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Prompt 21 - Core

@jegulus-microfic July 21, Word count 492

The heat wave had finally broken, which meant that James could run in the park again. He’d walked into the small clump of trees where he liked to start his run. He began his stretches, pulling his muscles to start warming them up so he didn’t hurt himself when he ran. He put his hand against one of the oak trees as he started his final stretch, when an apple core fell on his head. 

“Hey, what the hell?!” He looked up into the branches, searching for an overconfident pigeon or something. Instead, he spotted a pair of wide grey eyes. “Hey, you up there, did you really need to throw your rubbish at me?” When he didn’t get an answer, he picked up the apple core and threw it back where it came from. 

“Ouch! AHHHHHH!” The man in the tree cried as the apple core collided with him, and he toppled out of the tree. James rushed forward and caught him in his arms before he could hit the ground. “You absolute oaf! It was an accident! I didn’t mean to drop it. I didn’t know you were there. Then I looked down and you were right beneath me. It made me jump.” The man grumbled at him, but James barely heard anything the man was saying. James had gotten lost in his eyes. 

“Want to go get a coffee?” He asked, cutting off the man’s explanation. 

“What?” The man asked, perplexed. 

“Do you want to go get a coffee with me?” James repeated. The man’s face flushed a beautiful delicate pink. James’s heart picked up, thumping hard in his chest. 

“Oh, er, yeah, sure, I’m Regulus, my name that is. My name is Regulus,” Regulus babbled. 

“James Potter,” James introduced himself as he gently put Regulus back on his feet. “There’s a café just on the corner that my friends own, 'Howlin' at the Moon'. They do a mean ham and cheese toastie.” 

“Howlin' at the Moon?” Regulus asked. 

“Yeah, their coffee is so strong you’ll be howling at the moon because you can’t sleep.” James chuckled, Remus and Sirius had come up with it after Remus had tested too much of their special brew and cursed at the moon. He was up for 48 hours straight. They had a huge student following.”

“Sounds intriguing,” Regulus said, “Lead the way.” 

James led Regulus across the park and into the little café. 

“Hey, Prongs, find a seat. I’ll be with you in a minute,” Remus called over a sea of heads. 

“Sure thing, Moony,” James waved at him and wandered over to his favourite seat. 

“James!” Sirius yelled excitedly as he bounded over and hugged him. “What can I get you?” Regulus moved uncomfortably beside him and Sirius’s eyes zeroed in on him. “Reggie?” He asked in surprise. James spun to look at Regulus. He was that Regulus? 

“Hello, Sirius,” Regulus sighed wearily. Well, this was about to get interesting.  

Next part

[ecstarry]

regulus being an absolute menace when drunk, he has never heard of personal space, not with james. there is nothing that will stand between him and his man. like clingy does not cut it, he is fully attempting to climb james every chance he gets but james loves this so much, he's happy to be a tree for reg to climb, his lap's only purpose is to be a seat for reg and he does not need his hands for anything other than touching his boyfriend all the fucking time

[not-rab]

[b0wi3sgir1]

James: I have a very specific type.

Sirius: oh yeah? Like what?

James: oh y’know… polite, handsome, athletic.. that sort of thing.

Regulus (on his time of the month) stumbling and falling over a tree root: motherfucking shit cocksucking LITTLE TREE CUNT!

James: *heart eyes* that one. I want that one.

Sirius: *flabbergasted*

[norry-yippee]

Sirius was the one with the knife Regulus was the one being chased

[regscupid]

1/7 prompt: headache (1113 words) - @jegulus-microfic

Every year at the start of football season, Regulus’ university team holds its annual Boy Toy Charity Auction. A makeshift stage and runway are set up in whatever large, open space the event planners can secure and the players are sent out, one by one, to sell themselves to the highest bidder for the night. It’s a win for everyone really– the money goes to a good cause, the bidders get to go on dates with their pick of ‘the hottest guys on campus’, and the football players get nice, long, strokes to their egos. Regulus couldn’t have cared less about the whole thing.

And yet, here he stands in a room packed tight with people who have spent the whole night ready to throw their money at every attractive man to walk down the runway, too-loud music and voices speaking over each other sending Regulus hurtling towards a headache. Most players have already been bid on, and Regulus can feel himself getting restless.

He only came because Sirius insisted. Absolutely not because James, Sirius’ best friend and the guy he’d been mildly pining over since he was twelve, would be a part of the auction. Even less so because there had been a recent shift in their relationship, barely concealed hope growing a bit with every interaction between them. He wasn’t desperate to see who would bet on James, and how James reacted to it. Not at all.

“Do you think they’ll bid out the sound guy?” Sirius cranes his neck to get a good look at the tall man on the side of the stage, clearly trying to do as much of his job as possible without being seen. Regulus recognizes him immediately as Remus Lupin, the TA in one of his classes.

Regulus scowls, “I don’t know? I don’t care.”

Sirius bites his lip, still distracted by Remus when Regulus’ words seem to register. He turns back to Regulus, squinting. “Just because you’re getting impatient waiting for your choice bid doesn’t mean you get to have an attitude. No one likes a grouch.”

“I’m not bidding on him,” he mumbles.

Sirius nods with a look of mock contemplation, “So you’re fine with someone else bidding on him then?”

Regulus ignores the way his face heats up and his chest tightens at the thought, rolling his eyes.

“I’ll live.”

The music fades as the man at the podium begins to announce the next player.

“Alright, this is our last boy for the night, so get excited and turn out those pockets! Remember, this is for a good cause!” The music swells as the crowd cheers.

James Potter has always thrived on attention. Regulus figured it had to be some mix of being an only child and being as attractive he is. It had to have gone to his head.

So, it’s unsurprising when he bounds onto the stage, smile blinding as people in the crowd whoop and wolf whistle. Regulus watches dumbfounded as he struts to the end of the runway, before reaching down and pulling his jersey over his head, revealing the “BOY TOY” painted across his chest.

“Here we have team captain and heartthrob, James Potter! Do we have a first bid?” The announcer has to all but yell into the microphone to be heard over the crowd.

“Eighty dollars!”

“Jesus,” Sirius laughs. Regulus is not laughing.

“Eighty dollars! Do I hear eighty-five?”

Panic grips Regulus as the bid gets higher and higher. Most bids that night hadn't even reached eighty dollars, yet alone started there. Before his senses can kick in, he’s calling out a bid of his own.

“One hundred and ten!” Just out of the corner of his eye, he sees Sirius turn toward him, mouth agape. His face burns, and he can’t look at James, but he has already committed to it.

“One hundred ten! Is there a one-fifteen?

“One hundred and fifty dollars!” a woman somewhere in the crowd calls. Regulus grits his teeth.

“One-eighty,”

“One-ninety!”

Regulus groans under his breath, too aware that he only had two hundred dollars in his wallet at the moment. He turns to Sirius, who's watching with wide eyes and an amused grin. “Do you have cash on you?”

“Yeah, fifty. Why?”

“Give it to me.”

“What? No.”

“Please for the love of god, Sirius, I’ll pay you back and introduce you to the sound guy, I know him. Just do this one thing for me.”

“One-ninety going once!”

“Fine.”

“Two-fifty!”

When no one attempts to outbid him, Regulus lets out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding in since the bidding started. He finally looks at James as he begins walking backward on the runway. His smile has turned into a smirk, and he winks at Regulus before turning around and jogging backstage. Regulus’ stomach curls into not entirely unpleasant knots.

“I can’t believe I just agreed to give you fifty bucks to get with my best friend.” Sirius mumbles, before a slightly delirious laugh bubbles out of him. “I knew you couldn’t handle someone else bidding on him.”

Regulus chooses not to respond, only shoving his arm instead.

Everyone begins clearing out, either disappointed that they didn’t win any dates, celebrating their winning bids, or simply buzzing from the dramatic end to it all.

“Better go see your ‘date’. Tell Prongs to have you home by midnight or I’ll hunt you both down.”

Regulus scowls, but there's no real bite to it, the nerves beginning to get to him. He says goodnight, then works his way to the table set up next to one of the doors for payment. Just as he’s finished telling the woman his name and handing over the money, he catches James standing a few feet behind him. His arms are crossed over his chest and Regulus has to try very hard not to look down at his biceps. Not that looking at his grin dead-on was much better.

“If you wanted to go on a date that bad you could’ve just asked, you didn’t have to drop two hundred and fifty dollars on me.”

Regulus is hyper-aware of the woman sitting there watching them. So, with the payment all taken care of, he steps away from the table, expecting James to follow him out of the building. He does.

“Don’t get a big head about it.”

James rests his hand on his chest and faux-gasps, “How can I not when the Regulus Black wants that badly to go on a date with me?”

“...Do you think they do refunds?”

“No, you’re stuck with me.” James’ smile softens, and Regulus can’t help the small smile that pulls at his own lips.

[darkcrowprincess]

Regulus Black to James Potter:

[marylily-my-beloved]

Family tree (intro) = Andromeda 

These crosses all over my body, remind me of who I used to be 

Andromeda always had scars, whether mental or physical, that she couldn’t heal. She didn’t know why, not even magic worked. Everyday when she looked in the mirror, she saw them, and in those scars she saw her family, and her old life. 

Jesus can always reject his father 

Andromeda escaped them, escaped their politics, their life, she had truly escaped them and rejected who she could’ve been. 

But he cannot escape his mothers blood 

Yet Andromeda couldn’t get their stain off of her, they were always going to be with her.  Toujours Pur. She would still never be pure. In her own standards, and in theirs. 

He’ll scream and try and wash it off of his fingers 

In the first of weeks when she had escaped she could feel them everywhere, hear them everywhere. She tried so hard to forget everything she had been taught, and it wasn’t supposed to be that hard. She was stained by them anyways, she couldn’t just leave without some bits of them clinging onto her. 

But he’ll never escape what he’s made up of 

Andromeda could hear their voices, yelling at her. It was even worse because Bellatrix and Narcissa tried so hard to go up to her during school. At some point they had given up, just shit-talking her to others. She couldn’t ever escape them it seemed. Even years and years after, the Family Name still got to her. They didn’t know her as Andromeda Tonks, they knew her as the blood-traitor, Andromeda Black. 

The Fates already fucked me sideways

She would never get a normal life because of them. Andromeda had escaped their house, but not them. It had seemed like Fate was always destined to hurt her. 

He’ll laugh and say ‘you know I raised you better than this’ 

She became the example of ‘not pure’, the example of a bad person in their eyes. Regulus and Sirius were taught not to be like her, and for Sirius she was the example to look up to. Draco never knew of her, until later, and still then Narcissa told him not to be like her. 

Than leave me hanging so they all can laugh at me

Andromeda became the laughing stock of the Sacred 28, the one who tried to escape. She became the laughing stock of the Black Family too, they all laughed at her attempts to leave them, knowing that she would never truly escape them. She became the laughing stock of the school, every pure blood made fun of her, luckily it was only her last year. She lost all her friends, everyone. All she had was Ted.  —-

I know this is a bit wordy but I tried lol 😭 I’ve had this in my head for sooo long and I finally wrote it down !!

[starsarestories]

Does anyone have any cute Jegulus or wolfstar Christmas fic recs? I'm making my list for nov-dec time ☺️

[smthabsolutelyunhinged]

guys i want mutuals that i chat with who interact with my blogs and ask me stuff and will be my buddies- also asks, i want them. i want to ramble and rant and talk about stuff with people who also want to rant and and ramble and talk about stuff PLEASE how do i get people to see and interact with me? i need to know i need to learn

[crrrybaby-ao3]

New mood boards. This time I was inspired by the Black sisters. Each of them has a certain mood, plus I’m satisfied with the fancast.

I’m still thinking which characters to do next, because I do enjoy making these mood boards.

Which one you like the most? My personal favorite is Bellatrix. But tbh, I like them all. With Meda I was going for soft cottage core at first, but then changed my mind. Well, anyway.

[snorp-snorp]

10 year-old Sirius: Hey Reggie, guess what!

8 year-old Regulus: What?

Sirius: Noooo, you have to guess :D

Regulus: Um, I don’t know- Mother and Father are going on vacation?

Sirius: Wrong!!

Sirius: Grandfather Pollux died in his sleep last night :D

Regulus, traumatized: WHY WOULD YOU MAKE ME GUESS THAT⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️

[messervixen]

The giving tree is so James Potter coded what

Take absolutely everything that I have so that I can be helpful to you because if there’s nothing that I can do for you, then there’s no reason for you to want to be around me and I have no purpose in life.

[binvibin]

walburga saw herself in sirius, and she enjoyed that. she liked thinking about who he’d become and how he’d bring pride to the black family like she did. when regulus was born, all she saw was alphard, her little brother, who had not married or had children, who had openly argued that he didn’t care about their family legacy, who she couldn’t manipulate. sirius was born great in her eyes, regulus always had to work for it.

[sevilynne]

It's funny that Regulus and Sirius are both brothers and cousins XD

[starchasersunseeker]

So do we all agree that Reggie is his most affectionate self when he's either drunk or in his post orgasm bliss? Like we can't be in minority in this right??

Anyway fucking love it when that happens in a fic please give me more of it lol