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Marauders Band Au

“Reggie are you almost here it’s about to start?” Sirius yelled into the phone, obviously trying to talk over some sort of noise on his end.

“Just coming through the door now Sirius don’t get your knickers in a twist and for the love of god, don’t call me Reggie!” Regulus grumbled into the phone as he glanced around.

The room was packed. People took up nearly the entire floor, making it difficult to breathe never-mind move. The air was humid and Regulus could start to feel himself break a sweat. There was a median sized stage at the back half of the room with speakers stacked on top of each other until they were taller than Regulus quite substantially. Regulus glanced around, past the drunks at the bar and the stoners in the corner until he caught a glimpse of his friends.

At the corner of the room, not too far from the stage, stood Regulus’ four best friends. Dorcas could be seen wearing a sequinned, dark green dress and texting on her phone, completely ignoring whatever Barty was rambling on about this time. Pandora was next to Cas and seemed to be wearing a white, floral dress that went down past her knees( Regulus thought this was a brave choice on her part). Finally, just in front of her, he saw Barty and Evan barely standing as Evan leaned up against the wall to support Barty who now appeared to be hanging on to Evan for dear life. Evan was in a white t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans (the most casual Regulus had seen him in years) and Barty was in a black t-shirt and a pair of jeans, similar to Evan’s just slightly darker. Barty looked well on his way to getting shit faced while Evan looked slightly more sober and was just trying to support Barty in his drinking escapade.

Barty had made a bet with himself at the beginning of the year that he would drink a spirit from every country possible that year. Now, it is March and Barty has successfully tried a spirit from 23 different countries (well he says successfully, however after the Wales incident Regulus wasn’t as optimistic as Barty) The most he’s managed to tick off in a night was 6 ( Germany, Russia, Switzerland, France, Greece and Spain) in a total of about 4 hours out.

Regulus tried to make his way over, pushing passes the sweaty, dancing people who moved on the beat to House of Fun by Madness. The whole night was a tribute to Madness that Sirius had begged Regulus to attend as his band was playing. Regulus didn’t want to go, he doesn’t really like leaving the flat but he made a promise to Sirius that he would show up and he couldn’t be bothered with Sirius’ incessant nagging.Also, he had never seen his brother’s band perform before and was very hopeful that their gig would be a total flop, as to allow Regulus to take the piss out of his brother for at least a year. He really hoped this was the case.

Pushing past a group of people who looked off their heads, Regulus finally managed to reach his friends. The corner they were in was the least grimy in the entire club as the floor wasn’t drenched in sweat or sick yet. However, a closer look on Barty’s face did not fill Regulus with hope that it would be clean for much longer.

“Barty, if you throw up on me i hope you know i will castrate you with a pair of scissors!” Regulus piped up when Barty’s eyes finally work their way onto Regulus.

“You wouldn’t dare Reg, or Evan might actually start cryi… ouch!” Barty shut up pretty quickly when Evan elbowed him full pelt in the rib cage.

“Good to see you Regulus, I was starting to think you weren’t gonna show and then I would’ve killed you for condemning us to this absolute torture!” Dorcas pulled Regulus into a sidewards hug and ruffled his hair, much to his annoyance.

“I wouldn’t miss my brother making a total tot of himself for all of the gems in the crown jewels!” Regulus joked causing the group to break out in laughter.

The lights in the club, somehow, grew dimmer and a spotlight shone out, illuminating the stage. The crowd began to quiet down as the band made their way into the light.

Sirius had given his brother a brief rundown of the band members and what they looked like, so he wouldn’t be completely lost on who everyone was. Regulus, unsurprisingly, didn’t care about the other members, and was only there to support (cough mock cough) his older brother. However, this rundown did seem to come in handy as he managed to recognise all of the band members based on Sirius’ precise, if anything a little biased, descriptions.

The first member of the band to walk on was a small, meek looking man who was wearing jeans and a plain t-shirt that’s only notable distinction was a red plaid pocket, making him very non descript. However, non-descript was the exact term used by Sirius to describe the fashion sense of one Peter Pettigrew. Regulus’ assumptions were proven correct when he saw the man approach the guitar that was leant up at the right side of the stage and placed the strap above his head, proving that he was the rhythm guitarist.

Next to walk onto the stage was a very tall looking guy who was very handsome, in Regulus’ opinion. He was wearing an oversized jumper that looked like it belonged to someone three times the wearer’s age and a pair of jeans accessorised with some black, doc marten boots with red, plaid laces. The light hit the boy’s face which illuminated a soft, silver-ish scar right across his nose, and some soft freckles which, combined with the jumper, made him seem very friendly and attractive. This one was also very obvious to Regulus of who he was. This was Remus Lupin.

Sirius went on for an hour about Lupin and Regulus got the feeling that Sirius didn’t feel entirely platonic towards the boy. Regulus could see why, with how attractive he is standing in that light.

Lupin picked up the heavy looking bass guitar and started to fiddle with it as the next person made their way onto stage. Regulus wasn’t paying much attention to what was going hope, hoping that they would all hurry up and get in with the show so that he could go home and sleep, praying that his brother didn’t take too much longer to get on stage. So Regulus was entirely unprepared for what he saw before him as he looked at the stage.

The person that had made their way on stage had not been his brother, but the last member of the band otherwise, the drummer. Regulus had heard so much about the drummer throughout his life from his older brother, him being Sirius’ best friend, but nothing could’ve prepared Regulus for what he saw on the stage that night. The boy that Regulus had never met and who he never particularly liked the idea of meeting. He looked up and saw the face on one James Potter.

James was one of the most beautiful things Regulus had ever looked at in his life. The boy had unruly hair that looked like there had been some attempt to tame it but to no avail. His skin was golden like the sun and his eyes were a pool of caramelised chocolate hidden behind the gold frames of his round glasses. He was quite tall but still looked short in comparison to Lupin. He was adorning a white t shirt with a band logo on it that Regulus vaguely recognised from Sirius’ wall as the Rolling stones. His jeans were a bright blue and he had a red, plaid jacket on. To match his jacket, his shoes were bright red converse that looked worn around the sole. He looked truly ethereal.

Regulus was stunned. He had heard of James Potter many times before from his brother but he never would’ve imagined that he would be so handsome. As James raised his hands dramatically and bowed to the crowd, Regulus noticed the golden ring that adorned his left middle finger and the matching golden chain found around his neck. Regulus rolled his eyes at this display of idiocy and when he looked back, James had moved to go and sit behind the drum kit.

Lastly, Regulus noticed a long, black ponytail walking onto the stage. Sirius.

Sirius was in a cropped t-shirt with a queen logo adorning the front (Sirius was impressed that his brother actually knew who queen was) and a short, red, tartan skirt that watched with the plaid the other members seemed to be wearing. Regulus had only just picked up on the pattern. His shoes were platform heel boots in black leather and he was wearing his signature leather jacket. The bright light of the spotlight made Sirius look very pale, other than the dark lines around and under his eyes and the dark red lipstick that he was, surprisingly, rocking. His hands were adorned with many silver ring and more jewellery than Regulus thought was necessary. However, looking at the fact Regulus was currently wearing 8 rings just to go to his brother’s gig, he believed maybe he couldn’t pass judgement.

“ Jesus Christ, it is just a a dick fest in here!” Dorcas piped up as the band started to mutter amongst themselves.

Regulus grinned at his friend before he opened his mouth and said, “ this is payback for the amount of times you’ve dragged me to your girlfriend’s gigs” Dorcas chuckled at this and shoved him slightly.

Sirius took a look around of the audience and his eyes caught on his brother. His grin grew wider than Regulus thought was possible as his brother winked at his brother. Regulus rolled his eyes but smiled back at his brother. Sirius looked forward and began to speak into the mic.

“Good evening She’s, he’s, they’s and gays. Are you ready for some Madness.”

The crowd screamed in response and it took off Regulus’ efforts to not walk straight out of there. He hated loud noises and large crowds so this was his hell. But looking up at his brother made him realise he had to stay. For him.

Fuck. “ Well ok, if you insist.” Sirius grinned at the crowed before he turned to the back and nodded at his best friend. Regulus heard a deep but light and happy voice shout “ Let’s go” before the sound of the cowbell showed the intro to baggy trousers.

Regulus laughs as he watched his older brother jump and run around on the small stage like it was Wembley. He shredded on the guitar in a manner that didn’t really fit madness but no one in the audience seemed to mind. He really did know how to engross an audience.

The next song, our house, started and Barty began to scream loudly before he yelled,” I love this song so much, Ev, Reggie come dance with me.”

And maybe it was the fact that his brother was playing, or the fact that he’d had quite a bit to drink ( curtesy of Pandora who was convinced he needed to bring a flask with him to the show), but Regulus decided to screw it. He grabbed Barty and Evan and pulled them further onto the dance house and they jumped up and down to Our House. Dorcas and Pandora were still in the corner but dancing together as they watched the boys make total arses of themselves. But they didn’t care. They were having fun.

After about an hour, including Barty running to the bathroom to throw up half way through House of Fun, Pandora pulling Regulus in to dance during Embarrassment and Dorcas screaming every word to Driving in my Car with his brother, Sirius approached the mic and said, “Right, this is gonna be our last song of the night, but to finish off the show i’m gonna swap places with our drummer as he sings you the final song. So come on everyone, give him a round of applause.”

A loud applause erupted as Sirius got up and went to sit at the small piano that seemed to be situated next to the drum kit . The drummer, James, stepped up to the front of the stage and placed the guitar over his head before speaking into the mic.

“ Hello, ladies and gentlemen, have you enjoyed the show?” Everyone whooped and shouted ( including Barty and Evan who were even more drunk than before) “ well we have one more dog for you that i’m gonna sing so please join in if you know the words and feel free to dance along.”

The first chords of the piano echoed through the place and the crowd erupted with applause. James opened his mouth and began to sing. His voice was slightly more gravelly than Sirius’ but it was beautiful and fit the song wonderfully. Regulus couldn’t tear his eyes away from the boy whose voice mesmerised him. Sirius had moved onto the drums as well as the piano, multitasking as the show off he is.

Regulus’ eyes never left James as he continued to watch the man sing. However, in the sax solo that was changed to guitar ( played by peter this time) James looked into the crowd and caught his eyes. He seemed to visibly soften and tense at the same time, as he gazed in Regulus’ eyes. Regulus had no clue what to do, he was caught in a stale mate with James potter.

James began to sing again but he never took his eyes off Regulus as he sang, “ It must be love, love , love” to Regulus and Regulus alone.

The song finished and the crowd burst out in applause and loud whooping but Regulus just looked at James as the drummer smiled softly at him and winked before turning away. Regulus felt his cheeks heat up as he watched his brother and the band walk to the front and bow before their adoring crowd. Regulus didn’t know what to do.

But as his brother looked at him, Regulus tried to forget the butterflies in his stomach that appeared when James had sung to him as he applauded his brother and rolled his eyes at this antics. He tried to forget…

he tried and failed.

I can’t work short stuff so this happened when i wanted to write a short fic idea one day. Also, i’m not sure how well written this is so if there are any issues please let me know. Hope you enjoy.

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My jegulus fic Chapter 1- Ice skating

Ice skating

“Come on prongs mate!” Sirius screamed from on the ice, gliding elegantly like a swan, though James would never tell him that.

It was the middle of February and Sirius had been begging his friends to go Ice skating with him for months on the frozen lake outside of Hogwarts. However, All three were very cautious about falling through the ice (especially peter) so they had managed to compromise by letting Sirius drag them to an Ice rink near James’ home.

It was 7:30 and the rink was almost completely empty. There were a few people grabbing coffee from the cafe and a couple people on the ice enjoying themselves before the rink shut. The air was crisp and cold, reminiscent of the raging winter outside but more calm, like the eye of a hurricane.

James tied his skates and began to make his way onto the ice. He had never skated before in his life but how hard could it be, right?

Remus was already on the ice looking about as skilful as Bambi, especially next to Sirius who was dragging him along trying to teach him to to skate without falling over.

Peter was at the edge of the rink, holding onto the side. He could skate but only when having something to steady him so he spent his time circulating the rink only falling over when he had to let go.

James stepped onto the ice for the first time and immediately regretted agreeing to this as this was nothing like anything James had ever done before. It felt like at any moment the ground beneath you could give way and you’d fall face first which James, inevitably, did after only 30 seconds on the ice.

Sirius glided over to him, Remus in tow (actually Sirius was kind of dragging Remus along, but Remus didn’t look too bothered) and helped James up with his other hand.

“What were you doing down there prongsie? Are you not naturally gifted at every sport?” Sirius laughed and James just smiled and said, “ well not all of us go Ice skating every chance we get padfoot.”

Sirius grinned at him and skated off with Remus again. James watched as the two skated around the rink with minimal difficulty, hand in hand, looking completely happy. James had no clue how the two weren’t together by this point (especially since both had told him they like the other on different occasions) but James didn’t want to interfere with their complicated relationship. Everything will work out in the end.

They spent another 30 minutes on the ice (all except peter who had fallen quite badly on his elbow and had to sit out) before a voice came over the speakers. “Alright everyone, this rink is now shut to the public as there is a private practice going on. The cafe is still open if you wish to stay however the rink won’t reopen until tomorrow. I hope you’ve enjoyed you day with us.”

The three boys made their way towards Peter in the stands and ( After James had fallen over getting there) they all took a seat, removing their skates and taking a sip of the Hot Chocolate that Peter had bought for them all whilst they were on the ice.

“Right we need to go return the skates.” James said, taking charge now that he was back on solid ground.

“Me and moony will take them back.” Sirius jumped in,” I need some help grabbing my skating bag anyway.”

“wow pads, i didn’t think you’d ever admit that you’re too short to do anything!” Remus grinned at him.

“ Yeah yeah, whatever” Sirius rolled his eyes but was still smiling,” we’ll be back soon.”

And off they went to drop off their skates. James looked around the room. He had no clue you could hire out the ice rink for private sessions. Maybe it was some famous ice skater doing some training. Maybe it was for a hockey match, James swears they have a team.

His thoughts were put to bed, however, when he saw a young man, about a year younger than James, enter the rink.

The boy had jet black hair, slightly reminiscent of Sirius’, that curled at slightly into waves down to his shoulders. His skin was as white as paper and contrasted perfectly with his hair and outfit. He was in full black skating gear with black ice skates to match. The black gloves on his arms were laced up to his elbows and on his middle finger, James could just make out a glistening silver snake and ring. He had high cheekbones and a pronounce jaw, quite like Sirius, and was undeniably beautiful.

James stared as the boy made his way onto the ice and music began to play over the speaker. James didn’t know the exact song but it was a classical piece that was, if he was not mistaken, Mozart. The boy began whirling across the ice like a professional, leaping and jumping when it suited him. He jumped into a turn at one point and James almost covered his eyes, worried that the beautiful boy would fall and get hurt. But his worries were other needed as he landed perfectly and continued to skate across the ice floor.

James watched this boy skate across the floor for a good 5 minutes hardly blinking the entire time. He moved like he was flying across the floor and James was hypnotised. The boy was beautiful, almost ethereal in a way. James’ heart fluttered in his chest as he watched the boy dance across the ice. It was one of the most beautiful things he’d ever seen in his life. He wanted to go and talk to the boy, just be closer to him but he couldn’t think of a reason to go down.And he really was trying to think of an excuse when he was jolted out of his thoughts by the sound of his friends voice.

“What are you staring at James?” Peter asked from next to him, a mixture of smugness and genuine joy on his face. He loved seeing his friends fall for someone. As much as he himself doesn’t date often, he loves watching his friends be so happy.

James’ cheeks turned slightly crimson at Peter’s question and he looked away from his friend back to the boy, who had skated to the edge of the rink and now appeared to be talking to a girl around his age who had long blonde hair and was wearing a completely white jumpsuit with accompanying skates.

“If you want to go talk to him, you should. What’s the worst that could happen?” Peter encouraged as James continued to look at the boy.

James glanced around to see if Sirius and Remus were coming back anytime soon but as he looked to his left his phone buzzed and he saw that, in all his staring, he missed a call from Sirius who just texted to say that he and Remus would be about 10 minutes as the line to return their skates was “as long as my dick” in Sirius’ words.

James responded to Sirius and debated whether or not to go and wait with them or to keep watching the beautiful boy on the ice as he now seems to be skating with the blonde girl, both gliding across the ice in a kind of routine to ‘La vie en rose’ (the french version) which is playing over the speaker when Peter starts to stand up.

James was just about to ask where Peter was off when he felt Wormtail grab his arm and pull him up to drag him towards the edge of the ice. James tried to pull his arm out of Peter’s grasp but to know avail as Peter was surprisingly strong when he wanted to be. They made their way to the edge of the rink and stood as they watched the boy and girl leap into the air and turn on the ice as one held the other in a lift so dangerous in James’ mind that he thought he’d probably get his head chopped off.

Still James watched the boy glide and turn and spin in a repeatedly beautiful routine until he realised that Peter was no longer next to him, probably having left a few minutes ago as he couldn’t be seen as James looked around.

The music faded away as the last turn was made and both of the figure skaters glided to the edge of the rink, the opposite side from where James was stood watching. The girl glanced around and caught sight of James staring at the two before she whispered something to the boy and giggled slightly. The boy looked over at James, a stern expression on his face that faltered ever so slightly at the sight of James staring at him. James reacted by smiling directly at the boy who he sweared blushed slightly and the girl giggled again.

The boy shoved her lightly and whispered with her some more before he looked directly at James and began to skate over.

James heart stared to beat faster as the boy made his way towards him eloquently. He tried to look away but his eyes wouldn’t budge, staring solely at the now lone skater.

When the boy finally arrived, James braced himself to finally talk to the boy he had been watching for a good 15 minutes now, thought it felt so much longer to James, expecting any response under the sun (hopefully positive).

The boy looked James directly in the eyes, his grey- green eyes piercing into James’ hazel ones and spoke only 2 words before he skated away from James back to the girl he was rehearsing with. Only two words that somehow managed to make James smile despite what they were.

“Piss off.”

It’s my first time writing anything and sharing it so I hope you enjoy but i thought people might like it.

Sorry for all and any typos in it or for any bits that don’t make sense.

let me know if you want a chapter 2

#marauders fic #james potter #regulus black #jegulus #james x regulus #dead gay wizards #marauders era #starchaser

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