind whipping through the trees surrounded them, leaving them in an blissful silence as it felt like the wind was hissing and whispering at them.

It was early morning, Regulus had decided that he wanted to be productive and go for a walk, before he knew it his tired feet seemed to mindlessly carry him to where his brother was staying, his shaky hand knocking on the door then followed by a creak, the open door revealing Sirius, who's face bloomed with a grin as soon as he saw Regulus.

So here they are now, going for a walk and talking as brothers should, because they really need to do that more. The love between the two Blacks was almost invisible to the naked eye, but Regulus could see it, so could his brother. They both loved hard and soft, in their own ways yet still so caring.

The only other difference between them now was the younger boys scowl and the older boys wary smile as he was clearly waiting to say something that was sure to draw some sort of negative reaction from Regulus.

"Reggie?" His brother asked hesitantly as they nearly came to a stop outside Regulus' cabin, which was out of sight but still only a few doors down.

"Yes, Sirius?" A response came with a sigh. "Spit it out."

Sirius furrowed his eyebrows. "What?" He asked, his voice raising an octave.

"You clearly want to say something." He snapped, soon after realising he may have started being a bit too harsh, so his offered the best smile that he could muster - it wasn't a very wide or cheerful one, but it was there.

Sirius' face relaxed slightly, but it still held an unsettling tensity to it that urged Regulus to chew on his nails and nervously bite the skin of his glossy lips. See, he never knew what to expect from Sirius when they spoke, normally they avoided the harsh topics but that was a difficult thing to manage judging on their childhood. But there is one thing that Regulus can think happened, the one thing Sirius interrupted. He's been avoiding his brother ever since, praying he'd just forget or leave it alone, but clearly not. He still doesn't quite know what happened himself, how is he expected to explain it to Sirius?

They continued to walk, Sirius releasing what he had to say in one breath before pursing his lips and looking directly into Regulus' guilt filled eyes. "What happened at the movie night?"

"We watched movies." He replied bluntly

"You know what I mean."

"Do I?" Regulus avoided the question, as that was his only current solution, he didn't want to talk about it, not now, not ever. Especially not with Sirius out of all people.

The older flicked him on the arm, groaning and giving him an eyebrow raise to face Regulus' faux innocent face and his wide eyes as he yelped at the feeling of Sirius' nail hitting his arm with a sting. "Regulus!"

He only hummed in response, gaze sticking to the floor as they rounded the corner and made their way to Regulus' and James' shared cabin.

"I love you to the fucking core of my heart." Sirius started, Regulus scrunching his nose up at the affection but forcing himself to look up at his brother. "But you are so stubborn!"

"I'm not!"

"Fine." Sirius huffed. "Do you like him?" 

They walked through the door into the cabin, Sirius still tailing onto him like a dog following it's beloved, fast paced owner, as he kicked his shoes off and instantly sat himself - actually no, launched himself - onto Regulus' once neatly made, uncreased, bed. 

Music echoed from the bathroom, loud Arctic Monkeys songs blasted through the door as he could hear the low raspy humming of James as the water poured from the shower and hit the floor, Regulus taking in every single sound as the sound of his brothers horrific singing came into his ears.

"I'm not answering that." Regulus finally replied. 

"Regulus, do you like him-"

Seconds later, neither boys seemed to have noticed the lack of the sound of water and booming music coming from the bathroom. The door opened to let heaps of hot, sticky, steam out and James walked out.

The towel was tied sinfully low around his pointed waist, his hip bones stuck out and formed a lovely looking v shape that Regulus wanted to trace with his hands and admire it in all of its beauty. His tan skin had gotten darker during the summer, but with the water dripping from his torso it reflected the bright light that hung over Regulus' head. The smattering of hair ran under his towel made Regulus feel dizzy, the smile on his face when he saw Regulus standing there, hands on his hips and jaw lightly slack as he tried to push some words out of his mouth, made Regulus want to crumble to the wet wooden floor at his feet.

"Never mind." A cough came from the side of him as Sirius narrowed his eyes. "That answers my question." He sighed.

Next part

[ecstarry]

@jegulus-microfic / strawberry / 674 words / NSFW / @fromagony @star4daisy @bellaxisworld @godsofwoes

“Where are we going?” Regulus asked as they passed all their usual date spots. 

“Patience, love,” James replied with a wide smile, his hand squeezed Regulus’ thigh. 

When James stopped the car, Regulus was left speechless. They were standing in front of a beautiful meadow. In the middle of a field of flowers lay their favorite blankets, some pillows and a basket in the center. 

“James, I-” Regulus’ sentence was interrupted by James’ touch as he guided them towards the perfectly laid picnic. 

James sat down first, resting his back against a tree trunk, and opened his legs just enough for Regulus to fit between them. The curly-haired man happily contemplated his lover’s silent request for a moment. He looked around at the beautiful display and noticed a small box inside the basket: strawberries.

Regulus slowly got on his knees and crawled towards where the strawberries were, he placed the fruit between his lips and continued to move in all fours back to where a blushed James was still sitting. He got close enough to feel the heat emanating from James’ body, to notice a bulge forming under James’ jeans. 

He sat back on his heels between James' legs and took a generous bite of the strawberry. The pink juice dripped down the side of his lips, trailing slowly to his neck and staining his perfectly white shirt.

“This is so good Jamie,” Regulus said as he took a second bite. “Do you want a taste?”

James slightly nodded, his jeans clearly getting tighter around his crotch as he got harder with Regulus’ little show. Regulus held the strawberry between his hands as James took a big bite, allowing the same juice to make a mess of his lips. 

“I think you got the juicer bite, baby, no fair…” Regulus tossed aside the remaining strawberry and leaned closer to James’ face. With his tongue, he began tracing every part of juice on his boyfriend’s face. He started with the neck, worked his way up to his chin and very slowly kissed away every last drop around his lips. Gradually, his hands started working up James’ thighs, his touch evoking soft moans from James as his tongue worked through every sweet spot he knew James had. 

“Love-” 

James’ voice drowned as Regulus placed his lips next to James’ skin, “Let me show you how grateful I am.” The last words whispered as his hand reached for James’ zipper, a louder moan escaping his boyfriend. He played slowly with the waistband before revealing James’ hard, and already wet, cock. He lowered James’ jeans just enough to get full access to everything Regulus wanted to play with. 

“I think i’m still a bit hungry,” Regulus said as he bent his head to allow his tongue to get the first taste from the tip of James’ length. He mixed spit with the stickiness of the remains of the strawberry juice and began working his way through James’ cock as his mouth continued to play with the tip. 

“Fuck, Reg-” his plea muffled as Regulus’ hands reached lower and his throat deeper, with his back arched, he rested his cheek on James bare thigh, his tongue working its way through the sides of James’ length. He was hungry for James, for his moans, his pleasure, his praise. He allowed himself to pause for a second to look at his boyfriend’s pretty and desperate expression.  

Regulus' swollen lips were devouring James’ twitching body as he got closer to the climax. His hands were busy tracing every soft spot around James’ thighs devotedly. James’ whimpering always queued him to how close he was, Regulus looked up at James’ through his lashes, pleading him to finish on his mouth, to let Regulus taste him. A look so sinful that got James’ off the edge in an instant. 

Proudly, Regulus swallowed every last drop that James gave him and took his time cleaning with his tongue any mess left in James’ body. 

“Thank you for the picnic, baby,” Regulus said with a grin. 

more microfics here

[les-fleurrs-du-mal]

regulus black x original muggle character {enemies to lovers}

Regulus Black x original female character (muggle)

Inspired by WizardGod's 'dirty old town' on ao3 (and honestly, Pride and Prejudice)

This is an unfinished, ongoing fic! I update consistently every weekend and there are currently 29 chapters.

Read here on ao3 or wattpad (note: I have just recently posted to Wattpad and I'm slowly adding chapters. All current chapters are on ao3)

Summary:

Flora, the muggle half-sister of protective older brother Remus Lupin, is hidden away during the First Wizarding War for fear of werewolf attacks. It seems things cannot possibly get worse until Regulus Black, who has deviated from the fold of Death Eaters, also needs somewhere to hide.

Forced together by circumstance, their relationship is rocky from the start, but Flora won't be daunted by Regulus' arrogance and unpleasant airs. As they both slowly overcome their dislike of one another, mutual respect and understanding begin to grow, and their feelings start to shift from mere affection to something deeper and more profound.

"Touch me again and see what happens, you filthy muggle," he said. His voice was full of venomous, unbridled hatred, but he spoke in an even tone. It was too calm and for a moment it scared Flora.

But Flora straightened up, refusing to let herself be frightened by this boy. Because really that's all he was. Just a boy.

"Or what?" She challenged.

His surprise was obvious as she stood her ground. He blinked a few times, looking at her as he considered his next move. Flora was not very tall, or at least compared to Regulus she was not tall, as he completely towered over her; he stared fixedly at her face, enraged by the sheer audacity of this muggle girl.

"Go on," she prompted when he still didn't answer. "Or what? You don't even have a wand."

"I don't need a wand," he spat back. "I don't need it to deal with a little girl like you." He wanted to say something to terrify her, to make her back down and respect him as the superior, but he couldn't find the words. Instead, he settled for glowering at her like a shadowy spectre. This still didn't appear to have the effect he'd hoped for. Flora clearly was not afraid, or was otherwise doing a very good job of hiding it.

[fresherfriut]