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staticradiodotcom · 18 days

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His perfect lair - Jegulus

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AN: Inspired by @bowiesbuttercookie on Tiktok. I saw their video take on this and ran to write this. I love the angst that follows. Possibility of this being out of Character.

TikTok Link: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGeCLgu3K/

☆ I have not read all the young dudes ☆

Synopsis: James Potter is captured by the death eaters. After Hours of torture, they finally decide to send in Regulus Black in hopes Regulus can get information about the order.

Tags: Angst, Physical harm, Manipulation, Phycological torture, James x Regulus, Toxic relationship, Mentions of kidnapping, Mentions of druging, Gaslighting, Abuse, Smut mention.

Please let me know if i’ve forgotten anything.

Not proof read.

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The static had melted his mind. All he could feel was the all too familiar numbness as the pain continued to surge through his body. It hadn’t left when the Death Eaters had left the room. The static had made its way through his brain, invading every orifice cruley, cancelling out all other thoughts as if he was a machine without a power source.

James Potter’s glasses hung skewed upon the lower bridge of his nose. His hands tied tightly behind the frail wooden chair that they had stuck him in. The boy was too far past to remember how long it had been. it had felt like weeks. Crucio after Crucio. Curse after curse. It was enough to drive anyone insane.

The ropes had been digging into the tanned flesh of his wrists for hours, a numb ache accompanying them as his body involuntarily jolted. James’s Deep brown locks had fallen between his dark broken eyes as he stared down mindlessly. His clothing was disheveled, his mind melted. Splatters of artistically placed blood covered his once handsome face. Yet, his demeanour had remained the same. this clearly wasn’t a task. The death Eaters were equipped to handle.

That was until he came back.

The soft Thud of regulus’s boots Circled around his hostage like a snake ready to strike. His persona was cold and stoic as usual. Regulus had the sleeves on his black collared shirt rolled up, exposing the dreaded dark mark to strike extra fear.

However James Potter wasn’t scared.

Regulus Black was Divine.

James Potters chest heaved like an off beat drum, his head still hanging low as he fixated on the same spot, his gaze drilled into the floor. Regulus was contemplating. Wondering how he was going to confront his little issue.

Regulus’s movements were deliberate and Precise. A firm hand reached out, Yanking James matted locks back in one swift movement, Forcing the tortured boy to look up finally. Regulus analysed James’s face with a sharp look of displeasure. His voice reached out, enveloping james with its soothing charm.

‘What did they do to my gorgeous plaything.’

James scoffed at Regulus’s words, He was trying to remain strong. Remain resilient. Regulus continued to grip James’s hair, his touch getting rougher by the second.

‘Where is he Jamie?’

It was sharp.

As elegant as always, Regulus was straight to the point. After a moment of no response, no more than a single breath, Regulus hand flew to the side of James’s face. Striking him harshly. The Hit took James by surprise. This was a new form of pain. A new torment, devised just to get to him. James didn’t allow himself to make a noise.

Regulus turned on his heels, his touch on James halted as he paced around the room, he was exceptionally calm despite the abuse he was dishing out. The silence fell between the two, only being disrupted by the breath of the two men.

Then

A laugh.

James Potter was laughing, His bated breath struggling to allow the chuckle past his lips, yet it was still there. His charming, Broken giggle.

‘Which Death Eater are you then?’

He said finally, Regulus was taken aback. As if the tormented boy infront of him didn’t recognise him.

James didn’t have to say anymore. Regulus could read him like a book. James had assumed that one of the Death Eaters had used Polyjuice just to melt his mind further. Regulus ran an unbothered hand through his hair, considering James’s assumption before his hand reached out once again. This time Regulus Took in James’s chin, Holding it firmly as he once again forced the other man too look up at him. Their gaze meeting as James finally began to feel his pain fade away under Regulus eyes.

‘You’re not my Reggie.’

The words hit Regulus harder than expected. Regulus eyes softened as he continued to analyse the involuntary body language of his plaything.

James was right.

Regulus wasn’t the same man he was back in hogwarts, The same sweetheart Romantic he had allowed James to believe him. He had grown up. He was a black. A true Black.

‘It doesn’t matter who i am.’

Regulus spoke softly, leaning so close to james that his corse lips were barely brushing over James busted ones. James sat up, a little too eagerly as he leaned into Regulus’s touch. In James’s mind he was so close to getting his reggie back. His first love reflected in his eyes as he stared up, allowing Regulus’s sultry voice to penetrate his ears.

‘i’m here for you james.’

Regulus voice was nowhere above a whisper, a smirk tugging at his lips as he watched his little lovesick puppy bow to his command. James was nothing more than a dog, trying to avoid anymore pain by pleasing his master.

He deserved a reward.

Without a spike of hesitation, Regulus pressed James’s lips to his. Regulus instantly taking to dominate his mouth roughly as James’s walls crumbled around them. It was mere seconds before James gave in, enveloping himself in the pleasure of the passionate kiss as their tongues danced together. Regulus’s hand moved to cup the side of James’s battered face.

When Regulus decided to pull away James lips tried to chase his. Earning a low chuckle from Regulus who bit his lip, wiping the taste from his mouth with the back of his ringed hand.

‘see? I’m real.’

That was all it took for James to drop his head in defeat, His broken glasses threatening to fall of his face. Regulus had won. He needed him.

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Hours later, James potter was lead lazily in Regulus Blacks bed. The sheets draped over his abused, exposed body. The marks Regulus black had left on his plaything littered Poor James’s body. The cold of the room surrounding his Exposed chest.

Regulus let out a satisfied him, Standing once he was absolutely certain James was asleep. It was true their activity’s had exhausted him. All the begging and different positions had taken its toll on Regulus.

Anything for his good puppy.

Regulus moved back to slip his shirt on, lazily fastening up the buttons as he rolled his sleeves back up messily. Regulus allowed himself a few more minutes to make himself look presentable, leaving an icy kiss on James’s temple before he exited the room, Locking the door behind himself.

After a few gruelling minutes Regulus entered his own meeting room. Opening the door cautiously as he greeted the other Death Eaters with nothing more than a raised eyebrow. The Death eaters scanned Regulus’s disheveled appearance, all giving different reactions before the threatening silence was broken.

‘He told me everything.’

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liquidisedfrogs · 8 months

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CALLING ALL JEGULUS FANS

this is immeasurably important to me guys

let the games begin

#marauders #harry potter #james potter #jegulus #regulus black #top james potter #bottom james potter #top regulus black #bottom regulus black #the dads need to have a chance ya knwo #marauders era #tumblr polls #polls

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doodlemcjazzhands · 15 days

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They have no idea what they're doing.

{Divination Class (pt. 1/3)}

#they still got top marks #my art #marauders fanart #prongsfoot #sirius black #james potter #padfoot #prongs #james and sirius #mauraders #divination class #marauders era

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my-castles-crumbling · 4 months

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"That's....my shirt," James Potter murmurs as Regulus exits the bathroom, wearing only one of James's oversized Quidditch jerseys, 'Potter' scrawled across his back, hem of the shirt barely covering his arse, eyes glinting with amusement, exposed thighs drawing James's eyes instantly.

They don't get much sleep that night.

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"That....is my shirt," Regulus Black chokes as James exits the bathroom, wearing Regulus's too-small black tee-shirt with low-riding jeans, a clear three inches of skin exposed at his hips, self-assured smile on his lips, muscles in his abs rippling through the tight shirt.

They don't get much sleep that night.

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imthebadguyyy · 19 days

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The Tortured Poets Department

(imthebadguyyy's version)

1. fortnight (ft post malone) - carlos sainz x reader [formula 1]

2. the tortured poets department - benedict bridgerton x reader [bridgerton]

3. my boy only breaks his favourite toys - charles leclerc x reader [formula 1]

4. down bad - lando norris x reader formula 1]

5. so long london - harry styles x reader [1d, harries]

6. but daddy i love him - simon bassett : anthony bridgerton x reader [bridgerton x reader]

7. fresh out the slammer - sirius black x reader [marauders]

8. florida!!! ft florence and the machine - remus lupin x reader (x sirius x james) [marauders]

9. guilty as sin? - lewis hamilton x reader [formula 1]

10. guilty as sin? - bradley 'rooster' bradshaw x reader [top gun]

11. whose afraid of little old me? - platonic f1 drivers x reader [formula 1]

12. i can fix him, no really i can - charles leclerc x reader [formula 1 ]

13. loml - james potter x reader [marauders]

14. i can do it with a broken heart - platonic formula 1 drivers x reader [formula 1]

15. the smallest man who ever lived - carlos sainz x reader [formula 1]

16. the alchemy - lewis hamilton x reader [formula 1]

17. the black dog - sirius black x reader [marauders]

18. so high school - bradley 'rooster' bradshaw x reader [top gun]

19. the prophecy - anthony bridgerton x reader [bridgerton]

20. peter - steve rogers x reader [MCU]

all's fair in love and poetry...or is it?

any changes and suggestions welcome!!

to be tagged, reply to this post or send me an ask/dm specifying which fic/fandom/ or whole series 🤍

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static-radio-ao3 · 2 months

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@croptopjames // frat boy james in a very tiny t-shirt proves to be quite distracting when regulus is trying to study // words: 687

Regulus is just about to consider the pros and cons of repeatedly slamming his head into the desk when the door opens.

He’s holed away in James’ room, escaping the madness of his own dorm, where Evan is frantically trying to memorize human anatomy, and the library, where Regulus’ soul vacates his body one hour at a time.

James is a willing host, although he seems to have some trouble letting Regulus study. He had to send his boyfriend on a run to get some quiet, because James can be very very distracting when he wants to be.

Thankfully, Regulus has managed to make his way through a good few chapters by the time James returns and it’s for the better because—

“Hi, sweetheart,” James pants, sweat dripping down his neck, catching on the gold chain that disappears under the collar of his shirt. “Got some studying done?”

Regulus swallows dryly. His eyes catch on the strip of skin between the hem of James’ t-shirt and shorts.

His t-shirt. His very tiny t-shirt. His t-shirt that rides up when James lifts a hand to card through his sweaty curls and reveals more tan skin. Dark hair trails down his stomach and disappears beneath the waistband of his boxers, a path Regulus is eager to track.

There is cotton in Regulus’ head, static between his ears, not a single thought behind his eyes, only a continuous loop of JamesJamesJamesJa—

“Take a picture, baby. It’ll last longer.”

Heat floods Regulus’ face. “Shut up.”

“No, I’m flattered, really.” James lifts a hand and presses it against his still-heaving chest.

“Your own boyfriend ogling you is not a flex.”

“No, but half the campus ogling me is.”

“Only half?” Regulus mocks, bottom lip jutting out in a pout. He ignores the spark of annoyance he feels; James is just trying to rile him up, he knows this. But James is very good at finding Regulus’ last nerve and picking at it until it snaps.

Admittedly, the stress of exam week leaves him slightly more irritable than he usually would be, so when he asks, “Where is the rest of your shirt, by the way?” there is a bit more bite in his tone than he intended.

James simply shrugs. “Laundry day.”

Regulus’ eye twitches.

He turns in his chair again, eyes trained on the chapter he is currently revising. It is riveting stuff, something about Alexander the Great and his conquest of Macedonia. Except, the words swim on the page, none of them registering, but Regulus refuses to give James the satisfaction of— of— well, he just refuses to give James the satisfaction.

“Sweetheart…” James murmurs, voice low and sweet, tempting Regulus into looking up again. He’s leaning against the door frame, posture relaxed but his brow furrowed. Neither of them says anything when their gazes meet.

“You really shouldn’t be allowed out of the house like this, you know. It’s obscene.” Regulus’ voice sounds rough. It is not annoyance that makes the words gravelly.

“Are you mad at me?” James crosses his arms in front of his chest, the muscles in his arms bulging a little with the movement. He tilts his head in consideration.

Regulus scoffs and a slow smile spreads across James’ face.

“Regulus, sweetheart, are you mad at me?”

“Yes!” Regulus slams his textbook shut. “Because you’re distracting me! Again!”

The corner of James' mouth twitches. He says nothing for a moment, simply regards Regulus. Then:

“Wanna get it out of your system?”

The question has barely left his lips before Regulus is shoving the chair back, not too worried about the way it topples over onto the floor. He is much too busy tugging James’ shorts down, allowing a hand to trail up up up under James’ shirt and splay possessively over his abs while he swallows his boyfriend whole.

The next time James and his very tiny t-shirt go for a run, Regulus makes sure no one gets any ideas. A hickey on the tan skin of his stomach tells everyone that they can look all they want but James Potter is a taken man.

#frat boy james you will always be famous #james in a crop top would also distract me to be fair #regulus didn't stand a chance #happy james day to those who celebrate #he's about to get his soul sucked out #everybody cheer #james potter #regulus black #jegulus #mil's microfics #mil's writing #frat boy james au

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pretentiouswreckingball · 2 months

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✯my entry for the @croptopjames fest✯

jegulus | 1.3k | non-canon/magical au

summary:

It was revenge, they say, for a prank they played on the other houses. So if Lupin and Pettigrew got their trousers turn into shorts, and Black got his shirt turn into a crop top, then that means Potter—

“Did you hear what happened?”

“They say it was revenge for a prank on the other houses,”

“Seems like a weird way to take revenge,”

“Someone said it was a new statement for the dress code,”

“Of course those Gryffindors would come up with something like that,”

“Mila from my transfiguration class says someone charmed their clothes to transform into something else whenever they wear it. You know, trousers turn into shorts and—”

“Oh, so that’s why Lupin and Pettigrew were wearing shorts! But why was Black’s shirt cropped? Not that I mind the view but—”

“Maybe the spell worked in pairs? If Lupin and Pettigrew got shorts, and Black’s shirt was cropped, then maybe Potter got—”

But Regulus had heard enough.

He should’ve known something was off the moment he crossed Lupin and Pettigrew earlier that day wearing shorts of all things, but if he was completely honest with himself, his mind was somewhere else and didn’t even think twice about it. But now, after eavesdropping on a conversation of some sixth years, maybe he shouldn’t have been so dismissive.

Entering the Great Hall for lunch, Regulus makes a b-line for his seat at the end of the Slytherin table and starts filling his plate absentmindedly, trying to ignore the sight of his brother at the Gryffindor table, talking animatedly to Lupin and Pettigrew, still in those ridiculous clothes. His mind inevitably going to the person who’s conveniently, not among them.

The thing is, Regulus isn’t capable of thinking of a piece of clothing that would look bad on James Potter.

He has seen the guy practising on the Quidditch pitch for Salazar’s sake. He has had a front row of what James’ body looks like when he leans on his broom, quaffle in hand, gaining some speed over his fellow teammates. He has seen how his forearms look when he grips the handle hard and how his thighs squeeze the rear of the broom when he’s doing a particularly hard move so he doesn’t fall.

So no, he doesn't think there’s a piece of clothing that would look bad on him, he could pull any look, especially a crop top, and that is the problem, isn’t it?

Regulus could feel his cheeks warming at the thought. Oh no this is bad, what he’s going to do if he sees him wearing that? He’s going to make a fool of himself and he can’t afford that. No, Regulus needs to get the fuck out of there if he wants to make it with his dignity intact.

Practically stuffing his face, Regulus tries to be as quick as possible, cursing in his mind at the idiot who hexed James Potter to be stuck with that particular piece of clothing, or lack thereof, more like.

“Let it not be said that we don’t do anything nice for you, Regulus,” a voice comes from behind and Regulus freezes and then groans.

Looking up from his plate, he eyes the pair who has taken the seats in front of him, both looking smug as fuck, “You guys are unbelievable,”

Evan hums in agreement, “Aren’t we just?”

“Wasn’t a compliment,”

Barty tuts disapprovingly, stealing a piece of food from Regulus' plate and popping it in his mouth, “Why Regulus, we thought you would be thrilled by this, can’t believe you’re this ungrateful.”

“Crop tops, really?” He huffs, stabbing whatever is left of his chicken, “And don’t get me started on the shorts.”

“Those were my idea,” Evan mentions.

Regulus doesn’t get it, “Why though?”

“We couldn’t be so obvious and only hex Potter, we had to cover our traces,” Barty says, turning his head slightly to look at the Gryffindor table. “Besides, the others look ridiculous, minus your brother of course, the bastard is fit as fuck.”

“Why though?” Regulus repeats, this time even more aggravated at the notion of Barty ogling his brother.

Evan gives him a pointed look, “You know why,”

Regulus drop his gaze, sniffing lightly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,”

Barty smirks at him, “You will,”

There’s a sudden ruckus at the entrance. The voices grow loud and you could hear some whistles here and there but what actually catches Regulus’ eyes when he looks up, is the man at the doors.

Something inside him is pleased to notice he was right about James looking good in any piece of clothing, especially something that would show his really fit body. James is looking a little dishevelled, but that only makes him look even prettier. Still enthralled by the sight of James Potter wearing something this sinful, Regulus notices a little too late a voice shouting really close to him, efficiently taking him out of his rivery.

“Looking good, Potter!”

“Barty!” Regulus hisses in embarrassment as James looks in his direction. And oh, the way he smiles at Regulus as soon as their eyes connect.

Regulus is incapable of doing much else under the intensity of that look, he wants to run like he had planned before. He wants to hide, not only from James but from the way he feels when he’s near. Pathetic as it is, the only thing Regulus is capable of doing is following James as he makes his way to the Slytherin table.

Regulus blinks hard at that. Wait, Slytherin table?

Before Regulus can process that, James is already standing right in front of him.

“Rosier, Crouch,” he greets them, still not taking his eyes off Regulus.

“Potter,” Barty nods in his direction. “Nice shirt, does it come in men’s?”

James grin turns sharp, “You don’t want me to answer that, Crouch,”

“Okay, time to go, have a great one!” Evan practically drags Barty aways as the latter cackles like a madman all the way out of the Great Hall.

When his laugh fades, James is still in front of Regulus and Regulus is purposefully looking at anything but his face, so his gaze inevitably fall at the only thing at his eye-level, James’ stomach.

There are beads of sweet running down over that beautiful golden skin and all Regulus wants, is to touch it to see if it’s as soft as it looks. Wondering how it would feel under his teeth.

James clears his throat to catch Regulus' attention. Unnecessary, since he hasn’t lost it the moment he entered the Great Hall.

“So, Regulus,” he starts.

“Yes?” He can see the trail of hair disappearing under the navy trousers. He’s having a hard time not to reach out and touch it.

He’s being so brave about this whole thing, someone should notified his mind-healer.

A beat of silence and then a hand, reaching for his chin and turning his face up, callous fingers against his soft skin. The sight of James’ playful smile makes something inside him melt.

“My eyes are up here, love.”

His cheeks get warmer out of the embarrassment of being caught. Not that he was subtle in the least but still, embarrassing.

James doesn’t seem to mind in the least.

“You’re blushing,” he notices.

Regulus' face is practically red at this point.

“Shut up,” he grumbles and James chuckles.

“No, no, I like it,” he says, voice soft. “Red looks good on you,” and then he proceed to fucking caressing his cheek.

It’s settled then, Regulus is living inside a romantic novel where making a fool out of yourself in front of someone you fancy is necessary and crop tops are a thing.

“What do you want?”

“Just wanting to say hello,” James says, eyes softening. “Hello,”

“Hi,” Regulus says, like an idiot.

“Fancy a Quidditch game with me?”

Regulus frowns. “Right now?”

“Why not?”

“You’re not wearing the proper gear,”

James smirks, “I think I will manage,”

This is a bad idea, a terrible one and Regulus knows it, everyone knows it and yet— “Lead the way then,”

James lets his hand drop from his face, and it takes all of Regulus not to chase the touch, but the feeling of loss is quickly replaced with excitement when he sees James holding his hand up for Regulus to take.

Regulus does, of course he does.

Hand in hand, they make it to the Quidditch pitch.

Together.

#well. let it not be said I never do anything nice for you guys #happy birthday James!!!#pathetic Reggie my fave Reggie #wait for the slutty shorts James later today!!#and just fyi Sirius looks amazing in that crop top too #also pardon any mistakes I wrote this last night half asleep #anyways enjoy!!!#james potter #James Potter birthday #croptopjames #jegulus #jegulus fic #jegulus microfic #(?) idk

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kairospy · 9 months

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Sirius, concerned and fussing: ?? why are you limping, Prongs?

James, sweating: …fell from my broom

Regulus, walking by: and into my bed

#regulus x james #regulus black x james potter #regulus black #James potter #incorrect jegulus quotes #starchaser #sunseeker #jegulus #james fleamont potter #bottom james potter #top regulus black #the marauders #marauders #regulus arcturus black #incorrect marauders quotes

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yourgalgremlin · 1 month

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the-king-of-all-crows · 2 months

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casual reminder that ron and harry are each other's ride-or-die quite literally (the ford anglia incident in chamber of secrets, anyone?)

#harry potter #harry james potter #ron weasley #harry and ron friendship #golden trio era #my boys <3 #my darlings <3 #they're best friends your honor #and idiots #ok but this is actually top-tier friendship #bestie goals fr #i aspire to be like them

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liquidisedfrogs · 8 months

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Dirty Little Secret

explicit-2.3k

James and Reggie are fucking behind Sirius' back.

Reggie sends James a letter asking them to meet up.

Fucking transpires.

HERE

#marauders #fanfic #harry potter #james potter #jegulus #regulus black #top james potter #explict #ao3 link #marauders era

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nothingtoseeherebyeexx · 1 year

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back from my slumber but deep in an art block ahahahahahakillmeahahahhaha anyway this was inspired by my james playlist <33 (he’s the typa guy to listen to face off unironically and then bust it down to shake it off you can’t change my mind)

also reg is me when i don’t have my headphones at any given time

#evan and barty are worried about reggie #but that’s nothing new #marauders #marauders era #jegulus #sunseeker #starchaser #james fleamont potter #james potter #regulus arcturus black #regulus black #barty crouch jr #evan rosier #james’ top artists would be like pitbull and justin timberlake and y’all know it

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my-castles-crumbling · 5 months

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cutting - @jegulus-microfic - word count: 148

"Alright. I'm cutting him off," Remus murmurs, staring, a bit open-mouthed at James.

Regulus stands next to Remus, staring too.

James is in his element. He's in the middle of the Common Room, standing on a table, holding a Butterbeer in one hand and trailing the other hand up his chest moving his hips back and forth in a way that Regulus can only describe as 'sinful.' His eyes are closed and he's mouthing the words to a song Regulus doesn't recognize, but many others in the crowd of the party seem to know it, because they're singing along around him. James's pants are riding low on his waist and his too-short tank top is high, revealing his toned stomach, a deep V with antlers tattooed there peeking through.

Regulus's mouth is watering.

"Eh....wait a little while longer," he mutters to Remus, his eyes locking with James's.

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moonstruckme · 2 months

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Hey luv!! Saw your requests open and was curious if could do modern au w poly!marauders and nonbinary!reader who wants and gets top surgery. If not thats okay, just ignore!! 💋

Hi! As always with these, I have limited knowledge so please lmk if there's any inaccuracies or insensitivities! I'd be happy to fix them :) And thank you for requesting sweetheart <33

cw: reader is recovering from major surgery, vaguely suggestive (but barely)

poly!marauders x nb!reader ♡ 864 words

James hops over the back of the couch as soon as you and Remus get in the door, instantly assailing you with tenderness.

“How’d the appointment go?” he asks, providing a hand you don’t really need to go sit down on the couch.

“Good,” you say honestly. You can hear Sirius coming down the stairs a second before he appears, giving you a quick up-down to assess your state before grinning at you.

“Feeling good?”

You laugh. “Yeah,” you reiterate, “it went well.”

Remus chuckles, passing a sympathetic hand over your head as he rounds the couch to sag into the armchair. Your boyfriends are infinitely sweet in their attentions, but they’ve been treating your first post-op appointment like it’s Christmas.

“So, is it off?” Sirius asks eagerly.

You smile, nodding. “The vest is off, but I’ve still got the bandages until probably next week.”

James’ knee immediately sets to bouncing as he takes a seat beside you. “Can we see?”

“I’ve already seen,” Remus says smugly.

James’ excitement fizzes in the air around you, and Sirius stalks toward you with purpose. A familiar tingle of apprehension skips over your skin as he leaps upon you, planting a knee on either side of your hips to keep from actually putting any of his weight on your lap. The couch springs groan in protest. Remus echoes them.

“If you break our furniture, you’re buying the new stuff,” he warns.

Sirius ignores him, fingering the button at the collar of your shirt. “May I?”

“Only if you quit flirting with me,” you say.

“Christ,” James’ head lolls back on the couch cushion, “with those terms, we’ll never get to see.”

But Sirius is already undoing your top, slender figures making quick work of the buttons before he’s opening it up. You let the sleeves fall down your shoulders, unable to tamp down your own smile at the sight of your torso.

“Fuck, baby,” Sirius breathes, running his thumb along the skin just underneath the bandages. Even though he’d seen your chest back at the doctor’s office, Remus leans forward in his chair to peek around James. “You look so good.”

“I said no flirting,” you try to joke, but his eyes are earnest when they meet yours.

“I mean it,” he says.

Your face heats, a pleasant warmth blooming behind the bandages.

“You really do,” James agrees. He’s looking from your chest to your face like he’s matching them up in his head. “You’re so perfect like this, angel.”

You smile at him. “You’ve always said that, Jamie.”

“I have,” he admits. “I mean, you’ve always been perfect, but you’re so you now, it’s like…” His smile unfurls, beatific, and your face scrunches up in apprehension a second before his smacking kiss lands on your cheek. “You’re perfecter than perfect.”

“Cheesy,” you diagnose, the warmth of your skin increasing. “But thank you, sweetheart.”

“Mm, you don’t look like you think it’s cheesy,” Sirius says, cupping the back of your neck and grinning at the heat he finds there. “You look quite pleased, actually.”

“I can be both,” you counter.

“I like seeing you this pleased.” James presses another, gentler, kiss to your temple. “You’ve seemed so happy since the surgery. I feel like I didn’t realize what we were missing out on before.”

You tilt your head back against the cushions, looking at him. “Have I really?” You’ve certainly felt happier, but most of the time since your surgery has been spent in bed, alternately asking your boyfriends for help and complaining about how much help you need.

James looks surprised you’d even ask, and Remus says, “Of course, dove. You carry yourself so differently, you thought we wouldn’t notice?”

You feel your lips quirk, imagining yourself hobbling around during the walks James had forced you to go on because the doctor recommended it. “You mean like an elderly person?”

“He means like a sure person,” Sirius says, and his gaze could melt you to the bone as it rakes from your chest up to your face. “You seem more at home in yourself.” He grins crookedly. “It’s hot.”

“Easy.” James gives Sirius’ shoulder a little nudge. “They’re still not cleared for any of your depravities.”

“Don’t know what you mean,” Sirius murmurs, bending to smear a kiss over the corner of your mouth. “Also, they haven’t said that yet. What did they say during your appointment, baby?”

“I doubt that would fall under the list of sanctioned activities.” You’re unable to keep the tinge of giddiness from your voice, and your dastardly boyfriend grins at hearing it. “I’m still not allowed to do much. I thought I’d be able to shower this week, but no.”

Sirius lights up at the last bit, and you narrow your eyes. Remus groans.

“What?” you ask.

“Now you’ve done it,” Remus says, managing to sound completely exasperated despite the humor in his eyes.

“What?” you repeat, alarm increasing as Sirius’ grin spreads.

James pats your shoulder consolingly, seeming to have also caught onto whatever’s made your boyfriend so happy.

“I’ve found the perfect solution to our problem, sweetpea,” Sirius says, tone already wheedling. “I’ll just give you sponge baths.”

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myprongsfootera · 10 months

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This fandom is so funny

Two best friends? Who are completely and totally obsessed with each other? And finish each other's sentences? And need to be together every waking minute? To the point that they invent new ways to pull it off even when they're apart? Because they're that obsessed with each other?

And this is a rarepair????

#this makes no sense #this should be top tier #it writes itself every time #best friends #friends to lovers #but basically already lovers let's be real #wolfstar is not this good #it's certainly not worth this being this obscure #bambibelle #Prongsfoot #james potter x sirius black #marauders #marauders era #dead gay wizards #james potter #sirius black #sirius black x james potter

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swag696942069 · 3 months

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Barty, about to enter Evan: Here comes the airplane

Evan, mortified: Don't ever say that to me again

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