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[behindthesefangirleyes]

Just started reading your marauders fic and I was suprised by the pairing. What made you decide to do James and Regulus?

Hi! This is a rambling answer, so fair warning.

Honestly, it wasn’t a long, thought-out decision. I was a massive Jily shipper when I first joined the Marauders fandom around 2008-14. Then after I returned to Marauders fics during the lockdown, I discovered the ship demographics were different.

I had only heard of Jegulus from Choices at that point (and would not go on to read Zep’s stories until after I had to remove mine), but I thought it might be interesting to explore how Jegulus as a couple could survive a read-the-books theme.

As an aside, I still very much want to return to this series. I need to determine the how/when, but it’s still on my mind!

[heyybeach]

Growing up is actually just enjoying the exact same things you enjoyed at 14 years old, but in a more gay way

[nicolinocolino]

[hanneliza]

sirius black 🖤🚬 🐾

[number1abbasupporter]

Sirius: i’m gay

James: that’s cool mate

James: everyone has gay thoughts though

Remus:

Peter:

Sirius:

Remus: boy do i have news for you

[cairsns]

Regulus who brews Amortentia repeatedly the year before he died because that was the only way for him to smell James

[ultravioletbrit]

“room” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 324 words

Regulus is sitting on the floor reading and James is laying on the couch behind him, his fingers carding through Regulus’ hair. Regulus finishes his book and wants a new one but doesn’t feel like moving yet so he scans his books from where he’s sitting. His eyes make their way up one bookshelf and down another then back and forth across a third shelf. He looks at the books on the end table, on the floor by the armchair and under the coffee table before thinking about the books in the bedroom.

“James?” James hums in response. “I think if we ever get a bigger flat, I want a room for my books.” Regulus tells him.

“You want a library?” James asks.

“No.” Regulus scoffs. “I do not want a ‘library’. I’m not that pretentious. I just want a room with a bunch of bookshelves where I can meticulously organize my books. Maybe come up with some sort of organization system. And probably an armchair or two so I can read in there if I want to.” Regulus explains. 

“Love. That’s a library.” James tells him.

“It is not.” Regulus says a bit petulantly.

“Okay, what would you call it then?” James asks and Regulus hesitates.

“It’s… it’s a… a book room.” Regulus fumbles.

“A book room, huh?” James mocks and Regulus whips around to face him.

“Yes!” He hisses. “Regulus’ Super Special Book Room. No Jameses Allowed.” Regulus glares at him.

James is not deterred by Regulus’ glare at all and barely tries to stifle his snickering. Regulus gets off the floor and unceremoniously drops himself on top of James.

“Shut it, Potter. Can I have a library or not?” Regulus continues to glare.

James wraps his arms around Regulus’ waist. “We would absolutely get a flat big enough for your super special book room, love.”

“Good.” Regulus nods once, then snuggles up beside James.

“Will I be allowed in the book room?” James asks shyly.

“We’ll see.”

[dreamingofmarauders]

You Belong With Me

James Potter x Reader

Summary: In which despite having rejected you, James feels the uttermost jealousy of someone else being near you

Warnings: Jealousy, rejection, angry/a bit possessive James Potter, regret, arguing, cussing, crying (Let me know if I missed anything)

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: I honestly don’t even know what I was thinking then, but this idea just randomly hit me so here it is lol. Hope you enjoy! ❤️

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

•❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅•

James tightened his hold on his glass of Firewhiskey, his gaze piercing dangerously as he watched you get too close with another guy. He clenched his jaw, downing his drink in one go before he tossed the glass back on the table, rage filling his whole being.

He had no right to feel like this. After all, he was supposed to be in love with Lily, not you. At least, that's what he kept trying to tell himself but as he watched you drape your arms around a Slytherin, both swaying to the music, he felt nothing but pure hatred for the male and absolute jealousy.

You should be in James' arms, not his.

James clenched his jaw, shutting his eyes as he inwardly groaned, as it came back to him once again, the memory so vivid it was as if the young Potter was reliving it once again.

You and James leaned against the railing of the Astronomy Tower, your eyes fixated upon the captivating night sky. You turned your head to look at the hazel eyed beside you, who gazed up at the twinkling stars with a soft smile sitting upon his lips. You and James had been best friends since you were children and your bond only deepened during the many years you spent together at Hogwarts. It was a weekly tradition for the two of you to stargaze together.

Your heart fluttered at the content expression on James' face, nothing but adoration in your eyes for him. Over the years, you didn't realize when but you had fallen for your best friend.

You were in love with James Potter.

However you kept that secret locked away in your heart, knowing James had been chasing after the redhead, Lily Evans, since you all were eleven.

Now as you admired James, the ways his lips curved or the twinkle in his hazel eyes, or his always messy black locks, or the way a dimple appeared whenever he smiled, the words slipped past your lips before you could stop them.

"I love you."

Your eyes widened with horror as James' rounded at that as well, turning to look at you in surprise.

You had mentioned many times how much you loved him but what caught James off guard this time was the way you spoke the words, the emotion behind them indicating a whole other meaning, a confession of you being in love with him.

"What?" He breathed out.

You sighed, knowing it was useless to deny it.

"I am in love with you, James."

"No." James uttered out in horror, taking a step back, causing a crack to form in your heart. "You can't be in love with me. I-I only love Lily."

Despite knowing the truth, your heart still shattered at the words that passed his lips, your eyes brimming up with tears.

Why had you even dared to hope he may reciprocate your feelings?

"I love Lily, Y/n. I could never love you." He said, as the tears slid down your cheeks. "I'm sorry." And with that James spun on his heels and hurried away, leaving you to stare after him, utterly heartbroken.

You had destroyed your own relationship with James, severing off the threads that had bonded the two of you together since forever.

You angrily wiped your face.

Why did every force in the universe always have to work against you?

The two of you haven't spoken since. James seethed as he watched Rosier pull you closer, but what really ticked him off was that your gaze had connected with his, and he knew that you knew what James was really feeling as you observed his very red face, before you inched your face closer to the Slytherin's.

That was the final straw for James Potter.

He immediately took a step in your direction but a hand latched onto his arm, rooting him to the spot.

"Mate, calm down."

James' furious gaze flickered to see who had dared to stop him, his eyes finding the silvery grey irises of his best friend.

Sirius knew exactly what had transpired, all the Marauders did. After all, you had been a fifth of their group, and your absence had impacted them all.

"Prongs, you need to calm down." Sirius instructed again, carefully analyzing James' facial expression.

This only angered the young Potter.

"Stay out of this, Black." He spat out and shrugged off Sirius' hand, ignoring his friend's protests.

James strutted over to you with nothing but fury and jealousy blinding him. When he reached you and Rosier, he shoved the Slytherin back, who shot the Gryffindor a death glare, grabbed your wrist and dragged you through the crowd of bustling and dancing teenagers, ignoring your protests. He finally dropped his hand from you when the two of you were in the silent corridor outside the Gryffndor common room.

You glared at James, who was staring back at you intensely, his jaw clenched.

"What the fuck, Potter?!" You yelled.

"What the fuck were you doing with that Rosier?! You were doing it on purpose!" James retorted back, silencing you for a mere moment before your face hardened.

"I can do whatever the hell I want, Potter, you have absolutely no right over my life!" You screamed at him, throwing your hands up in anger. "You told me you don't love me, you pushed me away, so how in the world do you get to decide what I can do and whom I can be with?! Why does it bother you so much?!" You shrieked at him.

However the next second, your back was pressed against the cold stone wall as James closed the distance between the two of you, caging you in his arms as his lips pressed to yours. You tried to resist, knowing this wouldn't end well, but the feel of him on you ignited a fire that yearned for more and your hands slithered to lock behind his neck, as you both poured out all your emotions into the kiss.

When the need for oxygen became great, the two of you pulled away, James placing his forehead against yours, as the both of you panted.

"This isn't fair to me, James." You breathed out, your eyes brimming once again. "You can't say you want Lily but then not let me live my life either." A tear slid down your cheek as your voice became heavy with emotion.

James lifted his head back, raising his hand to softly brush away your tears, placing a kiss on both of your cheeks before he peered into your y/e/c eyes, his gaze so intense that it seemed he was looking right into your soul.

"I am so sorry, love. I was wrong. I kept telling myself that it's Lily, but," He shook his head rather vigorously, "I've missed you more than ever since that day. My heart keeps calling out to you and I tried to push it down, but seeing you with another made me fully realize that there is no one else I would rather have than you." He confessed, placing his hand on your cheek, relishing in the way you leaned into his touch.

He continued, whilst lovingly caressing your cheek.

"My life is colorless and dull without you, y/n/n. I want you, darling. I... I love you." James uttered out, watching your face flood with astonishment, noticing the way you had stilled in his hold. Knowing he couldn't lose your attention, he went on, "I know I was an absolute jerk to you that day and today, but I promise you my love, if you give me the chance, I will spend the rest of my life, spend each day proving to you how much I really do care for you." James professed, his heart pounding heavily as he awaited your response.

You stared at him in complete shock, eyes round, making James afraid that he had truly lost you for good. However, a rush of relief flooded James' body when your beautiful lips slowly curved up into a tiny smile.

"I'll give you one chance, Jamie, just one."

The biggest smile you had ever seen graced James' face at your answer, and he cupped both your cheeks, "Thank you! Thank you!" He lifted you off the floor, spinning you around before he gracefully set you back on your feet, his arms going to settle around your waist. "I promise you that you will not regret this, darling."

And James Potter lived up to his promise, as each day after that, he made sure to show you how much he truly did love you, and Merlin were you above the clouds to have landed the man of your dreams, disbelief still clawing at you from time to time that James Potter loved you back just as much as you loved him.

•❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅•

[littleliterarylesbian]

James: Just got told to kms.

Sirius: Oh no! My poor prongsie! Are you okay?

James: Yeah, it was actually kind of hot.

Remus: You have had more than enough parental love in your life, I do not know why you act like this.

[apoetsworld]

Sorry to all those "sirius can sing" stans...but headcannon sirius black sounds like a dying cat singing in the shower and he thinks he sounds angelic...and james changes the subject when he brings it up, peter runs out of the room and remus never shuts up ab how he actually sounds like he's being murdered when he sings "Is there Life On Mars?" by David Bowie

[behindthesefangirleyes]

Reading Jegulus again makes me want to get back into mapping out my new story. I deeply miss those characters. It’s just so involved & frankly, time-consuming.

[ecstarry]

"The Lap Dance" Mature // 485 words

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. James had never felt as lucky as he did right then and there. He looked around and could see that everyone was cheering, but he was too fucking dizzy and horny to actually make sense of the noise. 

He was in a chair, a little drunk, and with a semi-hard as he watched Regulus slowly approaching him. First, taking off his jacket and throwing it at Barty who whistled and licked the fucking thing. 

Regulus was wearing a shirt, emphasis on was, because he took it off and James’ gaze watched as it fell on the floor. A shirtless Regulus was approaching him, he had never wanted this bad to be sober, he desperately wished to take every single second of this in. 

James made a mental note to thank Peter for winning that beer pong round against Regulus and then to thank Dorcas for suggesting this as the punishment. 

The second the tip of Regulus’ finger touched his chin, James’ cock twitched. In a moment, Regulus wasn’t just touching him, but he was on top of him. He was sitting on his lap, moving his hips, ass entirely resting on top of James’ cock as he danced to a song James was not paying attention to. 

Regulus took James’ hand and pressed it against his bare chest. Regulus threw his head back as he guided James’ palm all over him. 

“Are you enjoying this?” Regulus asked, laughing. 

James had never seen Regulus like this, letting go, enjoying himself. He seemed to be having just as much of a good time as James. 

The only thing James could make sense of in that moment was how fucking amazing Regulus felt under his touch. Regulus leaned in and his hands traveled all the way from James’ back to his ass. James closed his eyes and when he opened them he watched as Regulus held up not only James’ wallet but he had taken out a dollar. 

Regulus put the money in his mouth and grabbed James' chin. He moved close enough for James to take the bill with his teeth. 

“Now place it wherever you want, Jamie,” Regulus whispered in his ear. 

James was a stuttering mess at that point, but he would take advantage of this moment up to the last second. He wrapped his arms around Regulus’ waist and laid him back delicately, with his free hand he slightly opened Regulus’ zipper and placed the bill right there, before zipping it back up. 

Regulus let out a delicious noise, James wanted to get more out of him, he want- 

“Time's up!” Someone screamed and James was ready to commit murder.

Regulus patted James' chin and stood up. “Well, that was fun.”

James carefully stored this memory to relive it over and over again the moment he had some time alone with his hand and his thoughts. 

“Yeah, it really was.” 

[courfee]

Here’s the thing nobody tells you about living. It’s easy, really, once you get the hang of it.

— orange slices and sunrises by @messymoony <333

[futurequibblerjournalist]

sirius orion black < 3

parental issues king and general menace

[jellyfishsempai]

Just casually not sleeping so that I can finish drawing a scene from this DEVASTATING CHAPTER

I’m a puddle on the floor

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

james has a tattoo somewhere on his lower torso of sirius' name in his big loopy fancy handwriting