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prongsfish · 2 months

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@jegulus-microfic / feb 26 / bed / 576 words

“No fucking way.”

It took James a few seconds to place the voice. He was barely awake, only just aware of the warm body flushed against his own, the eucalyptus scent his nose was buried in, and Barty Crouch Jr, who he thought was trying to whisper, but was really just hissing words louder than most peoples’ standard volume. He pushed his face deeper into soft hair, feeling Regulus pull James’ arms in closer to himself where he wrapped them around him.

“Are you seeing this shit, Ev?” Barty continued, and James struggled to resist groaning. He wanted nothing more than to be left alone, basking in the blissful feeling of waking up next to Regulus for as long as physically possible, but he knew that his chances of being left alone would decrease greatly if he showed any sign of wanting it. He didn’t know Regulus’ friends very well, but you pick up a few things about people when obsessed with their best friend, and Barty and Evan seemed like the kind of guys who would cut their own arms off if they knew it’d so much as slightly inconvenience you.

“I am,” Evan confirmed, mock horror blending with amusement.

“They’re shirtless.” He practically gasped, and James thought Barty sounded far too offended for someone he’d seen sticking his tongue down Evan’s throat many times over breakfast.

“I can’t wait to tell the girls about this.”

“Oh, absolutely,” Barty said, and the two lead into a long conversation about just how hilarious Dorcas and Pandora’s reactions would be. James was seconds away from cursing both of them into oblivion for disturbing his peace when Regulus shifted from in front of him. He let out a distressed noise, gripping tighter to stop him from getting out of bed, and Evan and Barty fell silent for the first time since waking, seeming to finally notice that the pair they were talking about were awake.

“Let go, James,” Regulus mumbled, voice still not fully recovered from sleep. James just whined again. “I’ll be right back, okay?”

James huffed, still not entirely happy to let Regulus leave, but loosened his grip nonetheless and felt as Regulus slowly got up.

“He’s never this bloody nice to us in bed.” Barty grumbled, quickly followed by a shout of “Ow, what the fuck!” and the sound of something being thrown across the dorm.

“If you value your lives, you’ll leave. Now.”

Evan and Barty just snorted. “Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Evan laughed, and Barty called “See you at breakfast!” as the door opened and they clambered out.

Regulus sighed as he stepped back closer to the bed again. “Sorry about them, they’re idiots.”

James finally opened his eyes to see Regulus looking down at him from above, light framing his head like a halo, as beautiful as ever. James, despite all his prior whingeing, couldn’t help but smile up at him. He could barely believe he was really here after so long of never letting himself imagine it, limiting the way his stomach would flip over the boy to impossible fantasies and daydreams, but there he was. The dungeons were much colder than the Gryffindor dorms, but James couldn’t deny the warmth that spread through him anyway.

So, when Regulus sat down on the edge of the bed and James rose to lean into his side, he knew he was telling the truth when he said, “S’alright baby, just glad to be here.”

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prongsfish · 1 month

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@croptopjames / 1,015 words / happy bday jfp <3 - nsfw but fades to black

Regulus thought he might die, honestly.

This couldn’t be allowed. It was surely against the rules. Regulus wasn’t exactly sure what rules he was referring to (Laws against public indecency, maybe?), but somebody had to stop James Potter.

He knew exactly what he was doing, too. Chest puffed out, arms crossed, and leaning against the wall, all while idly rolling his wrist, the red cup in his hand moving in circles. Regulus couldn’t see into the cup, but assuming it wasn’t yet empty of beer, he thought the liquid sloshing around inside was likely reminiscent of the feeling inside his stomach. His smile too, of course, betrayed his self-satisfaction. The glint in his eyes said that he knew just how much he was affecting the other party-goers.

Regulus huffed over the man’s ridiculously large ego and tried not to think about how, at that moment, he was the perfect example to prove it justified.

And he definitely wasn’t thinking about the strip of brown skin between the top of his jeans and the hem of his shirt, which was much too small for him. The skin that was covered by it was only barely less inappropriate as he may as well have not been wearing a shirt at all with how tightly it clung to the contours of his defined torso.

He looks ridiculous, Regulus thought, like he’s wearing a kid’s t-shirt. He ignored the contrasting reaction his body seemed to be insisting on, but still couldn’t bring himself to tear his eyes away.

“Jesus Christ, mate, try not to drool,” Barty said from beside him. Regulus scowled but didn’t so much as glance over at him, despite having no clue when he got there. “I’ve seriously never seen you look this desperate. I’m a bit worried you’ll combust.”

“Shut up.” He replied through gritted teeth. Barty just sighed and pet him roughly on the back.

“Alright, whatever, I’m gonna go see if Dorcas has found anything stronger to drink yet. Have fun with your ogling.”

Regulus didn’t bother answering, instead taking a sip of the drink he’d been nursing for a while by then. He wasn’t exactly sure what was in it, but Pandora made it, so he wasn’t worried. Any other of his friends and he wouldn’t have dared touch it.

James had been talking to people most of the night and had only been on his own like that for a few minutes. Regulus watched him as he watched everyone else, had been watching him all night, really, but appreciated that he was standing still now. He swore that the man couldn’t stay in one spot for more than thirty seconds.

He didn't know why he felt caught out, then, when James' eyes finally wandered over to him, smirk widening to find Regulus’ eyes already trained intently on him. He wasn’t exactly being subtle, and James had been watching all around the room, of course he’d look his way eventually. If his brain hadn’t been occupied with… other details and he’d thought about it, he would’ve expected it.

He wouldn’t have expected James to then push off the wall and start walking towards him, though.

“Hey Reg,” He said once he was close enough to be heard over the music blasting around them. God, he looked so full of himself. Disgustingly pleased. It made Regulus’ blood burn.

“Potter,” Regulus raised an eyebrow.

“Don’t take that tone with me after I caught you staring.” James wasn’t that much taller than Regulus, but the handful of inches between them meant he looked down at him when they spoke. It definitely did not make Regulus’ stomach flood with butterflies.

“I was simply astounded by your ridiculous attire. I don’t quite know what you were going for there, but it’s a bit of a train wreck.”

“Y’know it’s useless lying to me, baby. It’s written all over your face what you’re really thinking.” God, his voice was good. Deeper than usual, and thick and sweet as syrup. Did he just call him baby?

“And what exactly, would you say, I’m thinking?” Regulus narrowed his eyes, staring directly into James’ own.

James' free hand lifted to rest lightly on Regulus’ hip, just grazing the side of his waist. He tried to hide the way he sucked in a breath, but James’ grin told him he was unsuccessful.

“Similar to what I am, surely.”

Regulus swallowed hard. He wouldn’t give in this easily. “What would Sirius think about you touching his little brother like this, hm?”

James just exhaled a laugh. “Sirius isn’t here right now.” His grip tightened slightly as he leaned forward to murmur only inches away from his face and Regulus couldn’t resist how his eyes snapped down to watch how muscles both covered and uncovered by his shirt shifted. “Don’t change the subject.”

Alright, maybe Regulus would give in that easily.

He swayed forward, suddenly, hands moving up to cup his face and pulling him into a kiss. James’ lips reacted quickly, moving against his own, and his arm shifted around his waist to place his palm on his back. James’ tongue slid against Regulus’ lips and he opened them without hesitation, groaning into his mouth as they hurried to escalate. The sound seemed to spur James on some more, and he started walking them both away, speaking words at a time between devouring Regulus’ mouth with his own. “C’mon, baby, the- fuck- bathroom, this way.”

Normally, Regulus would've challenged his assumption he’d follow him into the bathroom, but this time he only nodded quickly and let James lead him away. Barty was right, he was acting like some common fucking whore. At this rate, if they hadn’t moved into the bathroom, James pushing him against the wall as soon as they were in, they really would’ve been at risk of trouble for public indecency.

As James' mouth left his, moving to trail hot kisses down his body as Regulus writhed above him, all he managed to get out between quiet gasps and moans was “Whatever you do, just, keep- ah-, the shirt, on.”

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prongsfish · 2 months

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@jegulus-microfic / mar 2 / pool / 1,283 words - tiny nsfw warning, they're just horny idiots but they don't do shit lmao

James was trying really hard to be cool about it. Really, really hard.

He was not doing so well.

It was the first summer break since Regulus had started university, reunited with Sirius, and, eventually, started dating James. He was thrilled, full of so much love he could barely handle it, and if he could, he’d spend every second surrounded by all their friends. This meant, of course, that he had been making summer plans 3 months in advance. He wouldn’t spend a single day alone if it were up to him.

They were a week in, and Regulus had stayed with his friends that whole week. He’d been in a dorm with Barty and Evan the past year, but the moment they’d found a decent house to rent off campus, they’d done it. They had the money, so why not? The first week of break was dedicated to moving in and James and Sirius had offered to help, but Regulus insisted they’d only distract him. Today was the first day he was seeing Regulus again, so of course he’d made big plans to celebrate.

This meant that he found himself running around in his ridiculously large backyard, surrounded by everyone he could think to invite to a day in the pool. Sirius had already dragged Remus into the water, where Peter had quickly followed, but James still had a few things to finish before he’d let himself fully relax. Marlene had nearly knocked him over running as he walked out with a jug of lemonade and a stack of glasses balanced precariously in his arms, quickly followed by Mary chasing after her, both girls holding water guns. Thankfully, he managed to keep everything safe in his grasp. After placing it gingerly down on the table, he’d looked up, seen Evan and Barty engaged in what seemed to be some sort of pool noodle battle, and immediately turned away. If it was anyone else he might’ve joined them, but knowing those two, it’d start out a degree too violent and end quite a few degrees too sexual. He wasn’t gonna get involved.

That was all fine, though. Just being surrounded by all his friends, all so joyful and free, made him feel like he was floating.

No, what he couldn’t deal with, what he could not be cool about, was turning away from Evan and Barty to see Regulus stretched across a sun lounge, his pale, bare skin glimmering in the sunlight, looking up at James with an expression that made his whole body tingle. His hair was pushed back by sunglasses on his forehead, and he was wearing only dark green swim shorts that ended halfway down his thighs. The worst part, though, was the piece of watermelon in his hand. He took a slow bite out of it, red juice spilling from his lips to drip down his chin. His gaze alternated between the piece of fruit and James with heavy eyelids, not making any movement to wipe his chin.

James thought he might die.

He’d missed Regulus all week- His friends were long past sick of hearing him wax poetic about him, along with his own despair and loneliness- but he’d been excited more than anything just to see him, talk to him, hold his hand.

Regulus was making it incredibly difficult to stick to thoughts as pure as those ones.

He simply stood, frozen, next to the lemonade. His face was blank and he stared as Regulus continued to eat, each bite leaving more juice dripping down his face and hand. James had picked a really, really good watermelon, and there it was, biting him in the ass. Regulus took his time eating, savouring every second of it, running his tongue along the edges whenever the juice began to pool. James could feel the heat across his cheeks and only hoped that it wasn’t as blatantly obvious to the eye as it felt, burning up his face.

He hadn’t even spoken to Regulus properly, too busy setting up, and his friends had been quick to drag him outside and away from James. They’d only exchanged quick greetings, yet he already wanted nothing but to throw him over his shoulder and carry him upstairs to his bedroom. He was supposed to be hosting a party, for fuck’s sake, and Regulus knew exactly what he was doing. He wasn’t trying to fool anyone, eyes hazy with lust staring up and down James’ body, reminding him that he was also only wearing shorts. He knew how much his athlete’s build and happy trail affected his boyfriend, and it made him glad to know he wasn’t the only one struggling to keep his composure in that moment. He felt a little less ashamed that he was moments away from hard knowing that he wasn’t alone in it.

He was still pretty ashamed, though.

It couldn’t have been more than a couple of minutes, but it felt like hours had passed when Regulus finally finished the slice of watermelon, sucking gently on the rind before placing it down. He pulled his hand back up and, where juice had dripped down between his pointer and thumb fingers, he ran his tongue along it. He closed his eyes as he did it, then smiled slightly with a hum, and that right there was James’ breaking point. He went from standing frozen by the table to leaning over Regulus at the side of the sun lounge before he could even open his eyes again, but when he did, the corner of his mouth twitched just barely before he adjusted his expression to one of false obliviousness.

“Hey, baby. You alright?”

James squinted at him. “You’re fucking evil.”

Regulus simply blinked, perfectly innocent and clueless. “What are you talking about, Jamie?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” James sputtered, even more than he would’ve before the rare nickname was used, “You, you-”

Regulus smiled up at him, genuine and pure. That bastard. James couldn’t form any words, so after a moment or two of stuttering, he gave up, dropped his knees on the edge of the lounge, and pulled Regulus into a deep kiss. He surged into it, grabbing James’ shoulders and kissing him back with a fire that matched the one building inside of James. He could taste the watermelon inside of Regulus’ mouth, even more so when he slipped his tongue out from inside his mouth to swipe it over his chin, finally cleaning it of the sticky juice. He groaned lowly at the sweet taste of it, and Regulus pushed even further into the kiss, both of them seeking more, more, more-

They were interrupted when a bright purple torpedo hit James in the side of his head, and he broke away from Regulus, cursing and rubbing the spot of impact.

“Stop devouring my little brother, you freak!” Sirius shouted while laughter came from all around them. Regulus stuck his middle finger off at his brother, who simply cackled from where he floated in the pool on a doughnut, and James sighed, forcing Regulus to shimmy over so he could lay on his side next to him.

“Evil.” He repeated, and this time, Regulus’ smile was a lot less innocent.

“It didn’t seem like you minded that much, really.”

“No, I didn’t.” He admitted, grinning as he buried his head into his boyfriend’s neck, who only laughed.

“Missed you.” He said after a minute of silence. It was muffled, and Regulus let his hands move from around his back to up in the back of his hair, running mindlessly through his curls as he kissed the top of his head.

“Missed you too, baby.”

#verryyyy ironic writing this while celebrating summer ending #i like summer in concept but i hate the heat sue me #anyways <3 i support the reg calling james baby agenda!#microfish tag #marauders #fanfiction #jegulus #regulus black #james potter #jegulus microfic #marauders fanfiction

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