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bloodbruise · 27 days

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@jegulus-microfic | april 26: aimless | 1,276 words | trans! regulus

james does regulus' tape binding aftercare <3

James lingers in the doorway, quietly observing Regulus in their softly lit bathroom.

He's perched on the ledge of the bathtub, seemingly lost in thought, his head bowed and fingers idle and aimless where they trace the rim of it. He's shirtless, clad in only boxers and socks. His bare thighs press against the cool porcelain, causing goosebumps to rise there. Soft, late evening light leaks from the window, casting gentle shadows against his frame.

Outside, the rhythmic passing of cars punctuates the stillness, their headlights casting golden beams that dance across the wet asphalt. The nearby stoplight's red glow mingles with them, creating a surreal mix of colors on the shimmering pavement.

There's a soft rustle of movement as James enters the room behind Regulus, moving to the sink. He sifts through the contents of their vanity, hands passing over their shared face wash and the cup holding their toothbrushes to retrieve the items needed for Regulus' tape aftercare. Deft hands gather oil, washcloths, cotton swabs, and salve before placing them on the bathtub ledge. He approaches Regulus with a tenderness reserved only for moments like these, for him.

"Ready, love?" James' voice breaks the silence with a mellow murmur. He settles his weight behind him.

Regulus turns his head, giving a small nod against his own shoulder. "Yeah," he says, voice crackling from disuse.

James leans in to press a kiss between Regulus' shoulder blades. He lingers there for a moment. This close, he can see the faint dusting of freckles that mark his back. They're spattered across the skin like spray from a wave on sand. Speckles in shades of russet, sepia, and chocolate dance across his pale skin, shifting as Regulus shivers lightly. As James' lips leave his back, the muscles beneath those pretty dots tremble.

James reaches for the oil, uncaps it, and warms it between his hands. He presses both his palms to Regulus, carefully smoothing the oil over the edges of the tape. His touch follows the span of the tape from Regulus' back, under his arms, to the front of his chest. His movements are slow and practiced, designed as much to reassure as to treat. The oil glistens slightly on Regulus' skin, catching the dim light as it begins to soften the adhesive.

As they wait for the tape to loosen, a comfortable silence settles over them, punctuated only by the distant sounds of the city and their own quiet breathing. James doesn't stop his ministrations; his fingers continue to trace gentle paths along Regulus' shoulders, the back of his neck, following the delicate contours of his shoulder blades. These moments are so special to him; he wants Regulus to feel loved through his actions, to experience the same palpable surge of affection with each pass of his hands that James feels. There is so much trust that Reg offers him in these moments—it's intimate. James is the only person Regulus allows to see the most vulnerable parts of himself, and that knowledge alone makes James' heart swell with fondness and love. He has never loved someone as he does Regulus.

Regulus, Regulus, Regulus.

Sometimes, James thinks Regulus was crafted specifically for him; as if the cosmos themselves conspired to mold him to perfectly complement the contours of James' own body, his own soul. Looking back, it's almost silly to him now—he thought he knew what love was like before him. His heart was already overflowing with it for Sirius, his mum, his dad, his friends. He's always had big emotions, brimming with affection and fierce protectiveness for the people around him. He's always cared deeply and felt profoundly, but nothing could have prepared him for the depth of feeling that Regulus brought into his life.

James knows nothing, nobody else could ever make him feel like this.

He settles his hands on the edges of the tape on Regulus' left side. "Gonna take it off now, okay?"

"Yeah, okay James. Go ahead"

James pulls at the tape gently, easing it from the skin. He's careful not to pull too hard or move too fast, patient as he works. He grabs Regulus' bicep, thumb pressing into the underside, fingers curling over. "Lift your arm up, Reg," he instructs softly.

Regulus raises his arm, holding it aloft as James' hand moves back down to steady the skin being separated from the tape. He can't resist pausing to press a kiss to the underside of his bicep before continuing to peel off the tape there. When he encounters a tough spot, where the tape still clings to his skin, James reaches for more oil. He warms it between his fingers once again before lightly holding the piece back, rubbing it into the seam between Regulus' skin and the tape until it loosens enough for him to continue. He carefully removes the first piece, then works at a second, a third, before repeating the process on Regulus' right side.

There's still a faint trace of leftover adhesive where the edges of the tape once were. So, James takes a cotton swab, dips it in oil, and meticulously traces the outlines left by the pieces. He moves slowly, with deliberate delicacy, mindful of the soreness of his skin.

Once he's satisfied, James fetches the washcloth. He soaks it in warm, soapy water and carefully cleans the area, wiping away excess oil and any lingering traces of the day. Then he reaches for the salve—the last physical part of their routine, though James knows the comfort it brings goes beyond just the skin. Two of his fingers dip into the container, scooping up the soothing balm. James is so careful with him, his fingers so gentle as they spread the salve, taking extra care with the tender skin under his arms and over his ribs. He traces the rungs of them, then the dip of his chest, making sure no skin is left uncared for.

James then grabs what's technically his own shirt—a worn, soft thing that Regulus has claimed as his own, his favorite pajama top—from the ledge of the sink. He helps Regulus slip it over his head, taking advantage of every second he allows him to be so close, to take care of him.

"Feeling okay?" James asks once Regulus is settled.

He trails his hand at the hem of his shirt, slipping it underneath to rest gently on his stomach, careful not to brush the newly cared-for skin or his chest.

Regulus hums an affirmative, "mhmm." Eyes closing and head tipping back as he nods.

"I'm not just asking about your skin, love," James whispers. It's tough for Regulus sometimes, taking the tape off, sitting with his chest. It's a necessity though, for his well-being, despite the discomfort it brings. And James always does everything within his power to make it easier for him. He knows he can't fix everything, but he'd be damned if he didn't at least try to.

Regulus reaches back, his palm sliding from James' elbow to his hand beneath his shirt, their fingers intertwining at his stomach. Their faces are so close that Regulus' cheek drags against James' as he turns his head, planting a soft kiss on James' cheek. "I do, I feel okay. I promise," he murmurs, giving James a warm smile.

Leaning back into James' frame, Regulus lets his weight settle comfortably against him. "You make it easier," he breathes out, words floating into the space between them. Another kiss, "Thank you. I love you."

James holds him a moment, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath, heart swelling just a little bit more. "I love you too."

#i wonder if the transphobes in my inbox realize that all that they accomplish is motivating me to write more trans reg sooo #jegulus #regulus black #james potter #jegulus fic #jegulus microfic #marauders #starchaser #sunseeker #marauders fanfic #james x regulus

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veryinnovative · 24 days

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@jegulus-microfic | april 30, prompt: sky | word count: 1.927 featuring older ceo regulus black and younger secretary james potter part 2 | part 1 AKA word on the street is i Excel in the sheets

“Erh…” he tries after a stretch of silence. “So, how was your day?”

Regulus pins him frozen to place with a look, a sign spelling ‘stupid’ nailed right into his forehead. “You know how my day was. You manage my schedule.”

Damn, tough crowd. “Okay,” James drawls, a little unsure. “But, like, how did it go?”

The place functions as any other hole-in-the-wall restaurant that serves just a handful of people throughout the day, most of whom are loyal customers returning every so often for a comfort meal when homesickness becomes a little too much to bear. Even now, there are only a couple of people scattered about, none of which pay any mind to either Regulus or James.

“So, first impressions?” James asks when he takes a seat across from him.

“It’s satisfactory.”

“Satisfactory.” James blinks.

Regulus is quiet. He looks terribly out of place wearing a luxury suit exported from one of the globe’s corners and James can’t help but feel a little guilty. He’s seen Regulus carve into lobster with only a fork and knife but still can’t help but worry about future dry cleaning prices for which he may or may not be responsible.

“Erh…” he tries after a stretch of silence. “So, how was your day?”

Regulus pins him frozen to place with a look, a sign spelling ‘stupid’ nailed right into his forehead. “You know how my day was. You manage my schedule.”

Damn, tough crowd. “Okay,” James drawls, a little unsure. “But, like, how did it go?”

Regulus, perhaps finally acknowledging his poor attempts at small talk to ease the awkwardness, studies him intently for a long, close moment before acquiescing. “Enervating.” Right, because Regulus is the type to unironically use words like enervating.

“The business deal?” James asks and Regulus nods. “Dude from Jakarta, right?”

“The CEO from the biggest real estate company in Jakarta,” Regulus corrects him.

Tomato, tomato. “Does this mean you get to leave work at a reasonable hour starting tomorrow?”

“I’ve never had reasonable working hours.”

“Of course, I forgot the very important detail you’re a raging workaholic.”

Regulus’ mouth sets into a firm line as his brows knit together into a censorious frown—his entire face contorting into something that’s one odd remark away from turning downright petulant. “I am not—” He stops. Breathes in. Probably recognizes James is very carefully pulling his tail and for some reason becomes decidedly collegial. “Allow me to rephrase myself. I am meticulous. I prefer finishing tasks before going home and don’t mind when it results in me staying at work a little longer. It’s inevitable as a CEO when timezones don’t work in my favor.”

Absolute bullshit. “Just last week you kept leaving the office after the cleaning shift already came by to sweep the place clean. I know because they told me.”

“I can’t see how any of this poses as a bother to you.” And there it is, the good ole Regulus Black-esque deflection.

“I’m just worried. That is all.”

Regulus’ nose twitches and he looks away, a clear indication that he no longer wants to be a willing participant in the conversation. When Regulus becomes like this, James has learned to leave it be.

Luckily, it doesn’t take long for the food to arrive. James can stop pretending to take in the beautiful sight of the night sky, cracked asphalt, and the flickering colors of traffic signs when the plate is placed on the center of the table, carrying an assortment of different meat cuts and a modest side salad that will probably be Regulus’ for the taking.

Using the table etiquette of a properly groomed aristocrat, Regulus carefully selects some vegetables to put on his plate and a modest serving of rice. He skillfully carves out some pieces around the skewer.

“Seriously,” James deadpans. “Go on, Your Royal Highness, you can use your hands for this.”

Regulus almost bridles at the mere suggestion.

“Seriously, there’s no shame in it. Here, let me do it for you”

Regulus watches as James grabs one of the skewers and uses his fork to tear chunks off, dropping a generous portion of roasted vegetables and meat on Regulus’ plate. “You want some of this flatbread?”

Regulus shakes his head and James shrugs. He swiftly mouths off a dollop of sauce on his thumb, which earns him one of Regulus’ notorious James-exclusive grimaces.

Right, table manners.

They get to eating and James is once again reminded of how much of a slow eater Regulus is. It’s like he counts his chews, jaw working diligently with the faint scrapes of his cutlery against the plate. That and he works even as he eats, almost on auto-pilot with how he takes out his phone to open Outlook.

“Using your phone at the table is rude manners,” James teases.

“I got an e-mail.”

“Of course.” He nods. “Nothing workaholic about that, no.”

“It’s an important e-mail.”

“You know I read something about how it’s also important to spend time with your employees.” He waves around a piece of the flatbread as if to emphasize the point. “Get to know them better and all.”

“I know plenty about you,” Regulus answers as he types away.

“That so?”

Regulus looks at him, entirely indifferent as the phone is placed face-down on the table. “James Potter. Twenty-three years old. Finished your master’s degree at Oxford, with flying colors might I add. You took a gap year to travel, working all sorts of jobs to pay for your accommodation. Currently, you live near Camden and spend most of your spare time enjoying hobbies or going to the pub with your friends. You have a Joe and the Juice stamp card.”

James tries not to physically reel back. “That…” He starts, absolutely nonplussed. Someone come pick his fucking jaw off the table, it’s dropped off its hinges. “You know what Joe and the Juice is?” Impossible, all things considered. Regulus is in a tax bracket where chain restaurants might seem like fanciful inventions, the kind of places mentioned only in tales where fine dining is unheard of. There's a brief curiosity about whether this is the equivalent of discovering that Toy Story's Pizza Planet is a real place that actually serves food.

“I've come to understand that it's a venue offering juice among a broad array of meals and beverages, yes.”

Still, that’s doesn’t explain… “How do you even know all of that? I hardly even know anything about you other than that you recently turned thirty and were homeschooled for this position.” And that he’s quite fond of the occasional handful of candied macadamias when feeling particularly indulgent. James keeps a packet of it in his bag.

Regulus’ throat bobs. “I do thorough research on the people I employ”

That’s not more than thorough research at this point, far beyond the usual background checks done on new personnel. “Uh-uh. Or you stalk my Instagram during your free time.”

Regulus promptly chokes on his food. His fork falls onto the plate with a loud clatter. James nearly knocks his knee against the table as he too scrambles for the pitcher to pour him water, almost knocking over his can of Sprite in the process.

“Easy, I was just kidding.” He has half the mind to stand up and start patting him on his back to dislodge whatever molecular-sized cucumber wedged itself in his airpipe. “I doubt Mr. Black Enterprises even uses Instagram.”

Regulus looks up startled. Definitely not from the lack of air.

Oh.

Ohohohoh.

“Oh my god.” James’ face splits into a distinguished, shit-eating grin. “You do.”

“What?” It’s barely a wheeze with the way Regulus has been caught. His grip is deadly around the fork, something that should warn James to be wary.

“Instagram,” James repeats, trying his hardest not to gloat when Regulus shivers. “You use it? The Regulus Black uses Instagram? I thought you would be a member of some upper-echelon-exclusive platform instead of mingling with us.”

The worry swiftly dissipates, giving way to confusion, and then settles into something far more at ease. Although James enjoys those fleeting moments where he gets Regulus riled up, he much prefers seeing him relaxed. “Oh—I—Yes. Occasionally,” he stammers, swallowing and reaching for a napkin to dap at his mouth with. “Barty convinced me,” he hastily adds. “It’s a very private account. I’m hardly active on it.”

Sinking into his seat, James pats around for his own phone. “You should follow me.”

“Shu?”

“On Instagram. You should follow me. If you want, of course.”

The tips of Regulus’ ears turn a delicious pink as he returns his attention to his plate. “I’ll think about it.”

After some more idle talk and eating, they decide to head out before Barty ultimately decides it’s past working hours and he’s not dropping Regulus off at home—some palatial penthouse tucked away in one of London's secluded enclaves where the affluent reside, enjoying a life of extravagance as they remain shielded from the public gaze.

Nonetheless, the cherished designated driver will have to linger a bit longer, as both James and Regulus pull out their cards at the cash register. Being a very wise man, Hakeem registers the amount into the terminal and swiftly turns away, well aware that nothing good ever comes from getting involved.

James dismissively waves his hand. “You can put away your card, it’s on me.”

Of course, Regulus isn’t compliant in the slightest. “I made you feel obligated to stay longer than you intended, so it's only right that I pay.”

“I’m the one who invited you, come now.”

“And I’m the one responsible for making you miss out on dinner.”

“Nah. I told you, it was my fault. Seriously, I want to—”

He attempts to move closer, but Regulus also edges forward. Despite being shorter, Regulus exudes an air of authority that instinctively compels James to widen the gap between them and not bump into him. “And I insist.”

But luckily, James is taller and his arms are longer. “Gotta be quicker than that then.”

He extends his arm, shooting right past Regulus’ and taps his card against the terminal, smiling smugly when Regulus scowls up at him, not in the least impressed by his playing dirty. James’ lips part, a jab resting right on the tip of his tongue, something along the lines of ‘They don’t teach you this at fancy pants school?’ only for a chime to disrupt his train of thought.

Card declined.

“Low funds, Yakup,” Hakeem announces without looking over his shoulder like James isn’t sinking to his knees in embarrassment already.

“You got paid four days ago,” Regulus murmurs at his side.

“Rent and utilities were due yesterday.” It nearly comes out in a whine.

“I doubt your rent takes up your whole salary.”

“I also had to pay off my credit card,” James grits out, fumbling through his wallet looking for some cash. In an alternative universe where they’re starred in some cartoon show, the poor faux leather division coughs up dust motes.

“Seriously? How much do you make?

“Might I remind you that you pay me.”

The way Regulus clutches onto his credit card, unlimited of course, one might think the poor thing is about to fold in half. James might as well, to be honest. “Move.”

“No.” His pride’s already been hurt. “Hakeem, can I pay in installments?”

“Only if you take young Khadija out on a date.”

James considers it for a moment, but Regulus the comment only makes Regulus seethe further, “Potter, if you don’t move I’ll give you a reason to worry.”

That’s enough to convince James. He steps away, all kicked puppy-like, and watches how Regulus’ payment gets processed far quicker. “Next time’s on me.”

Regulus rolls his eyes, even as the apples of his cheeks dust pink. “Come, I’m tired and want to go home.”

#jegulus #james potter #regulus black #jegulus fanfiction #marauders #marauders au #jegulus microfic #starchaser #sunseeker #ino microfic tag!#arab jegulus <3 #i had to split this in two and i fear the first half shan't see the light of day for a while yet #for now it's just in a doc for mil's perusal..#this is v low effort but it's why i love it #ceo reg save me #fic / word on the street is i excel in the sheets.#i forgot the title </3 #80% is asleep but matter not... it shall find u

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xjustakay · 7 months

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It’s another not-quite-kiss, reminiscent of the suspended moment in time out on the patio at the Beachcomber. Only this time, instead of kissing him, Remus blows smoke between Sirius’ slightly parted lips, right into his waiting mouth where he inhales it himself.

absolutely insanely in love with this commission by evix.art on instagram of wolfstar from chapter 6 of baby, all i wanna do is coast (with you)!! so so thankful for her incredible work on this scene; i'm irrationally obsessed with it and with them<33

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redgitanako · 10 months

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Someone said this YES I DO KNOW IN FACT!!!

#artists on tumblr #punkflower #across the spiderverse #miles morales #hair fic illust again!!#you know which one #reg art

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not-rab · 2 months

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part seven of Music and Memories, a Marauders band AU

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2015

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part six | part eight

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banana-zim · 5 months

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💉 Insane in the Membrane 💉

#invader zim #dib membrane #insane in the membrane #invader zim au #iitm #zadr #i needed some regular ol invader zim practice and then opps my hand slipped #includes both reg zadr and iitm inspired stuff so enjoy #also if you leave a comment on the fic i will go feral thank you

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starchaserdreams · 10 months

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I'm so weak for James using Reg's nicknames and acting all familiar and Reg not even using James' first name but still calling him "Potter"

#it's a whole thing #I'm also obsessed with the *moment* reg first calls him james #best moment of any fic tbh #marauders #marauders era #dead gay wizards #jegulus #starchaser #james potter #regulus black #sunseeker #regulus black x james potter #james x regulus #regulus x james

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emlovessid · 5 months

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@jegulus-microfic december 18, message, 220 words

Regulus knows better than most just how attractive James is.

He wouldn’t say he’s a jealous man generally, but he has been known to not so subtly slip a hand in James’ back pocket when he catches someone eyeing him at the supermarket. Or curl a hand around James’ arm as they’re waiting to be seated at a restaurant, the seater barely even noticing Regulus is there.

So perhaps it’s this jealous streak that has him feeling a little too possessive when he’s passing by James’ office and decides to pop in.

“Hi, is James about?”

The receptionist looks him up and down, fake smile plastered on her lips as she says, “Do you have an appointment?”

Oh, he hates her already.

“No, I don’t,” Regulus says, smiling back; though he’s positive his fake smile is much more convincing than hers.

She laughs, like the idea of visiting someone without an appointment is preposterous. Get over yourself; James is a lawyer, not a doctor. “I’m sorry, Mr Potter is fully booked today.”

“Can you leave a message for him? Tell him I dropped by?”

The fake smile is back, her nose scrunched a bit as she nods, “Of course. And who are you?”

Regulus probably enjoys it far too much when her mouth drops open as he says, “His husband.”

#jealous reg <333 #when i say squinty fake smile i mean that thor face #jegulus #jegulus fic #marauders #sometimes i write things

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small-sinclair · 11 months

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Simp time

Imagine coming up to Vincent and taking his hands, brushing his hair away from his mask, and standing on your toes just to see his lone eye better.

Imagine driving late with Lester and sleeping in the car. So he turns the radio down low and makes sure to miss pot holes.

Imagine cupping Bo’s cheeks, saying, “Let me love you.” And he does because he just needs a hug right now, and he actually allows himself to relax.

Imagine taking off Brahms’s mask to clean the blood off and whispering praises to him, kissing his burns, tell him he’s beautiful.

Imagine Reggie let you play with his curls while laying in bed, you two talking in the moment, and him leaning down to kiss you.

Imagine Jason Vanhause (that’s how you spell his last name, right?) guiding you to the best spot to look at the stars in the camp, and you just start naming them and he’s just happy you’re there.

Imagine going up to a young Michel Myers without his mask on and you just litter his face with kisses and sweet words, him blushing like a mad man.

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jaylienpotter · 7 months

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Conceited

Jegulus one-shot

Warning: Lily Evans bashing (kinda)

"Why don't you give me a chance? Even to be friends?!"

Regulus turned around and walked towards the source of the noise. He knew that voice very well.

"I hate you, Potter!"

Seemed like Black's crush was getting rejected again. Part of him was sad for his brother's best friend, another, more selfish side of him, was relieved.

"Why?! What did I ever do to you? I know I was a prick to Snape sometimes-"

"You're a bully!"

"I'm not a bully! Snape isn't stupid, nor weak, nor innocent. He does the exact same thing we did to him! He's not a victim." He wasn't wrong, to be a bully meant it was one-sided. Snape and Potter were more like mortal enemies.

"Even then, you're still a rich, obnoxious, arrogant, selfish prat who doesn't shut up about himself! You're so bloody conceited!"

That hit. He could see the hurt in those dark brown eyes. People didn't know the effort the tanned skinned boy put into helping others, making sure everyone is happy, included, safe. He could have all eyes on him yet no one noticed. Except Reg. He noticed James.

"That's not true." The pair turned to him in surprise, pale hands becoming fidgety with the sudden notion of being watched. He kind of regretted speaking up.

"James doesn't talk about himself. Yes, he's sometimes a bit obnoxious and loud, and he does talk a lot but it's never centered around himself. You're getting confused with my brother, Evans."

"Oh, please. Those two are the same. You're not in Gryffindor, you don't hear them all the time." Right, but he did hear from the boy in private. In their late night talks that started after Sirius ran away. Because James didn't want Reg to feel alone. He noticed. He cared. He helped.

"What does he say then? About himself. Not about his friends. Or the stupid pranks they all pull." He dragged the word 'all', making it a point that it didn't count.

"Do you know his favourite colour? Favourite animal? Favourite classes and professors? His grades? How many people he's dated? Anything about his home life? His life goals and dreams?" It was too late to back out, the rant had begun, and you bet Blacks finish what they start.

"Because I don't think so. He might talk a shit lot, but it's about his group plans, his friends, making jokes, making others laugh when feeling like shit as so many do nowadays," himself included. "It takes a lot to get him to talk about himself as an individual, actually. You would know if you gave him a chance. But for someone so against judgemental people, you really do focus on his appearance." Green eyes wide, pink lips shut tight. Regulus contained his smirk.

"He's a good person. A great friend. Selfless and caring despite being from an old pureblood family. And he fights for what he thinks is right. He fights for others. With his big personality comes a big heart. So if you don't make space for the love he has to offer just because you think you don't believe he has it in him, he's not the conceited one." Red hair nearly flew with Lily's stormed exit. She hadn't liked their interaction in the slightest. It was better that way. She wasn't deserving.

Piercing dark eyes were burning a whole through black curls. Reg avoided James's gaze, afraid of what he'd say. He only faced him when he felt the boy closer, and he could swear Potter's eyes were sparkling.

"You meant that...?"

"Of course. You care so much about everyone else that you forget yourself. You couldn't tell me what you wanted to do in the future because it would depend on what your friends decided to do with their lives. You're the most selfless person I know, and if she thinks otherwise, she doesn't deserve your love or friendship."

Silence. He really wanted the older boy to say something, but he just stared, lips slightly parted. Icy blue eyes looked away, shoulders tensing from the attention.

Warm strong arms surrounded his small figure, nearly making him halt. But Potter's sweet, intoxicating smell had him relax and melt in his arms, wrapping his much slimmer ones around his tanned waist.

"Thanks, Reggie." His heart skipped a beat at the nickname and he hoped James didn't feel it against his own chest. He was also thankful to have his face covered, absolutely certain that his white cheeks had turned fully pink.

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phantomgrimalkin · 8 months

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"Moony- how did you get a cat and not tell us?"

Remus growled at the question, pulling his blanket over his head as James bounced on the bed, trying to get his attention.

"Piss off, Prongs," he snarled, grabbing his pillow to smack the boy with, resulting in an indignant yowl that made him freeze and process what James had actually said.

He froze, pillow in his raised arms, and glanced down to where a large, black, fluffy cat with silvery eyes was flicking its tail with irritation, nearly blending into Sirius’s long, black hair spread over the pillow as the other boy also grumbled and buried himself under the covers.

Remus tilted his head back for a moment, muttered, "Right, I signed up for this," then resumed smacking James across the face with his pillow, "It is too fucking early, you bloody Quidditch menace!"

"Oy! If you'd stop trying to hide things from us!" he laughed.

"It can wait until a reasonable hour!" he insisted.

"It's not my fault - your bunkmate needs to get up," James pouted, shoving Sirius out of bed with a single push, taking the covers with him. "And I saw this sweetie," he finished, reaching out for the cat who hissed.

"Right inconsiderate, Moons, what if I was allergic?" Sirius muttered sleepily, rubbing his eyes.

"And Wormy might have issues with it," James added, teasingly.

"Leave me out of this! I like cats fine!" Peter shouted.

Remus growled again, grabbing the cat in his arms and moving them both to Sirius's untouched bed, as his had been thoroughly destroyed.

"You're going to have to tell me what you want to be called like that, or else you'll be named by the people responsible for 'Moony' and 'Wormtail'," Remus muttered to the cat, pulling the blanket over his head and going back to sleep.

#remus x regulus #regulus x remus #remus lupin #regulus black #moonseeker #moonwater #marauder era #marauders #sirius black #james potter #microfic #It's up to you if Sirius and Remus are dating or if the marauders just share each other's beds all the time #It's up to you if Regulus and Remus are dating #or if they're just such Very Good Friends that Regulus sneaks across the castle to share Remus's bed #This is meant to be when Remus finds out Regulus is an animagus #He is not even surprised #Wrote for a fic then didn't like it for the fic but liked it for itself #peter pettigrew #I do like queerplatonic Reg/Rem for the record. I like ace Regulus being possessive of Remus

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regulus-blacks-lover · 2 years

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42 w Regulus

#42: “stay quiet”

Summary/Warnings: Regulus Black x (f) Reader hide in a closet to avoid detention. Includes praise & fingering, also some *very* light choking.

Also @ whoever decided that Regulus's go-to petname was 'dove' you are so smart and I want to kiss you

You'd known Sirius Black had a penchant for pranks, but you never expected his stoic brother to be the same way.

"Regulus!" You hissed. He'd somehow convinced you to be his lookout as he carried out his prank. It wasn't until you arrived that you realized his prank involved casting a charm to make a classroom disappear.

And not just any classroom. Professor McGonagall's classroom.

You could hear someone approaching. Whoever it was walked quickly, their footsteps clicking purposefully against stone. You'd recognise those footsteps anywhere.

"Regulus!" You said, voice slightly more panicked. "It's her! She's coming!"

He whirled around, a triumphant smirk on his face. Behind him, you saw that the door to Professor McGonagall's classroom had disappeared.

You didn't have time to register anything else before Regulus pulled you down the hallway, quickly around a corner, and pushed you into an unassuming broom cupboard, closing the door behind the pair of you.

Your back was pressed into a broom rack. A sliver of light under the door illuminated the closet just enough for you to make out a few shadows. Next to you, Regulus let out a whispery laugh. You couldn't help but grin back at him, though you weren't sure he could see.

"What in the- Ooh I don't have time for this." Came McGonagall's voice.

Suddenly, a pair of cool hands came to rest on your hips. You sucked in a sharp breath at the sensation.

Standing behind you, Regulus whispered, "Shhh, dove. Wouldn't want to get caught, would we?"

You could feel him smirking as he lowered his head and began peppering kisses down your neck. His hands began to wander, one tracing along your collarbone and the other lifting the hem of your skirt.

"Reg-" You began, but paused as he found the buttons of your blouse, deftly unbuttoning it so he'd have better access. His long fingers swept under the top of your bra. Instinctively, you flattened your back against his chest and he bit at your ear.

"Do you like that, little dove?" He asked teasingly.

You could only nod as his fingers twisted around your nipple.

Outside in the hallway, Professor McGonagall's pacing footsteps grew louder and you could hear her muttering to herself as she undoubtedly looked for the culprit.

Regulus pushed your skirt up around your waist and pulled your underwear to the side. "Hmmm. So wet for me already, aren't you my dove?" He hummed in your ear, and you suppressed a moan at his words. "That's right my darling. You'd best stay quiet now. Wouldn't want to get caught now, would we?"

And with that, Regulus slid a finger inside you. You bit your lip to stop yourself from whimpering. His pace was merciless, one finger pumping in and out of your pussy while his thumb circled your clit.

He wrapped a gentle hand around your throat as your legs began to shake uncontrollably, whispering in your ear again, "Shhh."

As if you needed the reminder. Being caught by McGonagall would be one thing, but to be caught by McGonagall like this? You'd never live it down.

Regulus added a second finger to your cunt, and pressed so hard on your clit you swore your vision went white. He removed his hand from your throat, wrapping his arm around your waist instead, holding you up.

"Just like that." He whispered, "Just like that, dove. Come on my fingers like a good girl."

It pushed you over the edge, and he knew it, continuing to pump his fingers in and out as you came down from your high.

"Such a good girl for me," He said again, smoothing your skirt back down over your thighs.

You turned to face him and he pulled you into a deep kiss. You could just barely taste yourself on his tongue.

You pulled away as McGonagall's footsteps finally receded down the hallway. "Next time, Regulus," you said, "you'll be the lookout."

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