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[ecstarry]

@into-the-jeggyverse / fit / 442 words / @graverobbber

Regulus stared at himself once more. As if the mirror he had seen himself growing up in would suddenly speak to him. Maybe if he stared long enough Regulus could see what he wanted. Would that make him less afraid? Knowing?

He looked over at the clock and huffed as he realized how long he had been paralyzed. He would never accept it to anyone, but sometimes, he wished magic was real. Maybe having a know-it-all mirror wasn’t as bad as Snow White made it out to be. He wanted someone to answer the question he never seemed to be able to answer. 

What do you want?

Maybe if magic was real then his life would be easier. Maybe he wouldn’t have hated his parents, maybe Sirius wouldn’t have left, maybe he could’ve protected him. Maybe he would’ve created a potion that would make you tell the truth and take it. Would he stop lying to himself then?

He dreamed about a world with magic because then maybe he could charm his heart to grow. A big enough heart to fit James’ love. His current one was cramped, dusty, with only one small corner in use and it was for Sirius. If it wasn’t big enough for his brother, then it would never be big enough for James. 

Regulus had always known ‘want’. He knew it desperately, but he never stopped to think what to do if he ever got there. A possibility too far fetched to cross his mind.

Almost as is if he had been reaching for the top shelf, obsessed with what he might find there. Eventually he forgot he was ever looking for something. Reaching was enough, trying was enough, even if he would never get there. 

Except one day, he woke up and he was tall enough to reach the top, yet too scared to actually take anything. 

In there was James. Shiny and perfect on the top shelf, waiting for Regulus to simply take him. 

What if he breaks it? What if he breaks him? 

Regulus remained still. In front of the mirror, thinking about the shelf, about magic, about James.

He ambled towards his kitchen and almost laughed as he got on his toes and failed to reach his favorite wine glass on his cupboard.

“Here, love.” 

James was home.

He stood there shiny and perfect. He effortlessly reached for the glass and handed it to Regulus. 

“You know I can get it for you, right?” 

Regulus reached for James and wrapped himself around his arms. “Yes, love.” 

There, in his kitchen, with no magic other than James’ voice, Regulus’ heart grew. It had enough space to fit James.

[saltwater-moon]

“i have an announcement to make,” i say into the mic. the audience is looking at me like i grew a second head. “we need more reggie in microskirts!” i yell passionately. the security starts running to the podium. “listen to me!” i shout louder. “this is what james potter would have wanted! he’s a skirt-obsessed frea—!” i scream on top of my lungs before they drag me away.

thank you. have a nice day.

[marlsgncwifey]

My first time fic posting kinda nervous </3

I had a concept idea for a Frozen AU fic mainly of Jegulus but with background Wolfstar, Marylily (or Pandalily?) Dorlene, Rosekiller and so on. Here’s my start! Let me know if you’d appreciate a fic like this <3

⭐️ Word Count = 638 ⭐️

TW - Reference to abuse and classism

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Regulus Arcturus Black was to be crowned king in 1 year, 10 months, and 4 days.

Until then? He had work to do.

Frost had settled in heaps in his bones, his blood had become entrusted with frozen, icy crystals, his touch was like hail, and where his heart should be, a tall, deep, twisting glacier had made itself comfortable, resting in the cavern of his chest.

The winter had become intertwined with his soul.

Failing crops, freezing peasants, iced over oceans that meant no overseas shipments or fishing voyages. Overall, Arendele was hardly a year from total collapse and that was if they got lucky. The country had food reserves and (for now) large reserves of funds to trade or build bridges. Along with their neighbouring countries that were cordial to the highest extent of the word.

If he didn’t do something about this, Arendele wouldn’t make it to his coronation. Part of him didn’t mind that because right now he had far too much on his plate to manage a country that was actively taking bounds down the downward spiral. Regulus had to do something.

See, Regulus had a secret that the public didn’t know.

He knew the exact cause of the eternal winter. He knew who caused the eternal winter. Sirius Orion Black. His own big brother. Even thinking about him made the ice in his blood grow thicker and more solid now. It had been two years since his brother had stepped down from royalty and ran off with his tail between his legs, escaping the castle and all of the grimy hands and faces and expectations along with it. Sirius had gotten away and dropped every last one of his responsibilities as a soon to be monarch and son of Walburga and Orion Black (which was an entire new undertaking on its own) to Regulus.

Regulus who let himself be moulded by the weight of royalty. Regulus who had always begged for his parent’s appreciation. Regulus who couldn’t pretend to be amicable to save his life. Regulus who hated large gatherings. Regulus who had deep green eyes and loose curly hair. Regulus who was only sixteen. Regulus who was Sirius’ little brother.

And most of all? Regulus who was out for blood.

It didn't take him very long to figure all this out because to him, it was glaringly obvious. The only prince with powerful and dangerous ice magic. Daily he wonders how the people of Arendele never noticed that the old prince was hiding a large, frosty secret because it seemed entirely implausible for Regulus to have just one day, appeared with a large white streak in his once jet-black hair and the eyelashes of his left eye and chunks of his eyebrow even whiter.

Unsurprisingly, his parents had tried every type of dye that the country had to offer and any and every spell in their dust-ridden old books that could hope to keep his face looking the same. No hope. Every new dye would slide right off, every spell would just make him sick.

By the time they had given up, Regulus would’ve sworn his hair looked lighter than before. Eventually they announced that he had been wanting to make himself stand out as the ‘one-day leader of the City in the Sea’. He was shocked to his very core that it had worked - and that the people had no questions about the way the siblings did not appear in public at all for the next few weeks. Or that when they did, they hardly moved their fingers and Sirius, who already looked like he had been dunked in a tub of white wall paint, looked a little more gaunt and ghostly than he did before. Fools, each and every one of them.

Sigh. He should get to work.

[winnienora14]

I just know for a fact the Black Brothers have absolutely scrumptious asses

Like their such pretty booties

Don’t even joke about this

[thecollectibles]

Art by RAB

[arcturismm]

i need a fic where Jegulus are so into each other but they don’t do anything in fear of Sirius not accepting it but their pining is so embarrassing that it makes Sirius speedrun the five stages of grief to manipulate them into a relationship just for his peace of mind

[starrysillhoutte]

regulus black would be that one mf who could speak your native language better than you

[outromoony]

Transgender Regulus who becomes an Animagus and bursts into tears when he realizes his cat form is male because it finally feels like everything makes sense.

[myrows]

The power this trio has over me

[ecstarry]

@into-the-jeggyverse // out // 245 words (old prompt but it worked)

“I just feel so fucking clingy.” James said, collapsing on the bed. 

“So?” Regulus replied. He tugged at James’ shirt, but the brown-eyed man resisted Regulus' gesture. 

“This is the part where you reassure me and tell me that I'm not clingy.” James pouted.

“But you are.” Regulus laughed. 

He pulled James harder this time. James rendered under his touch but refused to look at him. 

“Really?” His mouth downturned in an instant. 

“That’s not a bad thing, love.” Regulus’ hand reached for James’ chin, brushing his thumb carefully across his jaw. “I like you like that.”

“Clingy?” James’ eyes remained closely pressed together. 

“Yes.” Regulus promised. “I missed you this week.”  

James opened his eyes and pressed himself closer to Regulus, as if there was a magic comfort that only his boyfriend’s chest could provide. 

“So you don’t get annoyed?” 

“No, James.” Regulus said, running his fingers through James’ hair. 

“Not ever?” 

“Baby.” Regulus said, even softer this time, letting the love that only James was privy to linger on his tone. 

“Not even right now?”

“Let me repeat it.” Regulus took the back of James’ hand and pressed a gentle kiss. “Not-” he continued kissing James’ hand until he reached the tip of his index finger “- ever.” 

James moaned as Regulus’ tongue touched his finger, swirling around it. Regulus always knew how to get James out of his own head. 

“Can you keep repeating that?” James pleaded. 

“As much as you want, love.”

[saltwater-moon]

okay, regulus black

[fircbolts]

⋆｡°✩ r.a.b ✩°｡⋆

[the-person-that-did-that]

give me Regulus Black who runs the family business, iron face, not one of his workers has ever seen his expression change, the few who worked with his parents theorize it's the trauma from having people like that raise you (they're correct) those who didn't think he must be a vampire, and then, one day, in the middle of the board meeting, his phone rings, and not only does he pick it up, he SMILES

'Hey Jamie...I'm in a board meeting, could I call you back?...Yes... Sunday works, tell Amma I'll make a dessert... I'll call you back mon soleil...Alright, see you then, love you too'

and he hangs up, smiles at his phone, turns back to the room and suddenly his face could be carved from stone again

'Mulciber, what were you saying about this month's return rates?'

There is new company folklore about the boss's mysterious sun

[coren-art]

I accidentally forgot to post my other Twenty One Pilots works here earlier, so here you go: have a late Regional At Best homage.

And click for better quality if you wanna be able to read the lyrics!

[genderflouiid]

marauders as things my friends have said

barty: do you think that i’m a sunrise or a sunset?

regulus: i think that you’re a bitch

[regulvst]

BARTYLUSSS MY BABIES