#Jegulus vampire au

[myrows]

Jegulus vampire au? Yes thank you

[theicarusconstellation]

@jegulus-microfic prompt: takeout // words: 919 // mild nsfw // vampire regulus black x human james potter

He comes to the restaurant every evening.

Regulus is almost getting tired of watching from the alleyway as the man with such beautiful, beautiful blood walks into the building and comes back out with a takeout bag of Italian food in his hands. He usually stakes out by Barty’s restaurant to feed, but never before has he come across someone like the man that caught Regulus’ eye just by walking through the door.

The first day he was here, he cut his finger. Regulus doesn’t know how or why; all he knows is that the moment the man stepped outside again, the sweet smell of his blood was so strong that it almost knocked him out. There were too many people around though. He couldn’t afford to risk a taste. Now, however, it’s later than the man’s usual arrival time, so the streets are nearly empty.

He’s a pretty man, too pretty, so Regulus plans to leave him alive. Regulus knows drinking this blood will be…an experience, to say the least. Maybe he can even come back for more someday.

And then.

There he is. The man with the golden glasses and warm brown skin and nectar flowing through his veins. He gets out of his car, locks it, — smart man — and begins walking across the street without a care in the world.

Regulus makes quick work of capturing him. He darts out into the road and snatches the man’s arm, ripping him along as he pushes them both back into the alley. He has him pressed against the wall of the office building next to them in seconds, and Regulus can smell the blood beneath his flesh. He wastes no time, his hands trembling as he holds the man in place and —

“Finally decided to make a move, did you?”

Regulus’ jaw drops. His eyes, burning red with hunger, snap up to meet the other man’s. Hazel. The man’s eyes are hazel. Regulus thought they were brown from afar, but no, they’re hazel.

“I saw you watching,” the man murmurs. Strangely, he isn’t afraid. Rather, his hand comes up to press against Regulus’ cheek, his thumb brushing over Regulus’ skin with a tenderness that can only be described as curiosity. “I’ve been waiting for you to do something. Wanting you to. I was starting to think you wouldn’t. I wasn’t even going to come today. Got sick of Italian food.”

“You’re late,” Regulus snarls in response, but it comes out unsteady. No one has ever caught him stalking before. By the time they do, if at all, they’re dead.

“No, I’m James,” the man replies easily. Regulus is gripping him hard now, desperate for his blood. Desperate for him.

“I am going to bite you, James,” Regulus says. He’s already inching his mouth along James’ sickly-sweet neck, trying to find the perfect spot. “And I am going to drink your blood, drop by drop.”

“Good. I want you to. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

Regulus’ breath hitches. Want. The word echoes through his mind as his fangs brush against the skin of James’ neck. The man shudders at the touch but doesn’t pull away. Instead, he does the unthinkable and leans into it, tilting his head in such a way that Regulus’ fangs press deeper against him, millimeters away from breaking skin.

“Just don’t turn me. Or kill me. And promise you’ll do it again,” James whispers. Regulus nearly scoffs; he’s not in the habit of bargaining with his food. But this…James is strange. Different. James isn’t just want. James is need.

In one swift motion, Regulus sinks his teeth deep into James’ neck, biting down hard and groaning as those first drops of blood touch his lips. James is right along with him, releasing something less like a cry of pain and more like a moan. His fingers slip into Regulus’ curls, and it almost feels like he’s holding him in place.

Regulus sucks up James’ blood with fervor. It overflows down his chin onto both their clothes, with excess blood dribbling down James’ neck. It tastes like miracles, like he’s drinking sap from the sun. Not only does his blood taste magical, but every inch of his skin does too. Regulus wants to consume it all, until the burning desire inside him is quenched and all this golden taste is his.

“Easy,” James urges, his voice straining. Oddly enough, Regulus finds himself listening. He lifts his head, and blood trickles down his lips. The puncture wounds in James’ neck are deep, but they’ll heal quickly. Nothing too worrisome.

Regulus’ eyes flick to James’ right collarbone, visible around the unbuttoned top fabric of his shirt. Blood has pooled there like a serving of dessert saved just for him. Its heavenly smell coats them both now as they stand, panting, drenched in James’ blood. The man’s hand is still in Regulus’ hair.

Unable to take it anymore, Regulus lunges forward and licks at James’ collarbone with a needy whine. James hisses through his teeth as Regulus begins to lap at the leftover blood on his neck and chest, tiny noises of desperation escaping as he does.

“Oh, fuck,” James mumbles. The vibrations of his voice in his chest make Regulus pause. He meets the other man’s eyes, taken largely aback when he sees that James’ pupils are blown wide, eclipsing the forested hazel of his irises.

They pause for a moment, frozen in time, before James breaks the silence. He removes his hand from Regulus’ hair in a slow drag, trailing the tips of his fingers down Regulus’ jaw as he goes.

“Same time tomorrow,” he says lowly.

He doesn’t give Regulus a chance to reply. Without further ado, James fixes his shirt collar and walks back to his car, and Regulus is left standing in the alleyway with blood on his lips and a newfound blaze in his chest.

Same time tomorrow.

[iwperius-art]

jegulus vampire!au / day 5 of @jeguluskinktoberr

“a taste of sunlight.”

[adharastarlight]

The marauders as things my best friend has had to put up with me saying

remus: okay I'll add it to my notes on you "if we discover vampires, would throw himself at them"

regulus: with my legs spread

remus: i hate you so much

[tadaxii-i]

Just spawned this because everyone’s vampire jegulus phase passed, but not mine

*explodes*

[weirdnico]

totally normal family! ... unless...

[littleliterarylesbian]

hey guys. DILF/Silver Fox James Potter x Immortally Young Vampire Regulus. that's all.

[florsial]

Cannibal Regulus stumbling on Vampire James' leftover human remains in the forest and being like, "Oh well guess it's mine now tehe." He snags a couple entrails and bones yk the usual and immediately hears something so he turns around and starts to leave.

Fat chance cuz Vampire James starts to chase him. Cue long chasing sequence resembling predator and prey. The sick part is that fact that Regulus is laughing the entire time, because vampires are fast. James could've easily snatched him earlier and yet he has not. This is a chase that they both want.

[dreamer0903]

Fanfic of the day :

contrapasso by damagecontrol

Summary:

contrapasso [con · tra · pas · so]

the punishment of souls by a process either resembling or contrasting with the sin itself.

The first time they meet is in Copenhagen.

Regulus is on holiday, halfway to drunk off his ass in a dingy back alley pub. He’s never believed in love at first sight—in fact, he thinks it’s a rather ridiculous concept—but the first time he catches sight of him across alcohol-sticky floors and air thick with smoke, Regulus might be persuaded to change his mind.

Other info :

Rate : Explicit

Words : 41,778

Status : Complete

Chapters : 3/3

WHAT CAN I SAY ABOUT THIS?

This is perfect.

That's what I can say.

It's a Vampire hunter x Vampire (where James is the Vampire and Reggie the Vampire hunter)

I absolutely adored it! I liked how James was portrayed in this one (maybe a little different than the usual), and the smut was smutting (!!)

It's worth the read even if you are not that much into the vampire stuff (I'm not either, but it sounded too good to pass on).

Also, it's written by Damagecontrol, and they are one of the main Jegulus writer of the moment (in my opinion) and one of the best. Literally, some of my favourite fics are written by them!

A little bit of background Wolfstar and Rosekiller for the vibes aaand here you go!

Go read it, babes, and as usual, take care ✨️

[arviyya]

A little vampire smut for your Saturday. Keep reading here

If you were to ask Regulus how he ended up here, he would tell you with conviction that he has no fucking idea. However, that would be a lie. The honest truth is that he sought this out. He went searching for the reasons why his professors seemed strange. He's the one who stayed up late in the library scouring books and researching. He’s the one who went from discounting any existence of the supernatural to a visceral determination to prove the opposite. He's the one who thought it would be a good idea to rip through his arm with a knife, causing blood to spill from his wound and onto the carpet of his classroom. In a funny way, Regulus is just always happy when he's right, no matter the consequences. And, now he's the one with a vampire's hand digging into his back, his cold lips pressed against Regulus’ ear, voice a growl so low that it’s a mere breath, enough to send shivers to every inch of his body, "For someone who was clearly searching for this, you seem more than a little terrified, sweetheart."

[coyotelip]

☆jegulus kinktober day 5☆

@jeguluskinktoberr || vampire au, fem!jegulus, light dom regulus, fantasy setting, biting

One of her long fingernails lightly scratches Jamie's jawline from her ear to her chin, where cold snow-white fingers touch the girl's hot skin, cupping her chin just slightly, but she still shudders at the contrast in their body temperatures. The girl easily turns her head in different directions, examining it, and then presses her thumb on her lower lip, slightly opening her mouth. Jamie doesn't know what it is about what she sees that satisfies her unnamed lady, but her lips spread into a smile that reveals a view of straight white teeth. Jamie's gaze is fixed on the red lips in front of her, which let out a light laugh, and behind those lips she notices for the first time two sharp fangs. “What's your name, sweet thing?” the girl asks in a hushed voice. “Jamie,” she comes out with a deep exhale and realizes that she hasn't been breathing freely all this time because of the tension. The girl grips her chin tighter, “Jamie,” she says slowly, savoring the name on her tongue and looking her straight in the eye for a few moments before turning her gaze to the person behind. “Lupin, would you please take Jamie to her room? You know what to do. I'll be waiting for her in the dining room in two hours.” And with that, she turned around, her shoes clacking on the floor, and began to walk up the stairs. “Wait,” Jamie unconsciously said to the stranger's back. “But what's your name?” The slender figure, three steps taller than her, stands still with a straight back, and for a second Jamie thinks that this was her fatal mistake, that she shouldn't have spoken without permission and that it would end right there. However, when the girl turns to her again, a wide smile is plastered on her face, and her eyes sparkle. “My name is Regulus. And you can use it whenever you want, sweetheart. I could hear you anywhere.”

full first chapter on ao3 ☆

[theicarusconstellation]

top ten things fanfic writing, and in this case co-writing, made me google that probably will get me on a watchlist, number one:

[sommerregenjuniluft]

@jegulus-microfic 21, 23, 24 feb - attack, alley, hungry - 1786 words - cw: blood (nothing violent though)

1920s New Orleans vampires <3 [part 1 vampire microfic, happens after this in the timeline though]

James flashes a blinding grin at the giggling young women he lets out the door before he ducks in after they’re gone. He nudges his glasses up his nose and straightens his fitted waist coat for the Christ knows how many-th time, sucking in a steadying breath as he lets his eyes sweep over the inside of the bar room.

He can do this.

He can hunt, it’s in his nature now—Barty had said so. Besides, James has always prided himself with his chivalry and charm, and now that it’s only amplified he should have no issues chatting an unsuspecting, innocent person up and taking them somewhere more private for James to be able to feed without getting caught.

The thought alone makes his teeth itch horribly and James slides his tongue along his fangs behind his lips before he makes his way farther inside.

James stops for a drink at the bar and then settles in one of the corners, slowly nursing his glass of whiskey as he browses the crowd for possible prey.

The dark-skinned woman under the spotlight is gorgeous as she sings into the microphone, golden band with white and emerald feather adorning her curly haired head.

None of the people enjoying the show spring into James’ eye, not one poor soul piquing his interest.

That is until James’ eyes settle against the other side of the room where a young man is propped against the railing of the elevated patio section of the establishment, not even pretending to watch the singer as he lazily swirls the dark liquid in his tumbler with slow circles of his wrist.

His suit is sleek and expensive looking, snug against his lean body. The pants fitted and hinting with stripes, and a plain, black fly sitting impeccably against the collar of his throat. The waistcoat seems to be velvet and there’s a silver chain disappearing into one of the pockets, evidence of what is most likely a pocket watch in the value of James’ monthly rent. 

What makes James’ breath catch though is the inherent beauty of the man. Porcelain skin, perfectly rosy lips, a jawline that could cut glass and the lightest eyes James has ever seen. Unlike most men, he didn’t slick his hair back, instead choosing to wear his natural curls though they look artfully perfect like he spent hours in front of the mirror tugging each and every one neatly into place, even the one falling into his forehead, right over dark brows. Especially that one.

Before James realizes the man moves to straighten up, gaze drifting farther back into the room and snagging suddenly when he catches James already looking his way. 

He keeps the eye contact up challengingly for a dragging moment and James slips into a grin, letting his head loll back and to the side against the wall. James watches the stranger’s gaze wander lower shamelessly, making his upper lip twitch with the desire to sink his teeth through pale skin and muscle.

The other man seems to be making a tch sound before turning and sauntering away but not without throwing another glance at James over his shoulder.

Oh, and how James likes them feisty. Always has.

He pushes off the wall in an instant and follows the dark head of curls through a curtain of beads leading into a random, dimly lit hallway. When James steps into it, it’s empty, obviously leading towards another room, door is open and letting James glimpse several pool and poker tables.

His teeth throb with the promise of being able to feed again as he steers for the room, though James draws up short at an alcove right next to the threshold where the man now leans.

“Looking for something?” he drawls, a strange expression on his face and James momentarily wonders if the veins around his eyes are showing without him realizing. He’s seen them pop out occasionally in the mirror when he’s particularly hungry.

Still, his mouth tugs into an easy grin as he steps closer, “Think I just found it.”

One eyebrow arches, “Did you now?”

“Mhm.”

“And what would that be?” he tips his chin up with arrogance. James wants to devour him.

But first, manners, ”Your name.”

“Regulus,” the beautiful stranger answers and James feels spit pooling under his tongue with the urge to taste him. Regulus links his hands behind his back, neck tilting to the side when James doesn’t continue, “Just that?”

Now James definitely can feel his eyes morphing. “And a little donation,” he replies, voice rough, then more darkly, “Don’t scream, don’t be scared. Everything is alright.”

“It is,” the other replies and James’ mouth tugs harder at the corners, mouth opening.

An excited chuckle punches out of him as he closes the distance, cradling the man’s jaw gently and exposing his fangs to the humid air.

It happens quickly after that.

“Fool,” he hears, a hair width before James’ teeth would have been grazing skin, and then his back is pushed into the unforgiving wall, hard stone cracking under the inhuman force of the shove and James groans. Hisses at the intake when he feels the entire length of his spine give a throb. 

James‘ lurches forward instinctively, a feral snarl ripping from his throat and then he blinks when he stares back into Regulus’ unbearably pretty face marred by the same intense bloodshot eyes and violet pulsing veins. His fangs a pearly white and so long it makes James draw in a shuddering breath.

He feels that by the strong forearm still pressing into his chest and James licks his lips, stunned and breathless, “Oh, hi.”

Something blooms in his chest, unfurling and making him feel even more drawn to the other man, inexplicably reeled in, much more intensely than before. 

Regulus simply rolls his eyes before pressing off him and James already mourns the contact. Craves it. Wants it back desperately, hunger and bloodthirst completely forgotten.

He’s about to open his mouth when the other vampire beats him to it, eyes narrowed calculatingly, “What is your name?”

“James,” he answers eagerly.

Something flits over Regulus’ expression for a fleeting moment and with that he turns on his heel, “Follow me.”

James blinks, shakes his head and quickly catches up to Regulus’ fast strides. His legs are miles long and James can’t quite help himself when his gaze wanders below the hem of his jacket for a few moments.

Regulus takes the few steps to the patio two at a time and James follows dutifully, taking in the lounge with wide eyes. The multiple plush armchairs and loveseats, couples entwined in each other or people talking animatedly, coy grins on their faces.

Regulus comes to a halt near the spot James first found him, a curvy woman in a knee long dress perched on the legs of a man, obscured by the woman’s curls.

“Crouch,” Regulus says pointedly, no nonsense. Right before kicking a man in the shins. 

An annoyed sound, “What?” and then James’ knees nearly buckle when he smells blood.

“That one seem familiar to you?” Regulus bites out, placing a possessive hand on the back of James’ neck. 

James’ mouth drops open around a quiet sound, skin prickling intensely at the contact and sending a strong tremor through his whole body.

The man lifts his face from where he was immersed, head tipping back and suddenly James is face to face with Barty, a trail of blood dripping down his chin again. Just like when he first found him a few weeks ago.

He cocks his head with a chuckle, curiously eyeing the hold the older vampire has on James. He absentmindedly licks a drop of blood from the woman’s neck, and James keens, before Barty gives a feeble shrug, grin unbearable smug. “I might.”

“Oh, you might?” Regulus spits.

James goes a little rigid at his tone, insides fluttering.

He steps forward, tugging James right with, “Barty, why does he smell like mine?”

James’ jaw drops, head whipping around and staring at Regulus’ side profile. A silent moment goes by, neither of them budging and then Barty’s brows knit with suspicion, “Like yours?”

“Yes, like mine, you fucking idiot,” he snarls and James shivers from where the other vampire’s fingers clench. “You sired him!”

Barty levels him with a look, “I sired him…to you?”

“Well, I sure as hell didn’t do it,” Regulus snaps back.

“What’s going on now?” another voice says and James swivels his head to watch a tall blonde man sidling up to them, whiskey in hand and eyeing them all warily.

With a sigh Barty mumbles something to the woman in his lap, wiping messily at the wound on her neck before tugging her scarf back in place and sending her on her way.

“Barty’s gone and sired someone,” Regulus replies and James can’t help but be endeared by the petulant tone and pouty twist of his mouth. He looks so put together and intimidating it’s just sort of…cute like that. Ridiculously cute, really.

“What?” the blonde blurts. His features harden immediately, snapping around at James like he’s going to rip his heart out of his chest right then and there.

In a split second Barty is up and holding him back with a palm against his sternum, “To Regulus, Evan, not to me.”

Evan, apparently, rips his eyes away from James, gaze boring instead into Barty’s face, restlessly searching for something as his chest heaves heavily. 

Barty tugs his lower lip between teeth, taking him in appreciatively, “Pipe down, loverboy.”

The blonde bats Barty’s hand away with a sneer, poising himself before he turns back to Regulus. “How’s that even possible though?”

Regulus shoulders slump with a shrug—James hadn’t even realized how rigid he had gotten. Or when he had stepped in front of him.

Barty throws an arm around Evan’s shoulder lazily, making a dismissive sound, “Dorcas’ll figure it out for us. She always does.”

“I hope you’re right,” Regulus says, turning a glance over his shoulder and James follows it to see the attention directed towards the pretty singer from before.

A touch at his elbow has him turning back though and Regulus is suddenly much closer than before. “In the meantime,” he starts, lips spreading into a predatory smirk that has James suppressing a noise deep in his throat, “I bet you’re hungry, aren’t you?”

He nods stupidly, hands itching to reach out and swaying in again.

Regulus hums appreciatively, hooking a finger into James’ belt loop to tug once, and then promptly swivels, expecting to be followed.

James doesn’t miss the risen eyebrows and surprised expressions on the other two faces as he passes them.

[toujoursrab]

Prompt: Pounce | Pairing: Jegulus (@into-the-jeggyverse) | Word Count: 946 Warnings: Light sexual undertones. Casual mentions of blood because Reg is a vampire and James makes him thirsty.

“I want him.” Regulus’ tone left no room for argument, his grip tightening around his glass of old fashioned. His eyes were dark but glowing red, determined as he looked across the club admiring the most beautiful man he had seen in centuries. Said man was in the middle of the dance floor, drink in his hand as a blonde woman pressed up against him with minimal space between, his head was tilted back in a laugh over something she had said. Regulus couldn’t hear the sound, but surely it was just as beautiful as he was. An image conjured up in his mind of the stranger beneath him, Regulus’ mouth nestled near the column of his throat before his sharp fangs pierced through tan skin and the first taste of syrupy copper exploded on his tongue. He would sound so fucking pretty, and Regulus would be so full, so satisfied, as he feasted on his prey. 

“Down, kitten.” His best friend smirked, gulping down his own drink; a vodka something. “You look like you’re gonna pounce. As much as I’d enjoy the show this isn’t the place for that.”

Even if it pained him, Regulus had to agree with Barty. They had chosen a human club to visit tonight, deciding to step out of their usual supernatural social rings in an attempt to be “adventurous”. Regulus wasn’t supposed to find his next meal, tonight was just meant for casual fun. There were a lot of human/vampire hangouts where humans willingly let vampires feed on them and this place wasn’t one of them. In fact, his older brother owned one of the oldest and most popular clubs for feeding (and more), Regulus usually ventured there because he was given special treatment from the patrons and the staff. As much as he pretended he didn’t like the attention, he loved being spoiled and given special treatment when he was in the mood for it.

With a disappointed sigh, he sipped his drink but kept his eyes on his prey. Every time he moved, the bright lights flashing over him, it was as if Regulus was noticing some new physical attribute. He was tall, had dark messy hair, and wore glasses. Hot. “I won’t pounce, Barty. I’ll just casually stroll over there.”

Barty gave him a side eye as if he didn’t believe him. Regulus wasn’t the type to be attracted to someone at first glance, but he also wasn’t the most subtle person. He was blunt and straight forward and this wasn’t the best place for that. Most people didn’t take too kindly to vampires even if they openly walked among humans and shared spaces. “And then…?”

“I’ll get close enough to smell his blood.” There were too many scents in here, most of them not pleasant, for Regulus to make out the scent of the guy who made his fangs ache with desire.

“Annnnnd then….?”

“If he smells disgusting, I’ll walk away. But if he doesn’t…..” and Regulus had a strong feeling that he wouldn’t. “I ask him to dance, flirt a little. The bathroom of the club didn’t look that disgusting.”

Barty almost spit out his drink. “You—the biggest prude I know—are going to—in the bathroom of a club?”

Regulus hit the other’s bare arm with the back of his hand in offense, Barty’s face scrunching up as he rubbed the back of his arm. Regulus may have small hands, but the sharpness of the blow stung. “Sirius always says—”

“Stop right there. The last time you quoted something from your brother you decided to go skydiving even though you’re scared of heights.”

“It was for the experience.”

“You clung to Remus for ten minutes crying and hyperventilating, and then had him tell the instructor he was the one who was scared so you both wouldn’t be diving.”

“He took one for the team.”  A huff left the vampire while Barty looked smug to have made his point. It was quiet for a few moments, Barty ordering a new drink and Regulus scanning the crowd for the beautiful guy in glasses, somehow he had lost him. “Fuck, Barty. He’s gone.” His nose twitched just as Barty’s new drink was set down on the bar top. It smelt sweet and alluring, flowery in a way he couldn’t pinpoint, and almost intoxicating as he leaned in to try and get a whiff of more but was left disappointed when he realized it wasn’t coming from the drink placed on the bar. Before Regulus could blink, he was elbowed into his ribs.

“Ow, what the bloody h—” But he stopped speaking, feeling a warmth behind him as he turned. Oh—not only was he met with the beautiful man from the dance floor, but also that sweet intoxicating scent. He almost leaned in just so he could get a whiff, but decided that was weird at the last moment.

“Hi!” the glasses guy looked sheepish, running his fingers through his already messy and lightly damped hair. It was all very endearing, Regulus breathed in and allowed the human’s scent to cloud his senses; it felt like he was floating. “I’m James. I noticed you watching me, thought you might want a closer view.”

Regulus was momentarily stunned. No amount of time spent on this Earth—463 years—could have prepared him for this moment.

“Oh trust me, he bloody well does.” Barty answered with a laugh, almost knocking Regulus off the barstool and right into James.

[charlie-jl]

Twilight au!

Reg is Bella, Barty is Edward, James is Jacob (but they're all together)

Plus Lily and Narcissa (aka Flower²)

Dumbed down premise, Gryffindors are werewolves (minus sirius) and Skytherins are vampires <33

Extras:

[w1tch3-writes]

Third chapter of my vampire AU is out! And this kinktober fic is finally kinking lmao. You can read it here.