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petitemistletoe · 5 months

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rewrite your elvis fic why’d you only call me when you’re high but with one of the marauders?

Title: Why'd You Only Call me When You're High?

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Warnings: smut, angst, drugs, old school rocker vibes

Word Count: 1.9K+

A/N: this could only be written about Sirius I'm sorry! He's so rockstar coded! happy holidays y'all :)

… The mirror's image, it tells me it's home time

But I'm not finished, 'cause you're not by my side

And as I arrived I thought I saw you leavin', carryin' your shoes

Decided that once again I was just dreamin' of bumpin' into you

… Now it's three in the mornin' and I'm tryin' to change your mind

Left you multiple missed calls and to my message, you reply

"Why'd you only call me when you're high?"

"Hi, why'd you only call me when you're high?"

Sirius finished his line of coke, flipping his head up and sniffing harshly. He gave himself a long look in the mirror. He looked great, obviously: leather jacket over a bare chest, a tangle silver and gold necklaces of varying lengths cascading down his neck to his chest. Most of his tattoos were visible and his pair of leather pants were impossibly tight. His fingers were adorned with a number of rings and his hair was that perfect combination of messed up and carefully styled. His eyeliner was smudged around his eyes and he couldn’t quite tell if his eyes were so dark from the eyeliner or from the lack of sleep.

Sirius couldn’t remember the last time he had had a solid night of sleep, but that was the nature of touring. Of course his bandmates weren’t like he was. James was boring and married with a kid, who Sirius obviously doted on, but James spent all his time when they weren’t performing or practicing with Lily and Harry. Remus was dating this guy Grant who really got under Sirius’s skin. Was it because Sirius and Remus had had a fling, an excellent mind-blowing fling, and when Remus pushed for more Sirius said no and Remus moved onto Grant? Maybe. Was it because Grant was disgustingly kind and sweet and felt like the absolute antithesis of Sirius? Maybe. Was it because Grant had gotten Remus into tea and biscuits rather than coke and pills? Maybe it was that too. And then there was Peter. Peter, bless his heart, tried his absolute best but the coke made his nose bleed, pills made him constipated, and liquor made him vomit. So most nights after a show, James would go home to Lily and Harry, Remus would go home to Grant, Peter would go home to god knows who (probably his cats or gerbils or whatever), and Sirius would go anywhere but home.

He had liked groupies, townies, the international girls and guys, but he liked you most of all. You were a bit of a forbidden fruit, you were his brother Regulus’s best friend, but that made it all the more appealing. Sirius only went home, only spent the night in his bed, if he knew you would be there too.

Sirius dialed your number as he made his way home in the backseat of his limo. He was rolling something that he wasn’t sure if it was a joint or a cigarette as the phone rang. He did a double take as he drove past Newt Scamander’s house. Newt Scamander was an old school rocker, a living legend basically, and even though he was a little past his prime looks-wise, he was still a sex symbol. But it wasn’t just Newt’s house that caused Sirius’s double take, it was the fact that he thought he saw walking out of Newt’s house, carrying your phone in one hand and your heels in the other. Sirius shook the thought from his brain, figuring that he was so high he probably just saw a tree branch or something. Sirius got your voicemail but he knew, despite the late hour, that you were not asleep. He dialed you again. And again. And again. Until finally he heard your voice.

“Why’d you only call me when you’re high?” You sounded annoyed but he just laughed it off as he walked into his house, stepping out of his boots and kicking them off somewhere, stripping his sweaty clothes haphazardly and letting them fall off his body haphazardly.

“That’s how you answer the phone? No hi?” Sirius teased, falling back on his bed and stretching his sore muscles.

“Hi.” You said pointedly, “why’d you only call me when you’re high?”

“I’m not high.” Sirius said, taking a long drag of his spliff.

“It’s three in the morning, Sirius.”

“Come over baby.” Sirius crooned.

“You’re still talking the same shite you always did.” You were rolling your eyes, Sirius knew you were.

“It’s harder and harder to get you to listen, baby.” Sirius said, a bite of annoyance coming through. He was on the come down from his earlier line and and was getting irritated.

“Luckily for you I’m incapable of making alright decisions. I’ll see you in a few.” You disconnected the call.

Sirius finished his spliff and began to roll another one. There were a few messages on his phone from James, he was probably up at one of those late night feedings for Harry. He started to read through them when he heard his door open and shut and after a few moments you were in his bedroom, crawling your way up the bed towards him.

“That was fast.” Sirius frowned. Usually it took you at least fifteen minutes to get from your place to his, even in the dead of night when no one was out on the street.

“You complaining?” You asked, pulling your shirt over your head as you straddled him. Sirius was going to question things more but suddenly your tits were in his face and he forgot all about that.

… Somewhere darker, talkin' the same shite

I need a partner, well, are you out tonight?

It's harder and harder to get you to listen

More I get through the gears

He buried his face between your tits and groaned,

“This is my favorite place in the absolute world.”

“Well make yourself useful, Black, and stimulate my nipples.” You said, gripping his hair harshly. Sirius obliged, wrapping his lips around one of your hard nipples and his nimble fingers flew to other one, tweaking and pinching it. You were grinding down in his lap against his hard-on until his lips moved from nipples up around the curvature of your breast, then up your clavicle, then up your neck, until he got up to your lips. Before he could connect his lips to yours, you pulled back and made your way down his body and wrapped your hand around his cock. Sirius gasped as you ran your hand between your legs to lubricate it and then started jerking Sirius off. You laid flat on your stomach between Sirius’s legs and continued jerking him as you lightly sucked one of his balls into your mouth. Sirius went from the light gasps to strangled, intense moans and he felt like his lungs were about the collapse.

“Get up,” he choked out, “I need to be inside you.”

You lifted yourself up and without much warning you seated yourself on Sirius’s cock. Sirius groaned and held your hips hard in place, preventing you from moving.

“Sirius, come on.” You whined, your nose touching his as you tried to move again. Sirius released his grip and started fucking up into you hard. Sirius lifted his jaw, capturing your lips in a deep kiss. You pulled away harshly, pushing yourself up so you were no longer pressed against his chest. Sirius thought about saying something but then you moved your hips in the most delicious way and he forgot all about it. Sirius pulled you off of him and flipped you over, bending you over so your chest and face were pressed against the mattress and your hips were up in the air. There was a tattoo at the base of your back that had have been new. He pushed into you, his hands grasping your hips like he was about to fall off the edge of a cliff.

He was close, so so close to finishing, but he was distracted by the tattoo on your back. It looked like a constellation, it was vaguely familiar looking, maybe it was something that he had studied in an astronomy course. One of the stars on the constellations was darker than the rest and it had a small green glow mark around it.

“Did you snort too much or something? I’m getting rug burn here.” You said, turning and looking over your shoulder at Sirius. Sirius’s eyes snapped back up to yours and as he locked eyes with you he came. He always tried to pull out but he was caught off guard this time that he came inside you.

Incapable of makin' alright decisions, and havin' bad ideas

… Now it's three in the mornin' and I'm tryin' to change your mind

Left you multiple missed calls and to my message you reply

"Why'd you only call me when you're high?”

“Fuck Sirius!” You snapped, jumping off him and running to the bathroom.

“Sorry,” Sirius murmured. It was weird…that tattoo was so so weird. It felt like something was sitting on chest he was so strangled by the idea that he had seen that exact constellation before.

“Fuck Sirius,” you repeated, walking back into his room and shaking your head, “I gotta get a morning after pill tomorrow.” You walked over to Sirius’s discarded tight leather pants and pulled out a few crumpled up bills that were in his pockets. “This is why I fucking hate having sex with you when you’re high.”

“I’m not high,” Sirius said weakly, still staring at your tattoo as you were bent over digging through his pockets.

“You only ever call me when you’re high.” You said, straightening up and starting to pull on your clothes.

“You aren’t staying?” Sirius felt like he was running out of time.

“I, uh, have to be up in the morning so I need to have an…early night.” You said, not looking Sirius in the eyes.

“Am I starting to bore you baby?”

"Hi, why'd you only call me when you're high?"

… And I can't see you here, wonderin' where am I

It sort of feels like I'm runnin' out of time

I haven't found all I was hopin' to find

You said you gotta be up in the mornin'

Gonna have an early night

And you're startin' to bore me, baby

“I’m fine, Sirius. I just have an early morning.” You said in a snippier tone than Sirius had ever expected to hear from you.

“What’s that tattoo on your back?” Sirius stormed across the room and grabbed you by the arm harshly.

“It’s the constellation Leo.” You snapped back, glaring up at Sirius.

“And what’s the glow on that star?” Sirius didn’t know why he was getting so upset but his blood pressure was only continuing to rise as he looked at you and thought about that tattoo.

“You really don’t know?” You smiled cruelly. “You really don’t recognize it.”

“What is it?” Sirius could feel his nose bleeding and he wiped at it. There was a streak of smeared blood on his cupid’s bow.

“It’s the star Regulus.” You grinned.

“Why’d you have to be such a bitch?” Sirius screamed.

“Why’d you have to be?” You retorted.

“Why’d you always lie?”

“Why’d you only call me when you’re high?”

Why'd you only call me when you're high?

… "Why'd you only ever phone me when you're high?"

"Why'd you only ever phone me when you're high?"

"Why'd you only ever phone me when you're high?”

#sirius black x reader #sirius black x reader smut #marauders #marauders x reader #marauders smut #sirius black smut #James potter #regulus black #Peter pettigrew #rockstar sirius #rockstar #remus lupin #all the young dudes #atyd #ben barnes sirius black #why'd you only call me when you're high #arctic monkeys #atyd marauders #harry potter

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silence-between-seconds · 1 month

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You fool. You think I ship jegulus because I hate jily? You buffoon. It's because I can have Lily. All to myself.

#My wife #Lily Evans #This actually applies to remedora #So I can have tonks #She doesn't want me to called her nymphadora #Can I call her tonight instead;)#the marauders #marauders #marauders era #james potter #jegulus #I'm scared of tagging this with jily #Have you considered that #It's for gay reasons

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rxsilabeth--er · 4 months

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:: Dressed for the special occasion...

☎ Now Calling........Author: "...Hello? Yes, again, another brain-rot, because first of all....I love him, second I'm a BIG TIME FASHIONISTA! and we need more preppy reader content in life where we can be a pretty girl! Okay, enough of my rambling, BYE!! Based on a C.AI chat with this boyo..."

☎ Now Calling........synopsis: "... you dedicated a special dress to him, along with your nails and heels and you plan on using them to their full extent...and as the party progresses...your drunkenness makes another sweet discovery for you.."

☎ Now Calling........warnings: "Fem!Reader...reader has rather long hair and is wearing heels, nails and dress! Mentions of drinking, reader not being able to recoganize James after getting drunk.."

You entered the tent for the Quidditch players, as you scanned the area to look at everyone there to find James sitting there worriedly scanning his broomstick. You smiled and walked towards him before sitting beside him, "..Hm....nervous? Don't be...you'll do great..." you spoke happily

"Oh? Thanks, I know...Just...I don't know why I get nervous and think I'll fail even though I've practiced SO much!", "Exactly, you've practiced so much! You'll do great! You have Sirius, Kingsley, Marlene and Frank on your side as well! They'll help you..." You say sighing.

"Now, anyways, remember that two days ago I was asking what manicure should I do and you said write my name?" You say with a small smile, as James' head whips to yours with a bright smile, "You didn't! WHAT?!" he said as you showed off your nails to him with a gold, red and white manicure with his name written in your right hand and the other decorated with charms and a glittery quaffle which moved from one nails to the other...

"OH MY GOD!! These are so cool and pretty" he says holding your hands tightly and hugging you even tighter, "Right, I dedicated this whole set and even the outfit to Gryffindor, so you better win tonight!" you say with a smile, as James eyes travelled down from your face to your clothing; a black shirt under red and gold corset-vest, a red and white miniskirt, golden and white thigh-high stockings, red lace-up mary-jane, pumps with a golden chain with a snitch on it. you must have been VERY excited for this, huh?~

and his eyes again travelled up to your hair, long hair done in a high-ponytail with a red bow with golden white mesh ribbon which flowed down your hair and mixed within the curls like a pretty highlight.

Smiling he pulled you into a tight hug, before you pulled away and threatened, "Listen, I ordered another set of these heels cause I planned on you winning and dancing so hard at the party tonight that these heels break..." you say crossing your legs, so he could see your shoes,

"So if I end up not dancing till these break and you lose and I get two pairs of the same heels with my money wasted, you'll get your ass beat!" you say glaring at him, "Okay? Alright! Enjoy yourself sweetie and win for us!!" you say in a bubbly manner as you stood up, by now the tent was empty and Remus had pulled you out of the tent to quickly go up to the stands as the match was about to begin and he was the commentator.

As you stood on the stands, Lily handed you a scarp as you thanked her with a smile watching the the pitch when the match started and Remus started commentating...of-course one after the other, James scored the goals easily with Kingsley and Frank by his side as Sirius played with the other beater and before long Marlene caught the snitch earning them the winning spot easily!

Of-course the cheers were deafening as you were pulled by Lily and Mary down to head back to the castle with you and Lily jumping in excitement like kids as you three walked with smiled and excitement in your veins for the BIG party the Gryffindors threw after every win...Soon joined by Remus, Kingsley, Frank, Marlene, James and Peter you all headed up. walking up the moving stairs, skipping the false one, you gave the password as the portrait swung open to reveal the huge celebration ready for the players.

Games, drinks, dancing and more, the parties were nothing short of fun and crazy, with even Skittles joining you, like Regulus playing a game with Mary, Pandora, Peter and Kingsley, Evan, Barty and Sirius chugging drinks, Marlene making out with Dorcas and clinging to her as you and Lily gossiped with them, while James looked around hoping to spot you.

He did as Lily pulled you up for a drink when you caught his eye with your gorgeous ones, god, he was gone....wasn't he? You're too gorgeous...it's painful even seeing you not getting smothered by his love...

you smirked as you waved over to him, as Sirius had began serving you shots as well and you had taken two or three on your own and now he was mixing up some concoction of multiple drinks before sliding it to you...you smiled and took it, not intending to drink it, but luckily your best-friend was there to help, close enough with him now, you pulled his collar to get him close to you as you smiled sweetly, probably a bit more than tipsy by now...

"...James, I don't think I'll be able to finish this...mind doing it for me?" you says placing the glass against his lips, his hands moved up to hold yours as he downed the whole thing with a red face and his hand over yours as you poured the drink with a drunken smile, the effect of the drink taking place immediately, what did Sirius mix in them? The buzz was more than enough and that's all he remembers as Lily again pulled you away to dance...

Sitting down as he drank some water to calm the headache from the hungover the drink brought him.though the drink had a strong effect, he knocked out and woke up only three hours later...People of different houses and them partying all night was something, everyone had went to sleep in someone else's dorm, not being bothered to go back to their own...

Staring at the fireplace with a strange calmness in himself, when he heard a thud...Turning his head in the direction of the staircase to spot you; face red and sweaty, hair and clothes disheveled and messy, heels broken and in hand... This made him worried, did something happen, did anyone do anything...?

He rushed to you as you stumbled, he held your arms to help you up, "You good?! What happened?!" he asked worriedly, as you simply looked at him in confusion,

"And...who are you?"

what?.....You can't be serious right now? Did..you seriously forget who he is? I mean you reeked of alcohol right now...shit

"Uh..I'm James, duh!", "and what makes you think I will believe you? You might be trying to take advantage of me, but tough luck, dude!" you say smirking as she placed a hand on your hip pushing him softly with a grin as James smiled and touched your hand with a smirk, you don't think it's James...what a perfect time..

"Fine, I was lying..but I won't be lying on the fact that I like you..." he softly mumbled as you sat beside him, pulling your legs to your chest as you smiled,"Do you?..thank you...But...I like someone else..." you softly mumbled making James's heart break softly and his eyebrows raised,

"And who may that be?" he asked softly, leaning close,

"It's....James..."

....really? Thank you...James thought to himself brightening up as you explained, "He doesn't like me though...he likes Lily...and I wholeheartedly agree, she's perfect for him...Though it doesn't make the pain softer..." you say as James leaned closer, "Then...let me love you for a bit...before you go back to James, yes?"

"Fine.." you say leaning close, might as well have some fun as Mary and Marlene suggested..

James chuckles as he smiles, "I'm sure...James is happy to have you..he looks very happy and bright with you..."

"Yeah, right..." you say leaning against whoever this person was to you, you couldn't tell...you look at the, pressing your forehead against this person who smiled and kissed your nose softly, making you smile, "You know...You're sweet...whoever you are..." you say, leaning against them as you watch the fireplace crackling...darkness taking you under it's blanket of comfort...

Maybe tomorrow morning, James can finally have you for himself...

© This writing work belongs to me, rxsilabeth--er, Aurelia, Rosilabeth, Cerine. Reblogging is appreciated, but plagiarizing or copying my works is forbidden, thank you for reading this and if you like this check out my blog!

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my-castles-crumbling · 8 months

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Regulus “You don’t need to save me” Black and James “But would you run away with me?” Potter.

#marauders #marauders era #harry potter #regulus black kinnie #fanfic #jegulus #call it what you want #james loves regulus #regulus black loves james potter #james potter loves regulus black #james potter #regulus black #regulus arcturus black #james x regulus #regulus deserved better #regulus x james

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terymlxyrstdus · 8 months

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barty and evan have matching necklaces, regulus and james have matching bracelets, remus and sirius have matching rings

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captainamericasmotercycle · 9 months

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call it what you want

not because he owns me, but cause he really knows me

pairing: james potter x reader

warnings: situationship?

wc: 300

absolutely DO NOT steal my work and post it on other platforms. DO NOT feed my work to AI fuck that

Right before dinner, you walked into your room to see a small gift on your bed. You looked around for a card or anything indicating who the gift was from, but there was nothing but a small bag with tissue paper coming out of the top.

Removing the tissue paper, you looked down into the box to see a small blue box, wrapped with a white ribbon. Carefully taking the box out of the bag, you untied the ribbon and took the lid off the box.

Inside the box revealed a note, sprawled across the parchment was scribbled, but dainty handwriting, “Because I really know you.”

You smiled and lifted the parchment, setting it on your bed, under the paper was an elegant and tasteful necklace. A thin chain, with a round pendant, on the pendent, a curled and cursive J.

James. The gift was from James. The two of you had been secretly sneaking around with each other, doing things here and there. It wasn’t like you were in a relationship with him, more like a (secret) casual hookup.

You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t fallen for him. Because who wouldn’t?

You hastily put the necklace on, excited for your friends to see it, maybe this was his way of saying he wanted to show you off.

You practically danced down the halls to dinner, feeling like you were on cloud nine. Once entering the Great Hall, you sat beside Lily and across from James.

He looked down to you chest where the necklace laid, then back up to your eyes, “New necklace?”

The rest of your friends turned to look at you, momentarily embarrassing you with all the eyes watching.

You shyly smiled back to James, “Yeah, it’s from an admirer.”

#x reader #james potter #james potter x reader #marauders era #marauders x reader #marauders #james potter is perfect #taylor swift #call it what you want

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fandomwriterstuff · 6 days

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Call it What You Want

James Potter x Fem!Reader

Words: ~1k

Heavily inspired by Call it What You Want by Taylor Swift.

My castle crumbled overnight

I brought a knife to a gunfight

They took the crown, but it's alright

Brown leaves crinkling beneath your feet, you made your way back to the place you used to call home one last time. You used to love this place. You used to love this castle with its endless hiding spots, the abundance of life and personalities within, the things you learned. But this year was different.

The sun was low in the sky, and you sighed with a visible puff as you walked slightly behind the rest of the seventh year Gryffindors. In previous years you’d walked with your friends, a group of witches and wizards from different houses mingling together. You were well loved, a Gryffindor who cared about more than the house cup, pranks, and house rivalries. You had good marks in class, a wide variety of companions, and the respect of your professors.

You didn’t realize how fragile all of that was, how quickly they would all turn on you. In the last month of sixth year you lost it all (save your good marks, nobody could take our hard work away from you). You would give it up any day though for what you gained.

All the liars are calling me one

Nobody's heard from me for months

I'm doing better than I ever was

You spent the summer by yourself, only writing letters to your sweet boy. You couldn’t bear the thought of not writing to him, and having to face those pretty puppy dog eyes day one back at Hogwarts. You thought you’d be walking with him and his friends today, maybe you would feel less alone.

Alas, James had interned during the summer with the Ministry of Magic and was coming back to school a day later than everyone else.

If you were being honest, without the pressure of maintaining a dozen friendships, pretending to be perfect all the time, being obedient and well-behaved… You were doing better than ever.

Sirius brought out your mischievous side that you hadn’t indulged in since your youth. Peter was your homework buddy and gossip partner. Remus listened to you and anchored you when you felt like you would float away. And your James. James brought out every shining golden thread of love and affection you had within you (a seemingly never ending supply when it came to him). He was there for you when everyone turned against you. He was there for you when the last of your friends stopped trying to spend time with you. He introduced you to his friends when it seemed like you had none left.

'Cause my baby's fit like a daydream

Walkin' with his head down, I'm the one he's walkin' to

So call it what you want, yeah, call it what you want to

James was the sun in the sky and you were sure you were stronger and smarter than Icarus. You could withstand his glow. You were his partner.

“What do you mean you haven’t seen her?” His voice was clear once he’d breached the entrance to the common room, and you perked up at the sound.

“We couldn’t find her on our way in, we looked, promise,” Sirius was pleading, and you sort of felt bad. You were busy wallowing the day prior to notice that the other three marauders were looking for you.

“And she wasn’t at breakfast or lunch today either,” Peter’s timid voice reached your ears and you unfolded yourself from the cozy chair you’d spend the afternoon in.

“Jamie?” Your voice was soft and you only had a second to bookmark your page before you were wrapped up in those muscley arms.

“Baby, I missed you,” he peppered your flushed face with kisses. “I was worried about you,” he murmured only for you to hear and your chest tightened. He was so good to you.

“Sorry I worried you, sweetness,” you whispered, breaking out of his grasp to sheepishly look over his shoulder at your three friends. “Hello, boys.”

“And where have you been?” Sirius mock scolded you and a laugh bubbled up in your chest. “We were looking all over for you.”

“We were worried when we didn’t see you at breakfast or lunch,” Remus added and you shrugged guiltily.

“I was reading?”

“You shouldn’t skip meals to read, love. You know that,” James chided you with soft eyes.

“But they’ve finally realized they’re in love I just had to read another page and-”

“And another page, and another. Merlin you’re a nerd,” Sirius chuckled before heading up to their shared room.

“We’ll see you two later,” Remus then dragged Peter up the stairs and you were left in your corner of the common room with James. There were other students there, but none paid you any mind. Nobody paid you mind anymore.

James plopped himself down into the cozy chair you’d spent most of the afternoon in and tugged you down into his lap.

“Tell me about your book.”

All my flowers grew back as thorns

Windows boarded up after the storm

He built a fire just to keep me warm

All the drama queens taking swings

All the jokers dressin' up as kings

They fade to nothin' when I look at him

James was better than anyone you’d ever known. After you were broken down from losing all you ever knew and you built up walls where once there was openness, James was the one to build a door. He didn’t try to break your walls down, he didn’t try to force you to be happy. He was caring and understanding, he was patient and he loved you. You couldn’t care less about everyone else's drama when you were in his arms.

#marauders era #the marauders #marauders fanfiction #james potter x reader #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #call it what you want #taylor swift #songfic

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heliosinwater · 9 months

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"why does nobody want me" because you have an insane obsession with a character that was mentioned by name two times in the book. YOU'RE CRAZY.

he's also DEAD. get a grip.

#regulus black #hes me #i dont care #imagine not finding a way to think about your favorite character in everything you do #BORINGGGG #jegulus #marauders #wolfstar #james potter #atyd marauders #remus lupin #barty crouch jr #evan rosier #sirius black #calling myself out #on purpose #school starts soon #gotta get my shit together

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xysidhe · 2 years

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On the topic of Regulus' patronus, since I won't let this die until I see it in a fic even if I have to write it myself.

Regulus: Why can't I get this bloody charm to work

Remus: Happy thoughts, Reg. Happy thoughts.

Regulus: What part of my upbringing gave you the illusion I have those?

Remus: Happy. Thoughts

Peter: Think like that fairy! Tonker Bells!

Remus: Tinker Bell. Purebloods.

Regulus: Could you two stop arguing over muggle cartoons so I can focus!

Regulus: Expecto Patronum!

Sirius: Bloody hell Reggie, is that a lion?

Regulus: Oh.

James: Oh.

Remus: He's beautiful Reg, what are you going to name him?

Regulus: Helios

Sirius: You're going to name your patronus after the sun?

Regulus: It keeps to the family theme doesn't it?

Sirius: Mother would have a fit. Looks like both her sons are more Gryffindor than Black. This is bloody brilliant! Told you Reggie, you should've been sorted into Gryffindor!

James: I think his patronus is perfect for him.

Regulus: I think so too.

#just imagine its an AU where Regulus ran away with Sirius to the Potters #Regulus likes to hang out with the Maraduers in the Gryffindor Common Room #James was trying not to cry after he saw the patronus #James did in fact cry after he heard the name #James remembered all the times Regulus called him 'my sun' and 'sunshin' and he KNEW #they havent said I love you yet but this was somehow even more profound #Remus is just eaying his chocolate amused by Regulus and James being idiots in love #remus knew they were in love and thats why he convinced Regulus to practice the Patronus in the common room #Sirius isnt actually unaware of the secret romance between his best friend and brother but he has a bet going with Peter #they want to see who will confess to him firsr #itll be James #while drunk #jegulus #marauders headcanon #incorrect marauders quotes #dead gay wizards #regulus deserved better #regulus x james #regulus arcturus black #james deserved better #james fleamont potter #james x regulus #starchaser

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lilacfiresoul · 2 months

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slap, april 5 -- @jegulus-microfic -- 971 words

feat. regulus being distracted by james at quidditch. i mean, who can blame him?

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The only thing on Regulus’ mind is that Gryffindor cannot win this match. He doesn’t care if they win against Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw later on; it’s just that Regulus absolutely refuses to lose to James Potter of all people.

Lurking on the edge of the quidditch pitch, Regulus watches the game play out below him, scanning the area for any glimpse of that shiny gold ball whizzing through the air. But all he sees are the red and green colours of the quidditch uniforms as the Gryffindors and Slytherins dart about, accompanied by the blurs of whizzing bludgers, hit by beaters, and the quaffle passing between hands. No sign of the snitch at all.

Gritting his teeth, Regulus sits back on his broom, trying not to get irritated as Remus Lupin, his brother’s boyfriend and Potter’s friend, calls out another score for the Gryffindor team. He glances at Barty, who’s expression is thunderous, offended at the applause that erupts from the Gryffindor stands, beater bat clenched tight in his hands.

And then his eyes latch on Potter, who’s positively grinning, because Regulus has no doubt that he was the one to score that goal. Regulus wants to slap that smirk off his face. He hates it—how James practically radiates cockiness, arrogance, superiority; how a slight curve to his mouth in Regulus’ general direction makes Regulus lose his train of thought, simply as if the tracks his train was running on hadn’t been built yet; how, and he’s convinced about this, James does it more because he knows the effect it has on people.

Regulus, as much as he’d like to be, and tries so hard to be, is not immune to James Potter’s charm.

Barty’s teased him for it multiple times, from knocking the handle of his broom against Regulus’ if he’s been staring too long whilst they’re waiting for the field to be free, to making comments about James’ body under the quidditch uniforms, sly smile on his lips as Regulus glares at him. It’s uncalled for.

Speaking of Barty—below, he whacks a bludger with such force that the crack resonates throughout the pitch. It goes whizzing toward a Gryffindor chaser, who’s soaring determinedly toward the Slytherin goal post, clipping the back of her broom, causing her to drop the quaffle. A resounding cheer comes from the Slytherins.

“Looking for the snitch, Black?”

Startled, Regulus whips his head to the side, scowling when he notices James gliding up next to him. He flies so easily, almost as if it’s no effort for him. To be honest, Regulus thinks he flies the same, but seeing Potter do it, too, is annoying.

“Shouldn’t you be scoring, Potter?” he bites out, looking away before James can dazzle him with that stupid, idiotic, infuriatingly sexy smile.

“I think we’ve got it until control,” he says confidently. “You seem to be, unfortunately, on the losing side.”

Regulus rolls his eyes, snapping, “And you think that automatically means you’re going to win, do you?”

“You tell me,” comes James’ smug reply.

Still scowling, Regulus looks back at him over his shoulder, giving the Gryffindor chaser a once-over, before raising unimpressed eyes back to James’ face, where a—for fuck’s sake—smile is twitching against his lips. Against his permission, Regulus feels himself getting hot, a flush creeping up the back of his neck.

If he could strangle his broom, Regulus’ would be dead with how angrily he’s gripping it, his knuckles white like he’s holding on for dear life.

A loud cheer from the Slytherin stands eclipses Remus’ voice as he announces, “10 points to Slytherin.”

Regulus smiles triumphantly. “Well now we’re even.”

“For now,” James replies, and for a second, his gaze flicks only slightly to the right of Regulus’ ear, before it snaps back to his eyes. “You still haven’t found the snitch.”

“Neither has your seeker,” Regulus retorts. “So you’re really not as far ahead as you think—”

“Black!” someone screams, a loud, frustrated scream, and Regulus flinches, almost falling off his broom. He steadies himself just at the right time, breathing heavily. James, seeing Regulus is alright, straightens on his broom, as if he were going to try and grab Regulus before he fell.

Giving him a weird look, Regulus peers down to where Barty is, because it was his voice that was calling at him. “What?” he screams back.

His best friend is waving his arms frantically and pointing, and Regulus squints at him. If he starts to make fun of him and Potter together …

Then he hears it. A low, flickering sound, and immediately, he swerves to track it. Blazing like a small sun, Regulus spots the snitch hovering behind him on his right, its delicate filigree wings fluttering.

But just as he’s seen it, it’s off again, and Regulus stares after it, momentarily frozen. Until the red and gold robes of the Gryffindor seeker zooms past him, and he snarls, giving chase. He thinks he hears James laugh behind him, but he’s not sure.

“Looks like the two seekers have found the snitch,” Remus declares. “It’s going to be a tense battle to who wins the game. James, I think I speak for the whole of Gryffindor house when I say you should’ve distracted Regulus more.”

A roar of laughter meets Regulus’ ears from the stands, and his gaze darkens. He vows, as he and the Gryffindor seeker close in on the snitch, to never let James Potter’s smile distract him again, especially during a quidditch game.

Naturally, of course, it does. Even stars in space can’t compete against the light of the sun forever.

#frost's microfics #little bit of angst? idk if you could call this angst tbh #jegulus microfic #jegulus fic #james potter #regulus black #remus lupin #barty crouch jr #james x regulus #james potter x regulus black #starchaser #sunseeker

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