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friday snippet - thank you for the tag babe @c0mbatchameleon <3

Regulus remembered James well. He always noticed him—not just in a physical sense, but James had a way of demanding attention. Not in an irritating sense, but rather in a manner that lit up and warmed up any room he entered. Regulus never blamed his brother for wanting to be close to the sun. Trying his best to feign interest in his book, Regulus couldn't shake the feeling of James' eyes on him. Did James ever notice him too? Did he ever think of Regulus as more than just his best friend's little brother? Or perhaps now, as more the current adult in charge of one of his players? His thoughts were interrupted by the loud and messy steps of Draco.

snippet of a WIP i can't share yet oops

np tags: @soreddieforit @fromagony @malchai @bellaxisworld @godsofwoes @sommerregenjuniluft

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the marauders as things my friends have said pt 2 (almost 2 years later)

peter: ...how did the exam go?

remus: *laying face down on the carpet, muffled screaming*

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sirius: girl, stop feeding into my delusions

james: HE WANTS YOU

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mary, talking about the new pe teacher: is it just me or....

the entire group: *turns and stares at this poor poor man*

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james, distressed: i can't believe im revising. this is so neeky, dont ever talk to me again.

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sirius: voldermort was deffo in a threesome with his wife and his dog

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remus: im a straight man, guys

sirius: thats not what you told me last night

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sirius: miss, can you tell that kid outside to stop making so much noise?

regulus, who has been sent out of class: ...

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peter: i kissed effie on the mouth when i was little.

marlene: you lucky bitch..

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mary, reading pure smut in class:

remus, reading over her shoulder: jesus christ

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mcgonagall, to sirius: if you're having a vampire problem, garlic will help.

sirius, who has a neck covered in hickies:

james, pissing himself with laughter:

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peter, concerned: [a certain teacher] just told me that i'm sucking the jam out of his doughnut.

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sirius: because you're a big-backed, gorilla bitch.

james: you need to CALM DOWN

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marlene: being a lesbian isnt my only personality trait. im very interesting, actually.

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mary: i cant.. why does her boyfriend look like he's been dumped into a deep fryer.

sirius: for real... the grease is oozing off of him.

mary: and onto her...

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james: we're literally the only cool people here.

the rest of the marauders: real.

#marauders #the marauders #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #regulus black #lily evans #mary macdonald #marlene mckinnon

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the smiths is so fucking funny. i was looking for a job and then i found a job and heaven knows im miserable now. yeah alright. top ten relatable lyrics. steven patrick morrisey wails in his stupid wobbly english and im like yeah. if a double decker bus crashes into us to die by your side is such a heavenly way to die. you're so right. god. just shoot me now

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TRUST jegulus is my fav pairing.

but.

james and barty... james and barty

#begging for recs

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an actual guide to british slang for foreign marauders writers.

because i am sick of seeing

a) people using american english eg. mom, sneakers

b) people overusing "mate" and "innit"

alright? = a greeting, like hello.

everyday words

ain't = haven't

scran = food, or to describe eating

swear down = promise

"swear down, I didn't do nothing,"

bloody = can be used in any sentence at any time

"bloody hell" "its bloody pissing it down out there" "i was bloody wankered"

bloke = a man

innit = isn't it?

mate = equivalent of calling someone bro

bruv, lad, my son = bro, dude, etc

fags, rollies, ciggies, (NOT A SPLIFF) = cigarettes

trust = trust me

"trust, ill tell you later"

chatting (what you chatting about?) = what are you on about?

quid = pound

proper buzzing = really excited

good

sound = good

bangin' = really good

lush = good

"that scran was lush"

jokes = a laugh, funny

bare = a lot of

fit = physically attractive

"he's well fit, isn't he?"

pissed = drunk

dodgy/dodge = questionable

bad

are you taking the piss? = are you having a laugh?

thats peak = thats bad

not being funny, but... = no offense but...

gordon bennett! = surprise, shock, disbelief

slag off = talk badly about someone

"she was slagging her off to anyone who'd listen"

minging, rank = disgusting

bloody nora = expression of surprise, irritation

bollocks = nonsense, something bad

"stop talking bollocks, mate"

skint = broke

prat, git = an idiot

insults

a melt = a pathetic person

clapped = ugly

"he's fucking clapped..."

sket = a promiscuous woman

slag = ^^

minger = an unattractive person

plonker = calling someone silly, not offensive

"don't be a plonker..."

cunt = VERY OFFENSIVE!

wanker, tosser = a general insult

bender, poof = a gay man, used insultingly

#marauders #the marauders #british slang #slang #fanfic #writing guide #writing help #help #writing advice #jegulus #starchaser #wolfstar

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TRUST jegulus is my fav pairing.

but.

james and barty... james and barty

#marauders #the marauders #james potter #jarty #james x barty #barty crouch jr #barty crouch junior

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@jegulus-microfic april 19th | class | 764 words | nsfw (cw: undisclosed age gap [student teacher dynamic], edging, spit kink, minor daddy kink)

It’s not James’ fault. How could it have been? Ever since that first day when Regulus walked inside his lecture hall, it was a done deal. He had shown up in a godforsaken silk blouse, the top two buttons underdone to reveal the delectable curve of his collarbone. And the pants—don’t get James started on the pants. They hugged the curve of his ass; an ass that deserves to be worshiped.

There had never been anyone that made James question everything before, but then Regulus had to be in his class and all cares about professionalism and teacher and student dynamics flew out the window.

The lines blurred—fast. Regulus would stay behind or cast him these looks mid-lecture. It was enough to make James' brain short circuit. Much in the sense to how his brain was barely functioning right now, courtesy of Regulus on his knees with his lips wrapped around James’ cock.

It’s office hours, but no one ever comes. That always meant a challenge, one that Regulus definitely didn’t want to back down on. And how could James say no? Especially when Regulus looked up at him so prettily.

“Regulus, baby,” James groans, trying his best to stay quiet. He fists the hair on the back of Regulus’ head, tugging gently at the curls.

Regulus simply hums around his cock, slipping him further until the head is nudging against the back of his throat.

It’s wrong, but everything feels so right as James sits back in his office chair, knees splayed apart for Regulus to kneel between. And God—it is one of the prettiest sights James has ever seen. He’s close—has been for a minute, but every time he’s there, Regulus teases him by pulling off with a wet pop and squeezing the base of his cock. Much like he’s doing right now.

“Don’t you like it when my mouth is being put to good use, Professor Potter?” Regulus blinks innocently, lips swollen and slick with spit and precum.

James rolls his eyes, pushing Regulus’ head down in an attempt to get him to do something. “I have class soon, baby. Really soon.”

Regulus’ lips curl up into a taunting smile, head cocked to the side like a challenge is being presented to him. In the blink of an eye, Regulus is no longer kneeling before him. Instead, he’s perched on the edge of James’ desk, watching him with playful eyes.

“Since you want to play that game, daddy,” Regulus says, which only makes James groan, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. “I’ll let you go to class just like that.”

“Reg, baby—”

Regulus tuts, shaking his head. “Go to class. I just know everyone wants to get a good look at the professor.”

James sighs, defeated, as he tries to tug up his pants. He knows better than to argue with Regulus on the matter, no matter how hard he is trapped into the confines of his trousers. Despite this, James still manages to push up from his chair, shifting himself in his pants.

His hand takes purchase on Regulus’ chin, tilting his head back, so James is looking down at him. He’s met with a grin from Regulus, who then sticks out his tongue. He knows. James might be a little predictable, but god does it do something to the already noticeable problem in his pants.

“Good boy,” James murmurs before leaning down and letting a trail of spit drop from his mouth onto Regulus’ awaiting tongue.

The moan that leaves Regulus’ mouth is like music to James’ ears. He watches carefully as Regulus swallows, paying close attention to how his throat bobs.

“Think of your grandmother. Think of your grandmother,” James mumbles under his breath, which only makes Regulus giggle, kicking the toe of his boot at James’ knee.

“Alright, old man,” Regulus teases, licking over his lips. “Get to class, and I’ll be waiting right here for when you get back.”

James huffs, cupping Regulus’ cheeks in his hands and presses a deep kiss to his mouth. It takes everything in James not to carry on the moment, but Regulus is right, students are waiting for him. Good thing though, because Regulus pushes him off with expert hands, tugging his lower lip between his teeth.

“Go on, daddy,” Regulus murmurs. “I’ll be waiting.”

“You better.” James tucks a loose curl behind Regulus’ ear before picking up his bag.

“Wouldn’t dream of being anywhere else.”

James rolls his eyes again, willing the tightness in his pants to disappear. It was going to be a long lecture.

#i imagined james w a scruffy stubbly beard #age gap #jegulus

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@fishinforpopcornio

what do u guys think ab jegulus raising harry and then harry and draco getting together

explaining the black family tree rn!

regulus' cousin is narcissa malfoy nee black.

regulus' first cousin, once removed, is draco malfoy.

in a jegulus au, i THINK this would make draco and harry second cousins. maybe.

personally, i think that's a bit odd... but it depends on how they were raised. if there was never any emphasis on them being distantly related, but they grew up together then, i guess, that's okay?

imo, id rather have jily raising harry, and harry getting with draco.

or marylily + jegulus raising harry, but regulus wasn't biologically involved..?

my biggest concern is the morals n ethics involved with dating a second cousin. i know its legal to marry them in the uk... but idk. i dont know my second cousins, so .. i dont have an opinion.

im sorry for rambling!!! ahh!!!

#marauders #the marauders #james potter #jegulus #starchaser #regulus black #lily evans #mary macdonald #marylily #harry potter #draco malfoy #drarry

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honestly, this fic is really sloppily written. there's a bunch of plot holes and, no hate, but the author isn't great at writing...

imo, we should leave the marauders fics to the sleep-deprived gay people who decide to write instead of doing their assignments.

sorry joanne ...

Sirius: Hey, guys, you remember that annoying queerphobic girl in school, Joanne? The one that asked questions when James offered to be Lilly and Mary's donor? Yeah. She wrote some weird book about son of James and Lilly? And everyone is straight and cis? Weird, right?

#marauders #the marauders #starchaser #wolfstar #queer #anti jkr

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@jegulus-microfic | April 18: sock | 1.6k

James is sexiled and decides to spend time with Regulus.

There’s a sock on the door knob.

It’s been a long day and James is tired and there’s a fucking sock on the door knob and if he listens close enough he can hear soft grunts.

He’s happy for Sirius and Remus, really, he is, he just wishes that they’d fuck at Remus’ every now and then, and at least keep it to the bedroom.

Sirius and James share a college flat with Peter, Marlene and Lily, so there aren’t many options when they’re all out. Today,  James knows that Peter and Lily have chess club, and Marlene’s training for the women’s boat race, so it’s only him who’d be around.

He sighs and turns around, sending Regulus a text as he goes.

Been sexiled – your dorm free?

He’s walking before he’s received a response – he’s almost positive that the answer will be ‘yes’, and he hasn’t seen Regulus in a week, so they’re long overdue a catch up.

Their friendship was one of the more unexpected things to come out of Regulus bucking centuries of Black tradition and instead following in his brother’s footsteps, choosing Cambridge over Oxford. He settled in nicely to Corpus Christi, flying through his first few years as a history undergraduate while Sirius and James chose Trinity instead.

It took a while but slowly and tentatively Sirius and Regulus attempted to heal their relationship, strained by Regulus’ years at Harrow after Sirius packed up and left when he was sixteen, dropping out and enrolling at a local state school instead. They’re much better now; their barbs at each other aren’t quite as jagged. There’s love there, now, rather than just animosity.

As Regulus and Sirius attempted to mend their relationship, James and Remus had been called in early on to mediate, or sometimes it was Regulus’ friends, Evan and Barty, or even Pandora. From those early tentative meetings in neutral territory, new and interesting friendships bloomed, most of all between Regulus and James.

From early study sessions, it evolved into coffee dates and library outings, and when Remus and Sirius sorted their shit out it became even more frequent – the pair never make James feel like a third wheel, but nonetheless they deserve time to themselves, even if James would prefer for them not to fuck on every and any available surface in their dorm.

Regulus is a comforting presence for James; he doesn’t demand anything of him. James is naturally an extrovert; always the centre of a room, but sometimes he needs to recharge, and Regulus lets him do that. He reminds James of calm waters on a spring day, and whenever James needs to quiet his mind, he finds the youngest Black. He only hopes he offers Regulus some of the same comfort in return.

That, and maybe something more. Maybe he hopes that one day there’s a sock on his door knob, and that the reason is Regulus..

James is drawn out of his thoughts as his phone dings.

Sure – text me when you’re here, will come meet you

It’s a five-minute walk but James makes it there in two, calling Regulus to get him to buzz him in. He’s a familiar figure amongst the second years at Corpus, and he’s pretty sure a few of them will have also texted the youngest Black to alert him to James’ presence.

The college door opens and Regulus emerges, dressed in sweatpants and a Trinity rowing sweatshirt that James left last time he was over. He’s so lovely, James thinks, an impulse he doesn’t know how to control; isn’t sure he wants to control it.

“Sexiled, huh?” Regulus holds the door open as James steps through, falling into step with each other and walking up a flight of stairs to reach Regulus’ dorm. It’s empty, although that isn’t uncommon for Regulus. Barty and Evan hold unsociable hours, and Regulus, Pandora and Dorcas have a frankly insane amount of extracurriculars to attend, so they’re rarely together.

“There was a sock on the front door and I’m pretty sure I could hear noises so I didn’t want to risk it,” James says, settling himself in the kitchen, finding Regulus’ mug and a new one with a deer in glasses; a ‘congratulations’ for James’ performance in the inter-college boat races that’s become a permanent fixture in Regulus’ dorm.

He locates the teabags; Yorkshire for James, organic for Regulus, before turning back to the mugs.

“I don’t blame you – those two seem to spend more time fucking than not – it’s a minor miracle they get any work done,” Regulus chuckles, gently bumping James’ hip to get to the fridge, taking out his oat milk and James’ rice milk.

They settle into the routine like it’s second nature; they’re familiar with each other in a way that’s almost intimate. They stand together waiting for the kettle to boil, perhaps a bit too close for it to be entirely platonic, but James isn’t going to move away if Regulus doesn’t.

He always feels like they’re teetering on the edge of something more than what they are, something better, but for all of James’ bravery, he isn’t sure how to make the next move, and he doesn’t want to wreck this peace that Regulus and his brother have been working so hard on.

“So, how was your day?” Regulus asks, tilting his head to better look at James. He looks unbelievably soft in James’ jumper and James thinks that if he just moves his pinkie he can link it with Regulus’.

“Exhausting. I had rowing first thing and a few readings to do for my supervision that I’d completely missed,” James sighs. He loves his degree but he’s never been as organised as Regulus, who seems to have work done almost before it’s set. “Also, I spent a solid ten minutes looking for that jumper.”

A light blush creeps up Regulus’ cheeks at that. “Sorry, you left it here after practice last week so I washed it but completely forgot to text you.”

A smile falls across James’ face. “You’re fine, Reg, and besides, it suits you. I guess I should get myself a Corpus one to match, huh?” He smirks as the red of Regulus’ cheeks becomes more pronounced.

The kettle whistles and Regulus turns away from James to fill their cups. “James Potter, behave yourself.” He hip checks James again, this time with a bit more force. Except he doesn’t move back. He stays there, leaning against James, and James feels like his entire body’s a livewire.

The tightrope they’re walking is getting more taut, and James finds himself eager for the fall.

“But Regulus, dearest, where’s the fun in that?” He leans forward, entirely too close for it to be platonic, and Regulus is turning, turning-

“Ow! Fuck!” James forgot about the fact that Regulus was holding a kettle of boiling water, and he’s paying for that now. Water splashes over the counter as Regulus rushes to put the kettle down, taking James’ hand and leading him over to the tap.

He turns the cold water tap on, letting it flow over their entwined hands. He is too still, too silent, and James wants to go back to where they were. He wants the tightrope back. He wants to fall.

He can be brave, he thinks, if it means he gets to have something with Regulus.

Regulus is staring intently at their entwined hands, like it’s the most fascinating thing in the universe, and James breaks the silence.

“Reg-”

“What are we doing, James? We’ve been tiptoeing around each other for weeks and it’s driving me insane and I want to be around you all the time and I think I’m already half in love with you so I’d love if you can clear up what this is,” he states, false bravado injected into his tone, but James can hear the tremors. He’s so nervous, but so brave. Regulus Black, the Lion Heart.

It takes a while for the words to register in James’ head.

Oh.

Oh.

James removes his hand from the running water, ignoring the slight sting and the inevitable burn that will be left. He cups Regulus’ cheek, forcing the younger boy to look at him. Regulus is terrified, but so hopeful.

“Reg, I- I want-” James runs his hand through his hair in frustration. He can’t get his words out.

“Jamie?” Regulus’ voice is so soft, as though he’s worried he’ll scare James off, and the only thing James can do is kiss him.

Regulus’ lips are rough, a bit chapped from where he nibbles on them when he’s nervous. He tastes of tea and cinnamon and James wants to devour him. There is nothing soft about it. James’ tongue darts out, soothing Regulus’ lips, and the younger boy lets out a moan that’s pure filth and ecstasy and James is falling, falling, fallen.

He wants to do this forever.

His hands find their way to Regulus’ waist, tracing the skin underneath the Trinity sweater that’s been driving James insane since he first saw Regulus wearing it. It’s his, it’s him.

They break apart to breathe and James attaches his lips to Regulus’ neck, marking, claiming. He can’t think beyond this moment, beyond the boy in front of him.

“Jamie, we should- we need to-” he cuts himself off, broken sighs escaping his lips as he tangles his hands in James’ hair.

James reluctantly removes himself from Regulus’ neck, taking the boy’s face in his hands. “Do you want this, Reg? Do you want me?”

Regulus’ eyes trace James’ face, and whatever he sees softens him.

“Always, Jamie.” And James is lost.

They’ll talk about it later, as the sunlight paints the walls of Regulus’ room, but this is enough for now. For ever.

And if Barty finds a sock on the door knob when he comes back from the library, well, that’s between him and Regulus.

#absolutely beautiful lovely writing oh my goodness #im feral #jegulus #regulus black #James potter

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my textiles exam finished today! portfolio work since january, and a 10 hour exam... and now its over. weird.

#well ive been doing my portfolio since... #sept 2022 #we have 2 projects its a lot omg.. #school #growing up

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"But Daddy I Love Him" is a strong contender

"I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can)" is gonna be the title of every jegulus fic on Ao3 after this I swear I can see it

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"But you should've seen it when he first got me"

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“I’m having his baby! No I’m not, but you should see your faces!”

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i have absolutely no words.

rip regulus black you would’ve loved saying “womp womp”

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Thinking about castiel isn’t enough I need to eat him

#nom nom nom

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hey! i am a trans guy with a trans boyfriend, so i think im pretty qualified to answer!?

imo, body parts are just... body parts? if a ftm character is described to have female genitalia, then that doesn't change that they're still a lad ykwim?

this might be a little bit tmi, but personally, irl, i dont really have severe bottom dysphoria while doing certain activities.

i think this translates into fics as well. honestly, smut is better when i can relate to it, so..

rahh im sorry if this doenst help at all, ily

Okay but real, genuine question for my trans friends, as a (sometimes?) transmasc person. (am genderfluid)

If you are overage and read smut with trans people, what do you prefer for how it is approached? Because I've come across a decent amount of smut where the ftm person's body parts are referred to in a way that makes me wonder? Like I get everyone has their own preferences, and there's also people who might like being feminized in certain settings (I'm not here to kink shame), but...idk to me I prefer no feminine words to be used when referring to body parts of a ftm trans person, but I'm not sure if that's just a me thing?

Thoughts?

#fanfic #fanfics #trans #transgender #ftm