#marauders mafia au

[msmoony7]

in the meantime while i’m working on my story, be sure to check out the one my friend and i are working on!! it’s called “dusk till dawn” and it’s posted on ao3 under the name “inkymoon16.” it’s a mafia au w our own creation. i may be biased, but it’s really good so far!

[msmoony7]

check it out on ao3!!

Dusk Till Dawn Preface

Preface to my new Marauders AU fic that's up on AO3! Same title, same username :) **For the full fic, please go to ao3

Summary

The Start -

They never warn you about falling in love. Feeling yourself tumble through the air, hoping someone is there to catch you at the bottom. They never bother to mention all the dangers that come with it. The heartbreak. The sacrifices. The fights. All the tears that have flowed. The way one so willingly tears themself apart in order to patch together the other person. I know all these dangers because I lived them. 

I fell in love. Hard. Probably with the wrong man at the wrong time. But isn’t that what being young and alive is all about? It was the 70s, I was in my 20s, of course I was in love. I was in love with rock and roll, drugs, money. I was love with him. 

If asked to do it all over again would I? Without a doubt. If it meant I got the man I loved, then yes, I would have lived this life a thousand times over. And this life was certainly not an easy one. 

This is a story of love and heartbreak. Of a time in New York’s history where gangsters ruled the streets more than cops. A safe area? Never heard of it. 

This is about love prevailing through the hardest of times and coming out the other end breathless, but somehow still alive. Love is not without scars, of course. I learned that love is about showing those scars to your lover and instead of turning away, they kiss them better. 

Yet there must be a balance to everything. There cannot be love without loss. There cannot be good without evil. Loss teaches you more about love than Cupid ever could. 

[gabihime-jegulusseeker]

jegulus incorrect quote pt i would like to know

Dumbledore: Did you take out The youngest black as I requested?

James: Regulus has been taken out, yes

Dumnblehore: You have my grat-

James: It was a great restaurant

James: We had a romantic candlelit dinner

James: Regulus proposed afterwards- we’re filing the wedding papers

[kquil]

REMUS LUPIN | 13:53 — ONE NEGRONI

SUM : to help pay the bills and your tuition fee, you get a new job at an elite club where the tips are incredibly generous. you’ve met a majority of the clientele already but they don’t match the stranger who ordered a simple negroni

TAGS. : mafia au ; modern au ; muggle au ; mobster remus ; mafia boss remus ; bartender reader ; reader is a hard working sweetheart that must be protected! ; catching remus’ eye ; remus lowkey wishes he can be the one to do the protecting ; and maybe more ; for now, he’s a low key stalker ; but sexy… ; stalking is bad, don’t do it! ; this is just fiction! ; but hey! remus owns an elite club! wooooo! ; i don’t know how to feel about my interpretation of the marauders as mafia men/mobsters ; it’s growing on me… ; also, im casting peter pettigrew as Dane DeHan in this!

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It wasn’t as if you were new to the job; you had previously worked some years as a bar tender for a pretty well-established club, it paid well and managed to help pay for your rent and utility bills for most of your higher education years. However, all the built up stress and sleepless nights finally caught up to you. And you found yourself repeating a year, meaning that you needed to pay for your own tuition this year atop all the other monthly bills and necessities you keep up with. Perhaps it was the universe telling you that you needed to stop and change the direction of your life �� you needed to choose an easier path, a doable path. But you were stubborn and also quite the optimist. So you kept at it, determined to finish what you started and earn your degree. 

Yes, it was a let down but you were still breathing. Life just gets hard sometimes. 

Thankfully, your past experience and phenomenal recommendation letter from your previous manager earned you another bar tending job at a very elite club, where tips were more than generous, considering the clientele composed primarily of the privileged class, some with multiple businesses under their belts, some who were phenomenal investors and some living off their parents’ money. You didn’t care to look too much into it, you were there to work and you were going to work hard and honestly. 

The patrons surprisingly had very similar tastes and so, you fond yourself making the same types of drinks repeatedly. It made the job a lot easier and you were able to focus more on your delivery and interaction with customers, leading to more tips. Times were rough after having to accept defeat with your studies and repeating a year with your own funding but things were looking up. If you keep at it, you’ll make it out alive. 

Your only complaint was the dress code. Make up was advised with a bold red lip but must be kept simple. You felt like a showgirl of some kind, squeezed into a high collar, white dress that came down to your mid thigh and with a low-cut, open back. The sleeves aren’t as long as you would like but, at least, you were permitted to use black kitten heel court shoe pumps as opposed to stilettos — your only saving grace, along with the higher salary and generous tips. 

“Looks like we have a newbie working the bar,” Sirius points out, drawing all attention to your lively figure as you served drinks with a sweet smile and airy voice. A hum of curiosity vibrates through Remus’ chest and up to his lips at the sight of you, “certainly easy on the eyes, huh?” the tattooed, right-hand comments again as he looks towards the head of the table where Remus holds up his glass of Negroni. 

“Very… innocent— a sweet, pretty, little thing,” James comments on Remus’ other side, which Peter grunts at in agreement as he takes a sip of his whiskey-sour. 

“Looks like she doesn’t belong,” Peter nods before smirking and letting out a light laugh. The domino effect had James and Sirius laughing too as Remus smirks behind his glass before proceeding to down the rest of his drink. 

“Exactly your type, eh? Moony?” 

Sirius’ teasing comment is ignored. Instead, Remus calls for there server and orders another drink with an additional request that only confirms his smirking friend’s disregarded statement, “Have the new bartender personally deliver my drink for me as well,”

There was no higher authority that could dismiss the club owner’s personal request. 

It was a strange request but you steeled your nerves and asked your fellow bartender to minister your unattended station while you made quick work on the order. It wasn’t unusual to receive requests like this from an isolated table that had privacy curtains for convenience. However, it was usually for drinks that you could make a show out of like a Holy Water cocktail, a Phoenix cocktail and even a Dragon’s Blood cocktail — a performance that you liked partaking in for the flammable aspect. But this was a Negroni. A cocktail of equal parts gin, saccharine vermouth and bitter Italian Campari. It’s a very egalitarian drink that was enjoyed by everyone, men and women alike, simple but elegant and definitely didn’t require a performance. Despite the odd summons, you were eager to fulfil your curiosity for who the client may be. 

With a professional smile, you place refined mix in the middle of your circular tray with it’s classic orange garnish and set off to the table. The standby server, who made the order, saw your approach and quickly announced your arrival through the small front opening, momentarily disappearing into the shadow of the curtains. He reappears a moment later and pulls the heavy drapes fully apart, to reveal the guests from beneath the, once, opaque shadows. 

To say that you were stunned was an understatement. 

It was pure luck that you didn’t stutter in your stride and spill the cocktail prematurely. At the table was seated four men, all dressed in suits and ties that were in various states of disorder. Among their collection of suits, you could spot Armani and Tom Ford, however, you were sure that their unconventional styles were not the way those suits were intended to be worn. 

One man with long, midnight-black hair and paper-pale skin had an array of mismatching tattoos littering both arms, revealed to you by his lack of a suit jacket and rolled-up sleeves. Another wore cute circular glasses and a cheeky grin with a suit jacket but no button up shirt and his chiseled upper body on full display. The last was a dirty blonde with piercing eyes and a deceivingly boyish smile. He had his ankle propped up on his opposite knee and several buttons undone where a tie should have been fastened over, his sleeves also rolled up as his suit jacket lay beside him.

It was the man at the head of the table, however, who stole your attention. If you had to guess who ordered such a simple but elegant drink, it would have to be him. He had his suit jacket draped over his broad shoulders and also had several of his top buttons undone, revealing some faded scars marked across his toned chest. His neat brunette hair and kind brown eyes gave him a deceivingly gentle appearance but his close company revealed a duplicity that caught and tensed your nerves.

You ignored the creeping goosebumps that prickled your skin, down from your toes all the way up to your ears. 

Just do your job…

“Gentlemen,” you addressed kindly with a slight tilt of your head, which they acknowledged with their own hums of acknowledgement, their eyes lighting up in subtle surprise at your actions, “I have an order for a Negroni,” you raise your tray with the drink and scan the four for some indication as to who the order belonged to. 

“That would be for me,” just as you suspected, it was the brunette with the kindest eyes but also the most ominous air. His voice is a deep and smooth lullaby, patient with it’s seduction on your senses. It was a trap that you resisted but are so hopelessly tempted to fall into, “Thank you, sweetheart,” he meets your eyes as you lower the drink into his large, outstretched hand. You notice how his knuckles and fingers are littered with scars also, some fresh, some faded with time and some hidden behind luxurious rings. Nevertheless…

He’s beautiful 

She’s precious 

“Not a problem,” you reassure with a soft voice, “have a good evening,” with your circular tray pressed against your side, you offer him an innocent smile and dismiss the butterflies in your stomach urging you to linger, “gentlemen,” you acknowledge the remaining three once more before offering another sweet smile. Turning on your heel, you leave the group and ignore the stares drilling holes into the back of your head.

She doesn’t know… 

Once you were out of earshot, Remus turns to his closest friends and most trusted colleagues. They all share a look, one that conveys a unanimous thought. It isn’t long before their agreement manifests into knowing smiles and a ring of laughter shared between them.

“Don’t get greedy now, Moony,” Peter chimes in as Sirius throws his head back with a barking laugh. 

“That’s not gonna stop him Wormtail, you know that; she’s a rare one,”  

“So what’s the plan, bossman?” James asks with a raised brow as he brings his drink up to his lips.

Remus doesn’t answer right away, he simply requests that the curtain remain open so he can fix his fond gaze on you for the remainder of the evening. The group already knew what to do and sat at the edge of their seats, awaiting orders eagerly despite their slack shoulders and composed expressions. Only they were able to observe the shift in the air between them; it became charged as soon as you entered their circle and slowly started accelerating, parallel to the climbing affection in Remus’ eyes as he watches you smile at customers while making their drinks. 

He takes a singular sip of his Negroni, bitterly sweet with a citrus edge. 

Heaven in a glass. And made by an angel. 

“I want a background check and profile put together immediately,” Remus finally orders, “I want to know everything there is to know about her,”

A/N : i downloaded some fics and read some over the holidays and there some mafia/mobster aus and i couldn’t help but picture remus as a mob boss, i’m sure im not the only one to ever imagine this but goddamn! why is it so easy to imagine sweet, gentle, responsible remus like that?!

NAVI.

TAGLIST : @melinajenkins @aastonishment @until-i-found-you @corp0real @celestcies @lovelydoveval @inlovewithremusjohnlupin @calums-betch @futurecorps3 @hihihi1112 @simpingforthe80s @yrluvjane @chaosofmanyfandoms @storyofaromance @loving-and-dreaming @somewereinthegalaxi @ashreblogsficshere @cassandra-nerezza-black @stray-bi-kids @ttkttt @notasadgirlipromise @desikudisworld @volturissideslut @arilxup88 @rosalyn-s

[crouch-jr]

Bartemius "Barty" Crouch Jr • 22 • Underboss • Eldest son

My older sister: @eatmelsshit

Affiliations:

@lynxhoney Lynx Black

@b0rn-dr0wn3d Regulus Black

@M1ndFuck3r Sirius Black

@queenofd3ath Narcissa Black

@felix-causes-trouble Felix Rosier

Others:

@acacius-patience Acacius

@ur-fave-hoe-cas Dorcas Meadows

@Y0urG1rlVendetta Vendetta

@loony-lupin-bites Remus Lupin

@ru3-th3d4y Rue

@man-hater-hoe-fucker Marlene McKinnon

OOC: this is a mafia au, it will get dark and that stuff will be tagged "Crouch Kills"

[ofseaandstarz]

Art Heist, Baby spoliers

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finished “art heist, baby!” this week and as i got closer to the Copenhagen chapter i was anxiously trying to figure out who was gonna die

for a while i thought it would be James and then we’d get revenge arc Regulas

obviously didn’t happen but now i’m in the mood to write some Jegulas fanfic

So please Art Heist, Baby! fans hear me out

University AU

Rivals to lovers

James falls first, Regulas falls harder

best friends brother trope

James, the son of well known politicians is attending university to become a lawyer

Regulas, son of the very prominent and powerful Black family. (rumoured to be involved in some shady stuff) is also studying law.

so they both have a bunch of classes together, James wants to be the best, Regulas is expected to be the best

James and Sirius are roommates

Peter and Remus are roommates

they live beside eachother

Regulas lives in a single dorm but Barty and Evan are in the dorm beside him, they’re friends

difficult relationship between the Black brothers

i have visions for this but like woild hall read this?

this is the vibe board i made

[i-could-poison-poison]

Hey bitches

It's Barty

He/Him

I've been told I'm very... persuasive

⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆

@drowned-at-last Regulus, scary guy

@roses-killing Rosier, a... friend of mine

@warrior-in-the-stars scares the shit out of me

@jf-potter genuinely annoying and bothersome

@caught-a-fallen-star He's very sirius

@emmeline-of-sight Terrifying

@cute-but-deadly-rose Possibly my favorite partner

@im-your-wild-girl Marlene, scary ass bitch

@lillies-and-heavens The Fake Evan™ ️

@nightmaregazelle My favorite informant

@xeno-ware the nerd

@peters-plant-shop Grows nice roses

@notquitemoony too tall, like what're you trying to make up for

⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆

ooc: the pics aren't mine, this is a rp. @marauders-assassin-rp to join

[enchantingexperimenters]

walking home from the lab!! evan stayed late x (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ

[allthingsbartylus]

God i need more mafia au Bartylus.. Enemies to lovers, opposite families, meeting in secret, always in danger, never knowing if the other one is alive, not being able to protect each other but desperately wants to.. I NEED MORE OF THEM!! also just.. Barty with knives

[velvetcloxds]

~little bird series masterlist

characters: mafia!sirius black, princess potter!reader, prince!james potter, prince!remus lupin, bodyguard!lily evans, secret agent!regulus (unrelated to sirius in this au), mercenary!peter pettigrew

series warnings: possible blood and violence, non-canon characters and places, no magic, time lapses between parts, non-conventional viewing of monarchy and other social systems, mafia characters, dirty business, love triangle, allusion to the prequel I have in the works as well

series summary: the second generation of royal potters and lupins have to face the new reign alongside a resurrected mafia force, mercenaries creeping out of the past, constant threats to not only the crown but their lives and the princess' search for peace at all costs lands her in the middle of an epic love triangle between a dangerous mafia boss and a prince who has cast himself away from his throne.

chapter one- when your parents go missing and hoards of people are trying to get into the palace to hurt you and your brother, you have no choice but to go and get help from the last person your parents would have you be associated with

chapter two- regulus confronts you about going to see sirius alone, your parents being home forces you to lie about how you solved the crisis in their absence and even amid damage control you're still thinking about sirius, seems he's thinking about you too

chapter three- james has to speak at the post-crisis press conference which forces you to come face to face with other royals, one of whom you hadn't seen since he broke your heart as a teenager, an unexpected visitor at the conference sends everyone running in terror and makes you realize just how dangerous of a world your mother has left for you to inherit (coming soon…)

[msmoony7]

mafia au remus

go check out the fic my friend and i are working on! it’s called dusk till dawn by inkymoon16 on ao3! read it here!

[msmoony7]

check it out on ao3!

Dusk Till Dawn

My new fanfic of a Marauders AU where they're in the Mafia is up on AO3!! Same username, same title :)

Summary:

New York. 1970s. Gangsters patrol the streets. Crime litters the streets just as much as cigarettes. Aurora Brooks is just trying to live her ordinary life. She never asked to be involved with one of the most dangerous and infamous mafia groups of the United States. When The Marauders find out that she's actually the daughter of their rival boss, they set plans to hold her for ransom. Under their constant surveillance, Aurora learns about her heritage and just how perilous her situation is. Of course, the constant bickering with the most wanted criminal in America, Sirius Black, doesn't help. Through one whirlwind of a year, they learn just how important love and loss can be.

Preface

[wordsofwilderness]

for the writing game... can i trigger ur brain juices to flow with something from the fem jegulus pit fighter idea.. perhaps james' first loss

Apparently I am completely incapable of doing anything half way,,, so uhhh, accidental one-shot? I guess you can consider my brain juices triggered to flow 😂

ask game <- no promises of whether you get a full one-shot if you send anything 😅

[samynnad102687]

Keep Talking and See What Happens

@struttingstag

April 26 Prompt: Keep talking and see what happens | 1943 words | Jegulus

CW: NSFW, Murder, graphic depictions of violence

"I'm on my way back now," James said into his Bluetooth headset.

"Did you get what I asked you to?" Regulus asked as he winced on the other end of the line.

"Yeah, I got it. Why aren't you in bed?"

James hiked the bag up on his shoulder and crossed the road. He ran to the shop to pick up some more medical supplies. Regulus was supposed to be in bed and James was only ten minutes away from the house.

"I'm fine, James."

"If you were fine then you wouldn't be wincing," James replied aggravated. "What was so important you couldn't wait ten more minutes?"

"Stop worrying. I just went to the bathroom." Regulus scoffed as James heard the bed squeak from the new weight. "Besides, it's not like I got shot or anything."

"No, you just got stabbed in the gut because you felt like taunting the Death Eaters."

"Worth it."

"Reg, you need to-" James paused when he realised where he was and who was headed straight for him.

James was five minutes away from his and Regulus' safe house and the Death Eaters were on their territory, which was reason enough for James to take them out. But considering he only had one pistol and a dagger that wasn't a viable option without them retaliating. He also wasn't going to lead them to Regulus. James turned down an alley that led him in the opposite direction and secured the backpack onto his back.

"James?" Regulus asked, clearly concerned based on his tone.

"It's gonna take a little longer, love, but I'll be there as soon as I can," James replied calmly as he slowed down his steps to a leisurely pace. He could feel them following him. "Just got a couple of visitors, that's all."

"Be careful, Jamie."

"Always am, love."

James hung up the phone before he dialled Sirius' number.

"What's up?" Sirius asked on the first ring.

"Might need a clean-up in a little bit."

"Got it. Is your location on?"

James pressed a button on his Bluetooth that sent Sirius his location.

"It is now."

"Got it. How many?" Sirius asked clinically as James heard some rustling in the background.

"Up to three."

"Where's Reg?"

"Safehouse."

"Good. I'll have Remus swing by in a minute."

Another couple of key details and James hung up the phone. He could see them in the mirrors of some of the buildings. It wouldn't take long before they caught up to him, not that he was really trying to get away from them. James started bobbing his head as if he was listening to music. He watched as they increased their pace.

"Well, what do we have here?" Snape taunted as he grabbed James's shoulder to stop him.

"You say that as if you aren't in our territory," James drawled in a bored tone as he pretended to pause his music.

"As if you can do anything without the infamous Black Brothers," Mulciber scoffed.

"I can do quite a lot actually," James smirked devilishly.

"Oh, he's so tough, isn't he?" Avery asked Snape.

"I'm surprised they haven't dropped your ass yet. It's not like you could provide them with anything."

James could feel his patience waning. He wanted to get back to Regulus and take care of his wound before it got any worse. But dealing with these assholes and getting them back to their own territory would have to come first. Sadly. James sighed as he watched the three attempt to rattle him.

"Say, how is dear Regulus? His cousin was wondering," Snape smirked as if he wasn't already on James' list.

"He's perfectly fine. Thanks for asking and you can tell dear Bella that we will decline her offer," James remarked evenly.

"You know, I knew I should have aimed a little higher but Little Reggie does have such a pretty mouth on him. Sharp tongue too. I'm sure we could find a use for it," Mulciber replied suggestively.

"Keep talking and see what happens," James gritted out as he unhooked the snap holding his pistol in place on his hip.

He had had enough of their bullshit.

"Oh, are you gonna call your little guard dog to do something about it?" Avery cooed.

"No." James shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly as he cocked his hip.

"No?" Snape asked with a raised eyebrow. "Oh, poor little Potter thinks he can do something about it by himself," he mocked.

"And what are you going to possibly do?" Mulciber laughed but it died on his tongue as the bullet pierced his brain.

James had his pistol out and ready before he even started talking, not that any of them noticed. He was the picture of nonchalance as he returned his pistol to its holder. It didn't take long for the other two to realise what happened after his body fell to the ground. By that time, James had his dagger in hand and was waiting for them to make the next move.

It was Avery who charged at him with a knife of his own. James was surprised that neither of them thought to bring a fucking gun with them, not that he wasn't grateful. James preferred his dagger anyway. He preferred getting up close and personal with them. A firearm was too impersonal most of the time but it was effective when he wanted to make a quick point that couldn't be misinterpreted.

"I'm going to fucking kill you!" Avery shrieked.

James adjusted his stance and flipped the dagger in his hand so the blade was concealed by his forearm and made it easier to slice when needed. He smirked and beckoned them forward with his other hand in a 'Give me your best shot' motion. He let Avery get close enough to swipe his blade and nearly catch James in his side but James was quicker and sliced a long gash into his back as he stumbled past him.

Avery screamed and when James looked back to see him on the ground, Snape snuck up behind him and caught him in the side. It wasn't deep but it was enough to sting and bleed. James turned towards him with a glare two seconds before he connected his fist with Snape's nose, shattering it on impact.

James smirked while Snape grabbed his nose. James stalked towards him to punch him again but clearly, Avery didn't know how to stay down and punched James in the ribs. Two against one wasn't fair but it also wasn't anything James hadn't dealt with before. He growled as he grabbed Avery by the back of the neck and slammed his face into the building next to them, dragging it along until he was next to Snape. Snape was trying to stand up but James planted the sole of his boot into his back to keep him down.

"How's this for tough?" James asked calmly as he slit Avery's throat and watched the life drain from his eyes.

James tossed his limp body aside and focused his attention back on Snape, who was trying to crawl away from him.

"As for you," James bent down, grabbed him by his hair and yanked him back up. "You're going to deliver a little message for me."

"I'm not doing shit for you," Snape spat and James smiled devilishly.

That was exactly the response he was hoping for. James pinned him up against the wall and used his body as a punching bag, landing punch after punch until he was limp in James' hands. As much as he wanted to just kill all three, he needed to make a point. James was covered in blood and had a few scraps but nothing he couldn't take care of when he got back to the safe house.

"Let's try this again. You got your listening ears on now?" James asked as he slapped Snape until he fluttered his eyes open.

"You tell Bella that we decline her offer. There is nothing that they can offer for the Black Brothers to return to them and the next time she sends a weakling into my territory, she'll get the remains in pieces one by one until my point is made clear," James spoke in a tone that was so deadly calm that you could hear a pin drop on a pillow before Snape nodded slightly and James dropped him onto the ground and watched him scramble back to where he came from.

James was securing his dagger back into its holster on his arm when his Bluetooth rang.

"Did you enjoy that?" Sirius asked with a laugh in his ear.

"Is that even a question?" James countered as he picked up the casing off the ground.

He didn't need to since Sirius was nearby for cleanup but it was habit. He'll leave the bullet for Sirius to find though.

"Reggie is with Remus but he keeps trying to leave."

"Yeah, I'm on my way back now," James remarked as he headed out of the alley and back towards the safe house.

It didn't take him long to get there. When he walked inside, he could hear Regulus arguing with Remus to let him leave. Luckily, Remus was just as stubborn as Regulus. James shook his head as he took off his boots and the bag from his back before he walked to the bedroom.

"Love, stop arguing with Remus," James remarked from the door frame he was leaning against.

"Jamie," Regulus said with so much relief in his voice that it broke James' heart a little to make him worry. "You're bleeding."

"Yeah, you should see the other guy," James smirked and Regulus threw a pillow at him before he winced from the pain again. "Okay, that's enough of that. Lay back and let me take care of you."

"I can take care of myself," Regulus grumbled.

Remus quietly left the room after checking that James was okay. James brought the bag over to the bed and started laying out the supplies next to it. He lifted Regulus' shirt to see how his wound was healing. It still looked an angry red and would most likely scar. James removed the bandage before he cleaned the dried blood and applied a healing salve to soothe the redness and help the swelling go down before he placed a new bandage to keep out anything that would infect it.

While James was working, Regulus was trying not to flinch but no matter how many times you get shot or stabbed it still fucking hurts. When James was finished with Regulus, he took off his bloodied shirt and tossed it to the side before he looked in the mirror to assess the damage now that the adrenaline had worn off.

"Who the fuck cut you?" Regulus asked angrily.

James looked down at the cut right above his left hip and sighed, "Snape."

"I'm gonna kill him," Regulus spat as he tried to get out of bed again.

"If he's not dead already," James mused as he thought about how he should have killed him as well.

"You didn't kill him?"

"No, I sent him back with a message for your dear cousin, Bella."

"Why do you get to have all of the fun?" Regulus pouted.

"I don't have all the fun, baby. I just don't antagonise the rival gang for the hell of it."

James walked over to the bed to kiss the pout away. When he pulled away, Regulus reached out to trace the cut gently with a sad expression on his face.

"I still want to kill him."

"I know you do, baby."

Also posted on Ao3: Should Have Listened

[rose24207]

DAMNNNN

Y’all are crazyyyyy!!! 500 followers omgg whattttt???

Thank you all sooo much!! You guys know I appreciate every like, comment, repost and request but I still can’t thank you enough!! I didn’t plan for this account to hit so many followers lmfaoooo!!

You guys are the bestttt!! Love y’allllll 🥹🫶🏻

~R

[ofseaandstarz]

hey gang

lowkey feel bad i haven’t posted anything about my jegulus fic since the og post

so here’s the pinterest board and name reveal

drum roll please 🥁🥁🥁

A Sea Of Drowning Stars

i’ve written around 1300 ish words but not enough to end the chapter but it’ll be out soon!!!

im tagging a couple people who seemed interested soreu if y’all don’t wanna be tagged just lmk!

@takemetoterrasenpls @olivias-ramblings @sks40028052 @ahuman1020 @spicybearnaise

(also another collage!!)