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taylor swift wrote the black dog from remus’ perspective and no one will tell me otherwise:

“i move through the world with a heart broken, my longing state unspoken and i may never open up thе way i did for you (…) i miss the smoke. were you makin’ fun of me? that was intertwined in the tragic fabric of our dreaming. with tail between your legs, you're leavin'. (…) i still can't believe it, 'cause old habits die screaming.”

my soul hurts, i’m totally lost here.

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lowkey obsessed with this man…

@imdamagecontrol you know which one is for you <3

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*me, about to sleep completely exhausted*

my mind: imagine writing about cowboy james on a ranch and vampire regulus falling in love ?????

me the second, totally awake: fuck

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sirius black

i have a massive fear… that no one actually likes me. rather everyone is just politely tolerating me, hoping i leaves them alone. like if you ignore me once just one time, i will automatically assume that i annoy you, and instantly force myself into “don’t speak unless spoken to” mode. one moment i’m fine, and the next i’m convinced that i’m unfit for any human relationship.

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“happy birthday, jamie,” regulus says against james' soft mouth, his fingers finding their way home to the nape of his curly neck. he feels james' sleepy smile and the strength of his arms snaking under the sheets to embrace him around the waist, with warm, delicate fingers. “je t'aime.”

and oh, james sighs before capturing regulus' lips in a hungry kiss, because he loves him too. he feels the love in his lungs, in his stomach, in the way his skin tingles and his heart sings: yes, angel, stay between my mouth and my arms where i can protect you.

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walburga black was not a good mother. but she was a mother. when regulus disappears from home one day and doesn't return, she doesn't want to look at the family tapestry. but oh, she knows it deep down. she knows that under her son's name it will read ‘deceased’. it doesn’t matter that she didn't know how to love her own children; at the end of the day, even a woman like walburga felt the desolation of loss in the blood rooted in her veins and in her bones.

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one day i’m fine and the next i’m crying reading how the safe place for barty’s messy, tattered heart is evan and his late-night hugs; evan and the way the fire lights up the softness of his cheek, and how he sleepily tells barty that he’s infinite.

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eyeliner — @jegulus-microfic — word count: 836.

(and i find myself running home to your sweet nothings)

The mist from the shower escapes behind him as James exits the bathroom, and he blinks at the blurry figure of Regulus leaning over the dresser mirror. With affection tightening in his stomach and terribly nearsighted eyes, James approaches.

His fingers loosen the towel around the back of his neck and he narrows his eyes before moving forward and sliding his arms around the pearly waist. James traces with his thumb the J he knows is tattooed on his hipbone, and his lips find their way home to the crook between Regulus' shoulder and neck.

“Hello,” He says, his voice just a faint murmur. The skin under his fingers tingles and James smiles. “What are you doing, hm?”

Regulus snorts.

However, his back remains relaxed, no hint of rigidity attached to his shoulders. He keeps bending over doing James doesn't know what in his face, because he's not wearing his glasses and frankly he's too happy only enjoying the scent of sandalwood on Regulus' skin.

"Makeup,” He responds, and seems focused. James hums, his nose on Regulus’ black curls. His fingers squeeze the flesh of his hips. “Don't you dare.”

James leaves a kiss on the back of his neck. “To do what, angel?”

Regulus flinches at the nickname, pleased and as embarrassed as James knows he always is when he calls him that.

“You know it, James.”

His fingers easily find the waistband of Regulus' pants, and he rests his cheek on his bony shoulder. “I'm just offering moral support for whatever you're doing.”

“Makeup,” Regulus replies again, and James knows his ears are red. He doesn't wear his glasses, but when he leans in to get a better, closer look at Regulus' face, he blinks. “We're going out today because we promised Dora, and we're not going to lie in that bed until we get back.”

James' fingers pause, but his smile doesn't falter. He is particularly interested now in the moles that furrow Regulus' left cheek, a decidedly large one on his jaw that he is accustomed to worshiping as a believer in the Faith.

“But we don't need to lie down so I—”

“No.”

“You didn't even let me finish.” James snorts.

It’s only when Regulus shifts slightly in his embrace to leave what James thinks now is a black pencil because of the shape on the dresser that they embrace face to face.

James blinks several times and inhales. “Oh.”

He can see Regulus' framed face.

The pale skin and the mole under his shiny and sticky lips, probably from the gloss. His grayish eyes have longer lash windows than before, and are surrounded by a soft black line.

His breath catches.

Regulus hums. “I know what you meant,” And despite his verbal refusal, he wraps the back of James' neck with warm touch. “Because you’re touching me like you want to eat me.”

The blood in his veins warms pleasantly and his mouth goes dry.

“You're beautiful,” James blurts out quickly. Lost in thought, he finds home again in his waist. He adds, amazement underscoring the fervor, longing and desire: “And I want to eat you.”

The blush dusting Regulus' cheeks makes him want to bite him. Bite it on the cheeks, bite it on the neck, bite it on the chest, arms, stomach and along the legs. Bite to show his love, to show that he belongs to James; his to kiss, his to adore, his to protect.

That’s it, love. Stay here between my mouth and my arms, where I can have you and protect you, his heart seems to sing.

“James,” Regulus whines, his voice almost pleading and his gaze as soft as butter, despite the dark, sexy contrast of the eyeliner. “Jamie.”

Oh, and how much James loves the honey that drips from his mouth when he calls him like that.

“Yes, angel?”

His lips touch.

“We have to go.” Regulus gasps a little, his chin craning to meet James' mouth in a hungry kiss.

Any part of James' body that Regulus touches with dancing fingers burns.

He sighs, nibbling on his lip.

Regulus tastes like a strawberry and has lipstick smudged in the corners. He doesn't dislike that. He finds it certainly endearing. “Yeah, sure, we are leaving now. Just let me tell you how beautiful you are tonight, hm? Black looks so good on your eyes.”

A chill runs down Regulus' spine.

James' hair is slightly wetting both of their clothes, but neither of them seem to care at all about that detail.

“…Thank you.” It's just an affectionate murmur, but it warms James' soul from the inside out.

Well, it's common knowledge that James Potter is screwed; destroyed and united at the same time under the feet of Regulus. An unspoken agreement between lovers; the earth dependent on the moon and the stars to exhale all the air from its lungs daily.

He's in love and wants to rip his boyfriend off of those damn tight pants and to kiss his eyeliner until the next day.

“Any time, love,” His hand playfully pats Regulus' ass. “By the way, have you seen my glasses?”

The sound of Regulus' laughter echoes in his chest.

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“jegulus isn’t canon” um okay??? i don't know what it has to do with james' pretty j tattooed on regulus' hip

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somehow i have the ability to write the fluffest jegulus scene in existence and STILL turn it into something angst. it’s like fighting myself every time

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for someone who had not known loss before, james potter lost regulus the same year he was orphaned due to the war. he felt as if his heart had been ripped from his insides, suffocating even as he breathed; loneliness threatened to swallow him alive despite being wrapped in sirius' trembling arms. james felt the loss and it was like dying himself twice in a row.

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in fact, james potter doesn't like the way regulus black verbally attacks him. long years have passed, and he only smiles and laughs when he receives an insult from sirius' little brother. but he doesn't like it. he has to clench his jaw every time, and pretend it doesn't hurt. as if he wasn't in love with regulus. oh, but he is. hopelessly in love with the angel's features and the soft moments in which regulus smiles with his friends; the way his mouth curves and the way his laugh sounds. james is fucking surrendered at the feet of someone who, apparently, hates him.

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regulus would call james on vulnerable occasions, when he feels so loved and trusted on those days when they sit smoking on the balcony with strong coffee on sunday mornings, jamie. no love, no darling, no potter, no baby or james; his jamie. regulus would say it so delicacy and with so much affection, with the power of knowing that he is the only one who shares the mornings with james potter.

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I miss you!! Please come back

why have i never seen this????? my heart got broken. hi there, i reactivated as one of the many trusted marauders angst accounts 🫡

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Regulus: he broke my heart, and it hurts— i don't know what to do!

Orion: my son, i’m going to tell you what my mom always said, "if a man breaks your heart, fuck his best friend"

Sirius: . . .

Regulus: . . .

Regulus: dad his best friend is Sirius Orion: oh

Orion: well, your grandmother wasn't always right anyway

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james would carelessly call regulus angel one day. he wouldn't even notice that one of his deepest thoughts escaped from his mouth. regulus would stay still, and he would pretend that he didn't hear. however, that same night, when james kisses his forehead before going to sleep, regulus would ask james to call him that again. his angel.

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i haven't appeared here for months, but i decided to appear to recommend one of the best jegulus fics i read on ao3: pathological people pleaser by rweoutofthewoods (a writing genius, honestly).

probably the best representation of bpd and it broke my soul into a thousand pieces and healed it at the same time. i had never thought before that the way we saw james; like the sun, outgoing and kind, it could be a façade to hide the true messiness of him, and it was like reading something new and fresh <3