#a different take on jegulus

[staroflupin]

James Potter who, despite what all may think, is so full of anger that it completely takes over his brain, makes him do the things he does and he doesn't feel an ounce of guilt.

When he torments Severus Snape, he doesn't feel an ounce of guilt, only a flame of rage igniting in his stomach. He doesn't know why he hates the Slytherin boy so much, he never did anything to him, yet he takes pleasure in making a pitiful fool out of the poor boy.

James Potter whose ego is bigger than the sun, not even Apollo in his chariot could move it. He knows he's the best, he doesn't even have to try. Quidditch captain, Head Boy, passing all his classes with O's and E's effortlessly. He knows he's attractive, all the girls that fawn over him say so. His mates as well, Sirius especially with "You've got it all, Prongs." He's a heartbreaker, anyone with the courage to confess gets let down with his brief declines for dates.

He has it all, and yet a part of him is unsatisfied.

Regulus Black is cruel, vindictive, and shallow. Anyone who attempts to approach him is met with an icy glare and harsh words to "Stay the fuck away." Half his house fears him, the other half hates him.

To him, that's okay. He may not have friends, but he has allies. He doesn't need that sort of thing anyway, he's the favorite son of the House of Black, as his parents reminded him.

Regulus loves the Dark Arts, loves the way the existence of them sends shivers down the spines of the Light families. He loves the power that comes from controlling them. To him, wielding that magic makes him feel invincible.

And yet, Regulus is utterly lonely, soft enough to be puppeteered by his family and molded into the perfect obedient son

And perhaps thats why Regulus and James worked so well together. They were both horrible in their own ways. James was well loved, and Regulus was well hated. They could look at the darkest, most vile parts of each other and still find themselves enamored with the other.

They were both hypocrites.

Regulus would admonish James each time he and his gang (that unfortunately consisted of his brother) would torment his fellow Slytherin housemates, no matter if they were pureblood, half-blood, or the rare muggleborn. Regulus constantly had the words "mudblood" and "blood traitor" on his lips, spat like venom casually. Yet, he still adored James Potter as if he and his family weren't the embodiment of everything he hated.

James would scold Regulus for his usage of the slurs he used quite frequently, yet never did much about it in the long run. James claimed himself a muggleborn ally, someone who didn't care about blood status or how rich or poor someone was, yet he kissed the the same lips that would curse out all he said that he believed in.

Perhaps that's why when Regulus took it an honor to join the Dark Lord, James said nothing at first. He still loved Regulus despite it all, because they were both hypocrites. They were different sides of the same coin.

But as time wore on, both of them started to distance themselves. Until they were complete strangers that had a shared past at one point. James moved on, finally getting with Lily and marrying her. Regulus devoted himself to the Dark Lord, later turning against him after his beliefs shifted against the cause he had joined in so naively.

Perhaps if they were different people, they would have worked out in the end. They could have stuck together despite it all. But time moved forwards, and history stayed as history.

[plzandspanku]

I accidentally started only the brave pray for me

[calamitoustide]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the self-love ❤

okay im gonna finally do this 😭 this is like picking my children though so give me a second

Dear Reader

This One was the first one I wrote where I was like this is my fic. Obviously they are all my fics but this ones just different. All the other ones were always favorites of my friends and so I gave them to them even if they weren't technically gifted to them but this one was all me. It was everything to me. I honestly would get a tattoo of "Stay Close To The Sun" that's how deep my love for it runs. I actually have the stuck note hanging up on my wall and it's been there since I wrote it. (I had to tape it to make it stick but it's there!) There is nothing I would change about this fic. Nothing. It is perfect. It is everything to me. I am gripping it so hard in my palm no one's taking it from me. (and they have tried lmao)

I Might Like You Less Now That You Know Me So Well

This one gave Dear Reader a run for it's money. These two are so special to me. When I started writing it all it was supposed to be was fluff with like a little angst. It was always sad James but they were supposed to be over it 😭 or at least healed from it but it grew and it's so much different than it used to be. And it's for the better! It's also my first like nonbinary James fic and I love them very much they are so special to me. Even if Everyone who comments on it uses the wrong pronouns for them :) they are so special to me!!! There are little moments where I'm just in this fic. I'm going about my day and suddenly I am in the that van and watching the scene play out. I am at the tattoo parlor watching James grip Regulus hands because they're deathly afraid of needles. I am at the grand canyon and hearing James say they're not scared of heights anymore because they "found something scarier." I am at that beach hearing James whine "I was supposed to be in the water by now. I want to be in the water. I know I promised I'm sorry. I want to be in the water." It is forever engrained within me. Thinking about this fic is like breathing to me.

You Don't Get To Tell Me About Sad

My current little sad James fic, and it also was never supposed to happen. I don't like band aus I've tried them... multiple times but it never worked. I had a marylily one, a pandalily one, I had a jegulus one too but it just never stuck. This one though just worked for some reason... probably because it's hardly a band au honestly. There's some music and the fame plays a big part in it later but it's what I do best sad James and hurt/comfort. I also thought I would never write another sad James before this one because the ideas simply weren't coming. This one was even a struggle to plan fully. This is the first time I've made James' sadness run off into anger, and I thought that was an interesting aspect of it to explore. He's trapped and the only way he feels like he can get any relief is through anger. This is also one of my exes to lovers Jegulus fics and oh I love it. I've written three and this might be my favorite in the way that jegulus are never actually broken up. They are barely holding onto that they've always been together since the first chapter even if they're not saying it. This one is just very special to me and since I'm writing it right now it's not fully formed in my head but I know it's gonna break top three with the other two when it's done.

When You Saw That Dead Little Bird (You Started Crying)

THIS ONE! Okay it's from early 2023 and I remember obsessing over it even if it's only 4k. Out of all my one shots this is the one I always go back to and the one I always try to push on people. I love metaphors anyone who reads anything I write will know that and I was obsessed with the Moon Song dog metaphor. The dog, owner, and bird was everything to me I couldn't stop thinking about it. So I was writing this fic from the perspective of Regulus being the "owner" and James as "the dog" running up to him to give him a dead bird (Lucius dead) as a gift. The owner yells at the dog for giving them something awful/disgusting and the dog just doesn't understand why! So that was the original goal... and then well... I lost track of the goal. I was talking to one of my friends at the time about it, how the bird was supposed to represent innocence. That's why the owner is upset, it's awful to look at because it's pure and sweet. But Lucius isn't innocent Regulus doesn't care about the bird being dead he cares about the blood on the dog's teeth. And so James became the bird as much as he was the dog. And then I started thinking about Regulus killing himself in the war and putting all the blood on his own hands to save James from it and he became the dog and the bird too. They're both everything. They're destroying themselves for love. It's the tale of devotion. The tale of being so devoted to something it turns into your end. You might be able to tell why that was so appealing to me :/

Let The Light In

Alright so the last one was harder to choose but I'm going with Let the Light In because aroace Jegulus have my soul. They are everything to me. I remember seeing another fic with an aroace couple who are usually seen as romantic and I just stared at it for so long. I didn't read it I wasn't really into the ship but I was driving to school just obsessing over the idea with jeg. I remember parking like ten minutes early and instead of walking to my class I just sat in the car and sent a vm all about it not even knowing what I wanted just knowing I wanted Jeg in a QPR. What came out of it is everything to me. Jegulus figuring out their sexualities together and growing comfortable with it. James who wanted nothing more than romance his entire life and was grieving the kind he'll never be able to feel. Regulus who wanted nothing of it but attached himself to James anyway because he couldn't help it, and ended up welcoming love into his life. They are everything, and this fic has so many... not so great memories attached to it now looking back but it's still just as light and beautiful. There's just something about them, and I want desperately to write aroace Jeg again one day. They are calling my name.

[impishtubist]

Some Regulus characterizations are like “I’m not sure who that is, but it sure isn’t Regulus Black.” Regulus willingly joined a man who was slaughtering a decent chunk of their society because Regulus thought Muggleborns were lesser, he’s a staunch blood purist. He wasn’t forced by his parents, Sirius specifically states that his parents disagreed with Voldemort’s methods and also Walburga would know Voldemort wasn’t a pureblood since she went to school with him so she sure wouldn’t be sending her son to the guy so they wouldn’t be forcing Regulus into his service. Plus, Regulus defected because he a) cared in some way about Kreacher and disliked Voldemort nearly killing Kreacher and b) disapproved of the horcruxes, it wasn’t him suddenly changing his beliefs that he’d held his entire life. The guy practically had a Voldemort shrine in his room, I’m begging some people to acknowledge he was a prejudiced little bastard with murderous tendencies

Okay, so. I do actually like Regulus a lot 😂 I think there's a lot about his character that is fascinating and that writers should explore more! The relationship between Sirius and Regulus is particularly interesting to me: how Sirius got out and Regulus didn't, how Regulus got radicalized, how Sirius went to his death believing his brother was a DE, how Harry & co. found out the truth, that bitchy little letter Regulus left Voldy before he died....there's a lot of meat there to dig into!

But you're right that, too often in fics, he's completely defanged and uninteresting, and entire aspects of his character are completely ignored.

[multifan]

regulus and james variants👀

[my-castles-crumbling]

difference - Jegulus Microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 202

"I'm breaking up with you."

Regulus froze, staring into James's eyes as the other man uttered those five devastating words while a whole tableful of people looked on.

"I just...I can't believe you just said that," James continued, looking completely shell-shocked."

"James, I-" Regulus tried to explain, frowning, but James didn't seem to want to hear it.

"No! How dare you?" he yelled instead, eyes flashing. "Of all of the things?"

"I- I just-" But he couldn't apologize. He'd said what he said.

They stared at each other across the table, Sirius, Effie, and Fleamont all looking between the two of them.

"You really can't takes the difference between my cooking and Mum's?" James asked again, this time looking a bit desperate.

Regulus looked to his fiancé and then to his future Mother-in-Law, who was holding back a laugh. "I...no," he sighed, smirking and accepting defeat.

"Blasphemy! Absolute betrayal!" James began hollering, standing up from the table and stomping away dramatically, though Regulus could tell that he wasn't actually mad.

The others all only waited a few seconds before shrugging and going back to eating. "I can't either," Monty murmured under his breath, earning a joking hit to the shoulder from Effie.

[almostdecaffeinatedfun]

Jewelry - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 248 words

“Don't you two look glowing?” Dorcas asked as soon as they entered her house.

“Oh! Do you think so?” Regulus questioned in return unable to control the smile blooming on his face.

“Is something different?” Dorcas queried James, returning the smile slightly confused.

It was Regulus who answered her with his smile growing larger, “Nothing much. I just got a new piece of jewelry.”

Dorcas was dumbstruck for a moment. Regulus was always covered in various accessories from rings to eyebrow piercings. He also consistently bought new additions to his collection. She raked her eyes over his body to see what had made him this excited and shrieked when she saw it.

“No fucking way! You proposed?” Dorcas directed the question at James without taking her eyes off of the most gorgeous engagement ring on Regulus' hand which she held in hers.

“I did! Can you believe it?” James asked her, sounding much more calm and composed than Regulus and Dorcas combined. She figured that this had been planned a long time ago.

“Of course you did. Congratulations!” Dorcas responded before letting out a squeal and giggling as she said, “Reggie’s getting married!”

“I'm getting married,” Regulus replied with equal enthusiasm.

James excused himself a couple of minutes later. Dorcas still hadn't come to terms with the entire situation when Regulus asked her, “Will you be my best woman?”

“Yes! A hundred times yes!” She answered, not even trying to stop herself from jumping about as she did.

[commit-arson-immediately]

Also the one canon thing he did was betray Voldemort.

Yes he's such an evil character that he attempted to get the main villain of the books closer to being defeated /s

“regulus black was a bad person”

he’s not a person at all. he’s actually made up. did you know that? just checking

[starchasersunseeker]

"You're just like the nazis if you ship jegulus / if you like Regulus / Barty / Evan / any character that was a death eater"

What the fuck is wrong with you all??? That's not a good take you think it is.

My great grandparents were literally in concentration camps. How dare you make such an awful comparison? Comparing FICTIONAL CHARACTERS to real life events is actually very sick of you. To call someone a nazi or nazi sympathizers just because they enjoy exploring FICTION makes you a very gross person.

I don't care if you think you're superior for liking a different ship or for hating certain characters. You are not. You're actually well bellow everyone else for making such horrible comparisons. You are playing limbo with the underground with how terrible you are.

[hihimissamericanbi]

FAVE HP SMUT CREATORS

Ever since I got that lovely anon asking for the best smut I've ever read, it got me thinking about some of my favorite smut creators in general.

So here is a very non-exhaustive list of fan-fucking-tastic smut writers and artists I've come across in the HP fandom that weren't mentioned (shamefully) in my last batch. Feel free to add to the list! We must keep the people fed.

xoxo go take a sip of cold water girl

WRITERS

@spookymoonie

Lord Espooky came into this fandom guns a-blazing with their kink headcanon a day for Wolfstar and it has spiraled from there. They GET IT. He has a super well-organized masterlist pinned to his tumblr ft tons of different kinks, fic lengths, scenes, etc. Go. Now.

@fiveht

The definition of IYKYK. Daddy kink isn't super my thing, but Five makes me enjoy it. If you vibe with age gap daddy Remus and pretty boy Sirius, their Adore series is a must-read. They also have a stellar A/B/O Wolfstar fic plus podfic and write some Marvel too!

@greenvlvetcouch

An absolute legend in this fandom. Wolfstar, Jeggy, Rosekiller. Gritty, chewy, embodied sex.

@emeryhall

Emery writes sex the way some people breathe. Like it's just part of the narrative. It's SO punchy. And also she is the queen of Crack Smut.

@kaaaaaaarf

Patron saint of Wolfstar hatefucks. mic drop.

@cancerravenclaw

We snagged MK over to Wolfstar from the clutches of Dramione. Her series "mk's kink exposé" could also be called "celine's kink exposé." I'll just leave that there.

@wolfpants

Everything they create is magic, but they are especially known for rare pairs and Dronarry.

WRITERS AND ARTISTS

@aspiring-artist-em

The queen of Lesbian Wolfstar. Both art and fic. Also queen of humiliation and pain kink and Walburga psychological trauma. ye be warned.

@upthehillnsfw / @upthehillart

I am afraid no one is ready for this art. Truly. Tons of different ships, positions, acts. I gasp every time. And their Pansmione fic is epic (which I have talked about before).

ARTISTS

@industrations

I highly recommend getting on Indi's Patreon so you can enjoy their NSFW drawings, mostly Wolfstar and Jegulus, occasional Rosekiller. Too many iconic moments to count.

@waxingrunes

The officially-sponsored artist of Five's Adore series. Look, their work is nothing short of indulgent. Shhhh don't worry about the physics just let it happen. And by It I mean Remus' big dick hands.

@basiatlu

By beloved. The one. The only. Bosh's drawings are so ALIVE. They leap off the screen. Her Drarry is nothing less than iconic. She also dabbles in other characters/ships like Wolfstar and Blackcest. Siriusly, you can't go wrong.

DRARRY SMUT

OKAY, Drarry people. There are so so many excellent Drarry smut writers it is impossible to name them all. Here are but a tiny handful I have pulled from my bookmarks. I'm happy to rec specific fics if asked :)

@cavendishbutterfly, @bixgirl1, @l0vegl0wsinthedark, @shiftylinguini, @kbrick, @fluxweeed, @academicdisasterfic

MORE

I'm tagging those other creators from older asks because I can't put this list out there without them on it <3

@crushofdoves @we-are-swearwolves @tenthousandyearsx @theresthesnitch @lqtraintracks Quietlemonhush @cuddlebugsirius

[theprongspotter]

Cope - Jegulus - @stag-microfic - Day 2 - 402 words

“Again? I swear we do this every single night,” Regulus says, quirking a brow and an amused smile tugs at his lips.

“Yeah, but I like hearing your voice.”

They’re right outside of James’ house, sprawled out on damp grass, but it doesn’t seem to bother them.

Regulus rolls his eyes, but points at a constellation near the tree line. “That’s Ursa Major, the Great Bear. You know that, I hope, considering the amount of times I’ve told you that. Besides, it’s rather easy to see.”

"Of course.” James nods.

His finger moves to point at a different cluster of stars. “That’s Virgo. If you look at the brightest star there, you can see Spica. That’s one point of the triangle.”

“The triangle?” James asks.

Regulus rolls his eyes. “Yes, James, the triangle. We’ve only been over this a dozen times.”

He points at another constellation. “Then that’s Boötes, and the brightest star there is Arcturus.”

“Your middle name,” James says.

Regulus cracks a smile. “Yes, my middle name. It’s also the second point of the triangle.”

James smiles and takes Regulus’ hand in his, moving it until it points at a really familiar constellation. His favorite, actually. “Leo. There’s you. You’re the heart of the lion.” You’re my heart. “You complete the triangle asterism.” You complete me.

“So you do pay attention.” Regulus grins.

They let their arms fall to rest on their stomachs as they look at each other, lying side by side on the cool grass. The moonlight bathes the clearing in a soft, silvery glow, making Regulus appear almost ethereal. His dark hair contrasts sharply with his pale skin, which seems to shimmer under the lunar light, giving him an otherworldly radiance. His eyes, usually so intense, are softened by the moon’s gentle touch.

James, with his tousled hair and tired expression, looks rugged yet vulnerable in the dim light. The moon casts shadows across his face, highlighting his eye bags.

“You know, you really need to find a new way to cope,” Regulus says after a while, his voice gentle but firm.

James frowns, his brows furrowing in confusion. “What do you mean?”

Regulus gazes at him with a mix of sorrow and affection. “James, I died three years ago.”

And just like that, the space beside him becomes empty.

[psychoticallykind]

Jewelry

"Jewelry" - Jegulus Microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 537 words

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There was a light tap on his shoulder, and then Regulus sat down next to him, vibrating with an almost nervous energy.

James turned, immediately abandoning the letter he was writing home. "Reg, what is it?"

"Nothing," Regulus said, quiet enough that James barely heard him, even though they were almost touching.

"Nothing actually?" James checked, concerned. "Or nothing meaning you don't think it's important enough to talk about?"

Regulus's teeth dug into his bottom lip for a second. "Nothing meaning I did something and I did it to surprise you but I'm kind of worried you'll be angry with me."

"Oh." James twisted, catching Regulus's hand and fiddling with the other boys' fingers. "Okay. What is it?"

James glanced over Regulus's expression, accidentally making eye contact with him. James didn't usually love eye contact - he always seemed to be doing it wrong, somehow - but with Regulus it was okay. Regulus didn't mind if he just looked. James liked looking at Regulus's eyes - they were so pretty. Grey and blue and streaked like lightning.

Regulus took a deep breath. "Close your eyes, please."

James nodded, letting his eyes fall shut.

"I'm letting you of your hand, but I'm not mad at you, I promise," Regulus said softly. A moment later, James's hand was set gently in his lap, and he could hear Regulus shuffling around.

"You know how your mom sent you a necklace, and you really loved it, but you couldn't handle the sensory of it on your skin?"

"Yes, I remember," James replied. He wiggled his shoulders, not loving the sensation of sitting with his eyes closed.

Regulus's skin brushed against his neck, and James tilted his head curiously.

"I kind of - James, I borrowed all of your necklaces. But, um, especially this one, I guess. The one your mom sent."

"Oh." James wasn't sure how he was supposed to feel about that. "I'd have handed them to you, you know. You didn't have to take them."

"I know, Jamie," Regulus said, and James could hear his smile. "But I wanted this to be a surprise. Is that okay?"

James nodded. "You can always take my things, Regulus."

"Thanks." Regulus cleared his throat. "Okay, open your eyes."

James did, looking around curiously. "Okay. What happened?"

Regulus smiled. "James, look down."

Confused, James tipped his head down, looking at his shirt and - oh.

"It's the necklace," James whispered, lifting a hand to touch the charm. He looked back at Regulus, eyes wide. "But I don't feel it."

"Good." Regulus grinned, shoulders relaxing. "I charmed it. I tested it on a different piece of jewelry, don't worry. And the others - here, I have them all in this bag."

James took the offered bag, struck silent by the gesture.

Regulus had fixed his necklace.

He'd fixed all of his necklaces.

James could wear necklaces now.

"James?" Regulus said quietly. "Is it - was this okay?"

James nodded, looking for words and finding too many, so he just pulled Regulus into a tight hug, swaying them back and forth as Regulus laughed.

"Love you," James mumbled, thrilled. "I love you, I love this, it's amazing."

Regulus squeezed him back. "You're amazing, James. I love you."

James swayed a little faster.

[calamitoustide]

I have a question about the sad James/sad Harry au you just posted about. Regulus seems to be the one really holding them together since he isn’t dealing with the same things as the other two. So I’m just curious how you think James and Harry would handle it if he wasn’t there to help/able to help. Like how they would react/communicate if he suddenly died or if he was injured or in a coma or if he had a really important work trip or something and he couldn’t physically be there to support them/help them communicate

okay so like Regulus is holding them together but that's not to say that James is doing nothing and I do think they get to the point where James is okay and not just depending on Regulus for a lot of the heavy lifting when it comes to helping with his and Harry's mental health.

That being said in this case James isn't as mentally unwell as you might think he is, at least not the idea I had. His feelings are a lot of his old feelings resurfacing. He's seeing his baby go through he same things he did, so he's looking back at it. He's feeling a lot of guilt, but it's not the same as it was. So in that case I do think James would push through for Harry and could hold him up knowing everything he knows. He is in a better place, and he does have coping strategies. He'd also probably be going to therapy since his teen years which would help him work through it to fully be there for Harry.

If it's the case where both James and Harry are slipping I still think James would step up, he just would put off all his feelings for Harry. No matter how tired he is or how awful he feels Harry comes first. If he doesn't have anyone to lean all he'd figure out a way to stand anyway. For Harry, he'd do it.

Also in my original idea it was divorced jily so there is also Lily who would be able to help with Harry, and Remus would come in and help James stay on his feet when Harry isn't with him.

I don't think there's any world in which James doesn't have a support system around him to help him with Harry, but I also think if it was just him and Harry in the house he'd step up. Maybe he wouldn't be the best at communicating how he feels at first. Maybe he wouldn't be the best at seeming open for Harry to come to him, but they would figure it out. In no world does James just give up on Harry especially since he knows how isolating it used to make him feel.

Also with Regulus, there would come to a point where Regulus needs to be taken care of too. There's only so much a person can take, especially when his main support system is down. They would need to figure it out for him too.

All in all, yes I do think they would figure it out. I think it would be hard and James isn't good at talking about it, making it really hard for Harry to talk about it. But if James needs to talk about it for Harry's benefit he'd talk about it. I feel like without Regulus he'd just come to that conclusion even sooner.

[ultravioletbrit]

“ache” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 628 words

“ice skating” - 25 Days of Jegumas - Day 16 - @noblehouseofgay

James is tying his skates and his mind is racing. His mind has been racing since yesterday afternoon when Regulus asked him to go ice skating. James was thrilled and immediately said ‘yes’, but quickly realized he has no idea what this is. Is this a date? They’re going with a group, so Regulus could’ve just been inviting him to join them, not as a date. But James has never been invited before and it felt like more than just inviting him along, so it could be a date. Or James could be reading into it because he wants it to be a date. But would it be a date if they’re with a group? Maybe Regulus feels more comfortable with a group, but he still meant it as a date. Or James is just here to hang out with friends, and no one is on a date.

James’ mind is still spiraling as he steps on the ice and scans the rink looking for Regulus and his friends. When he finally spots them, his heart sinks when he sees Regulus wrapping his arms around Barty's shoulders, and Barty’s hands grabbing Regulus’ hips.

James’ eyes grow wide, his breath catches and his mind spirals. This isn’t a date. He’s here as a friend. That’s fine. That’s good. He can do that. He just needs a second. James tries to turn around, but he’s not focused, he turns too quickly, and his feet slip out from under him.

James lands hard on his back, all the air being knocked out of him. For a moment he just lies on the ice and tries to take a deep breath. He’s not sure if the ache in his chest is from the fall or from what he saw that made him fall. At least he has his answer, he just wishes it didn’t hurt so bad.

“Are you okay!?” Regulus’ voice is filled with concern as he kneels beside James. James is staring at Regulus, but he feels stuck in his head and can’t find his words. “James! Are you okay?” Regulus starts to sound a bit panicked.

James shakes his head to clear his thoughts and pushes up on his elbows. “Yes. Yes, sorry. Yeah, I’m okay.” He sits up fully.

Regulus doesn’t look convinced as he helps James slowly stand up. “Are you sure? You went down pretty hard. Did you hit your head?”

James steadies himself on the side of the rink. “Yeah, I’m sure. I’m alright. Wasn’t as bad as it looked.” He lies, trying not to wince. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt. You can head back over. I’m going to sit for just—”

“Interrupt what?” Regulus cuts him off.

“Oh… erm… just… it looked like… you and Crouch were… having a moment.” James tries not to wince for a completely different reason.

Regulus snorts. “A moment?” He chuckles then thinks for a minute. “You mean when Evan shoved me, and Barty caught me because he’s a good friend and didn’t want me to land face first on the ice?” Regulus asks with a knowing look.

“A friend?”

“Yes… you thought he was more than a friend?” Regulus asks and James just shrugs sheepishly. “James, why would I ask you on a date if I was ‘more than friends’ with Barty?”  

“This is a date?” James blurts out before he can stop himself, but his entire face lights up.

Regulus hesitates for a moment, looking very anxious. “Did you not want this to be a date?”

“No!” James exclaims then shakes his head. “No, I mean yes! Yes, I did… I do… I do want this to be a date.” He finishes softly with a sweet smile.  

Regulus chuckles with his own shy smile. “Okay.” He nods once. “Good.”

James’ smile grows and he nods back. “Good.”

[oh-phoenixx]

"Purple" - Jegulus microfic @into-the-jeggyverse - 405 words

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Regulus loved his boyfriend with his entire heart. Really, he did. But James could not sit still for the life of him. 

Regulus had been too busy for a proper date, so James suggested that they study in the library together. However, James’s version of studying seemed quite different from Regulus’s. For example, Regulus had his nose buried in Advanced Potion-Making, doing research for his Potions essay; James, on the other hand, was reading something called Spider-Man that a muggleborn in his year had brought him. He kept trying to show Regulus how cool it was, as neither had heard of a “comic” before then. 

After finishing the comic, James sat back with a sigh, periodically letting out bored groans, which Regulus ignored for as long as he could. 

James groaned once again and Regulus couldn’t do it anymore. “What do you want, James?” He asked through gritted teeth.

“I’m so bored, Reggie,” James whined. 

Regulus rolled his eyes and got a pen out of his bag, handing it to James along with a piece of parchment. “Draw something.”

This seemed to work, and Regulus got back to his reading. After a few minutes, though, James grabbed his arm gently and Regulus felt something cold dragging along his skin. His head snapped towards James’s hands, finding that he was doodling on Regulus’s arm. His first instinct was to protest, to pull his arm away and snap at James. But seeing the happy look on James’s face (and realising that, at last, Regulus was provided the silence that he needed), he let him continue with a sigh. 

By the time Regulus had finished with his reading and had made all the necessary notes to complete his essay, the entirety of his arm was covered in purple ink; suns, stars, stick-men, James’s own initials (with hearts all around them, of course), and other little doodles coating his skin. 

“Bit arrogant of you to put your initials all over my arm, don’t you think?” Regulus pointed out with no real conviction. He would have those initials tattooed if James wanted. 

James just shrugged, kissing his arm gently and then taking his bag for him as they stood up. “You can wash it off if you like.”

They left the library hand in hand. Regulus didn’t wash the ink away, and was actually quite upset when it came off in the shower. At least he knew how to shut James up now.

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@jegulus-microfic | dimple - may 17 | tw: NSFW, degradation kink, spit swallowing, dirty talk, all good stuff basically | w: 653 | @ecstarry @godsofwoes @star4daisy

“Fuck! Right there—”

Regulus’ pleads were like a melody to James’ ears. The way he arched his back, the look in his eyes, the way he moaned and begged for it more, everything was making James go insane.

They were at Walburga’s reading room, Regulus was bending over her work desk and putting on a good show for her.

This was Regulus’ idea, he was so sure Walburga’s soul was still wandering around in this house, especially in this room and he was sick of still having to feel her even when she was gone for good. He wanted to put a stop to it, so they ended up fucking in every room one by one, knowing Walburga was there to see them.

It was filthy, it was disgusting, which is why James agreed with him right away.

He landed a hard slap on Regulus’ red ass cheek and grabbed it hard. He was so hard, every time he shoved his cock into Regulus’ tight walls Regulus moaned and it sent him off the edge.

He left a kiss on the dimples at his waist, slapping his ass again, “Fuck, you are burning from the inside out.”

Regulus turned his face to him, fuck, he was so beautiful. His lips were apart, his eyes were watery and red, and the way he looked over his shoulder that James’ had bit seconds ago made his cock hard like a rock.

“Fuck,” Regulus sighed, tilting his head to the back, “I fucking love your cock. Use me, fuck me, ruin me, spit on me and cum in me, James. I want my mom to see it how well fucked I am by you.”

James grabbed him by his throat and brushed his bottom lip with his thumb as he fucked faster.

“You want me to use you?” he asked breathlessly, “Do you want me to show her how talented a whore you are for me? How are you taking my cock so well, clenching around me, begging for more?”

“Yes, yes,” Regulus kept pushing his hips to James’, every time their skin meet, the slap sounds made James’ blood boil, “Fuck, yes!”

James pushed his thumb into his mouth and he didn't waste any time to start sucking it.

“Hungry are you? Do you want me to fill your mouth too? Do you want me to stuff all of your holes with my cum, Regulus? You just need to tell me, and I will. I’ll fuck you so good, by the end of this your mom won’t be able to recognize you,” he whispered in his ear as he pulled his cock all and slammed in him in one hard push, making Regulus choke on it, “You want that, don't you?”

“Yes, yes, fuck— oh fuck, I am your cumslut, do what you want to me. Please, please, sir—”

James couldn't even let him finish the words, he grabbed his waist hard and pressed his head to the desk by the back of his hair, fucking him raw and rough.

All he wanted was to fuck him in different positions all night, he wanted Walburga to see them and be disgusted with it.

James took one of Regulus’ hands that was resting on the desk and twisted his behind, and with his other hand he took the other one.

“Open your palm,” he ordered, voice raspy.

“Yes, sir.”

James spit inside of Regulus’ palm and brought to his parted lips, “Lick it clean.”

Regulus didn't make him say twice, he did what he was told.

James could see the bruises he left on Regulus’ fair skin, they were all over his body. He couldn't help but feel proud.

“Thank you, sir,” Regulus moaned and James slapped his ass again which led to Regulus screaming his name.

He didn't think he was going to let Regulus anytime soon from this room.

The night had just started.