#starchaser

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regulus black got asked to be james' boyfriend on january 4th, 1976, his fifth year and the day the sun was closest to earth. he thought it was always meant to be like that.

and he died on july 5th, 1979. the day the sun was farthest from earth. with his last breath, he realised it was also always meant to be like that.

[jamessluttythighs]

feign - jegulus - @stag-microfic - word count: 348  - 14 September

“Don’t feign innocence, you prat, I know you took it.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about?!” James whispered, looking slightly panicked. He had been sitting across from Regulus in the library, pretending to study. He couldn’t let the younger boy know that he had been pining over him for the past two months. How could he? Regulus was his best friends’ little brother for crying out loud.

But sitting in the library, next to the massive window, late afternoon sun bathing black curls in golden light. The look of concentration plastered on his face. The slight stain of ink on his fingertips. The little fist pump and smile that only he could see when he remembered a fact correctly. James was enamoured.

Now as Regulus pulled him up out of his chair, his steel-grey eyes scoured the older boy. James felt only slightly less enamoured and maybe a hint of a fire starting in his stomach. “I know you took it, Potter,” Regulus accused.

“I promise I have no idea what you’re talking about. Swear.”

“My journal! That’s probably why you’ve been hanging around. Sirius put you up to it, didn’t he?”

Regulus’ hands started patting James down. Fingers exploring his muscular abdomen, trailing down to his thighs to feel his pockets. 

“Reg,” James said breathily, almost letting a soft moan escape his lips.

Regulus faltered, looking James in the face. His eyes darted toward the brown-skinned boy’s lips. It was only a second but James noticed it. James' gaze darkened, the want that had been building up over the months spilled to the surface.

Regulus cleared his throat violently. Blinking, he backed away as though burnt. 

“James,” he shook his head, “Potter, stay out of my stuff!” He didn’t bother to pack his bag, just grabbed what was on the desk and exited the library.

Stumbling into the nearest classroom, slamming the door, Regulus pulled his journal out of his pocket. “You have got to find a better method of getting Potter’s attention,” he said to himself. Pulling out a pen to recount what just happened.

[onehundredflamingos]

13 / head | scarf / 447 words

@stag-microfic | @taylorswiftmicrofic

“I wish you’d stop wearing my brother’s clothes,” Sirius said with a scowl, nodding at the Slytherin scarf wrapped around James’ neck. “Green isn’t your color.”

“Every color is his color,” Regulus argued, suddenly standing beside James.

James had slept over in Regulus’ dorm room the night before; he had gotten ready there before breakfast, and wasn’t expecting to see Regulus again until after their school days were over. “Although I am partial to him putting my clothes on instead of his own after we fu—”

“That’s—“ Sirius cleared his throat, quickly drowning out the rest of Regulus’ sentence with his own sound of disgust. He turned away, muttering quietly to himself, “I hate this.”

“Are you trying to give him a heart attack?” James asked with a laugh, turning away from his best friend’s retreating back and looking down at his boyfriend.

“Me?” Regulus asked indignantly, feigning offense. “You’re the one who grabbed my scarf this morning.”

“It smells like you,” James replied, almost petulantly. The words were confident, but he could feel the heat of embarrassment creeping up his cheeks.

Regulus smiled up at him, a soft, knowing thing that was reserved only for James, before grabbing each end of the offending scarf in each of his fists. He tugged roughly, yanking James’ head down until their lips were a mere hairsbreadth apart.

“Meet me in my dorm at lunch and you can earn it back,” Regulus said suggestively, before pulling James into a deep kiss. There was the distant, unmistakable sound of Sirius choking on his pumpkin juice behind them, but James could hardly hear it, all of his senses honing in on the feel of Regulus’ tongue against his own. His focus was solely on the promise of what was to come. “But right now I need it back, or I won’t hear the end of it from Slughorn.”

James whined as they broke apart, but he let Regulus pull the fabric from around his neck, and watched as Regulus turned to walk away with nothing more than a wink.

“Stop staring at my little brother,” Sirius said, walking back up to James and smacking him in the back of the head. “We’re going to be late for transfiguration.”

“But he’s so p—”

“If I have to hear you tell me that he’s pretty one more time, I’m gonna hit you again.”

James huffed out a laugh, but obediently followed Sirius to class in silence anyway.

He spent the rest of the morning keeping his thoughts to himself, the ones of a pretty pale body writhing beneath his touch, of pretty pink lips and pretty grey eyes.

Lunch didn’t come nearly fast enough.

[my-castles-crumbling]

apology - platonic prongsfoot - jegulus - September 15th - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 291

He found Sirius sitting at the top of the Astronomy Tower, arms wrapped around his knees, staring out at the stars.

"Pads?" he whispered, terrified of more yelling. More tears.

"Hmm." It was a good sign.

"I'm...I'm sorry." The apology fell from his lips easily, but it didn't begin to cover his feelings. His guilt, his happiness, his confusion.

Grey eyes met his. "Are you?" he asked, a genuine question.

It was a fair query, but James wasn't sure what to say. "I..." He sat, contemplating before answering. "I love him, Sirius," he whispered, deciding that honest was the best policy, especially now. "So much."

Sirius scoffed, but didn't complain.

"But I'm sorry for not telling you, yeah," he went on, tears coming to his own eyes. "I was just scared you would be..."

"Mad?"

James nodded, appreciating the irony of the situation.

"Prongs, I care about both of you. You really think I'd be angry that you care about each other, too?" Sirius asked, eyes full of hurt.

And when he put it like that, shame flooded through James's body.

"I'm happy for you. For both of you. I just...I wish you'd trusted me enough to tell me," he murmured, pulling his knees closer to himself.

He thought about protesting, but he knew it was no use. "You're right," he sighed after a pause. "I should have. I was...I love you both, so much. I didn't want to lose either of you. God, I was so scared, Pads."

Sirius looked at him again. "I'm pissed you didn't tell me, Prongs, but it'll take more than kissing my brother to get rid of me."

Relief flooded through James and he grinned. "Right...kissing...that's all."

A grimace crossed Sirius's face. "Yes. That's all."

[moonyswarmsweaters]

James: bottling up negative emotions is bad for your health.

Regulus: that's why I bottle up positive ones too!

[peachrtistic]

litte animation 😇 (watch with sound)

silly silly james, what have you gotten yourself into...

[angarchive]

super cool caption here

[courfee]

it's been exactly a year since the last chapter of Operation Walburga's Arbitrary No Kissing Ever Rule and I still miss it. This scene is probably one of my favourite things I've ever written and I've wanted to draw it for forever, so now seemed like an appropriate time

[pincushionmoss]

Smooches 😘

[yoursdeadlynightshade]

Sigh.

The insane amout of love I have for that half french twink, Regulus Arcturus Black.

[sweeterelease]

boy next door james potter who finds a best friend in his long haired energetic neighbor, someone that keeps up with his energy and even indulge him further. james potter who notices this guy’s family scene isn’t ideal, so he does everything in his hands to shield him from the cruelty of it all.

james succeeds in letting sirius know he’s arrived fairly quickly, it only takes a couple rocks into the window for a hand to come through and unlock it for him. james climbs up swiftly, too busy going on about how they're sneaking out tonight to notice the furniture arrangement isn't the one he remembers, did sirius always have a whole library in his room? james stops and looks around, seeking out long hair framing a grin but instead he's meet with gray eyes and freckles. He startles, frozen in place as he stares into the boy's calculating gaze.

"wrong room, you're his friend aren't you?" the boy asks, head resting on his knees where they curl up in front of him.

james feels strangely restless, his hand twitch and he can't quite find his voice, "is sirius home?"

the calculating gaze softens, barely, "yes, he's expecting you."

faintly, james can begin to hear rock music coming from outside, no doubt his best friend getting ready for a night out.

"i'm sorry, where am i?"

the boy tilts his head in question, like he doesn't think james is asking completely substantial questions. a line creases between his eyebrows, he fights the urge to flatten it with his thumbs.

"his brother's room, don't fret he's just across the hall" he nods towards the door, gesturing him to move along.

"right—" james pads across the room, still looking at black curls, much like the one he knows but shorter. james somehow thinks these look softer.

"well then?" gray eyes look around, waiting for james to leave or trying to figure out what else he needs.

james blinks, "sorry, what's your name?" he can't help himself.

pale hands reach for the book he'd put aside and bring it back to his lap. gray eyes finally drop, james' surprised to notice he misses their gaze.

"regulus."

[corvin8-0]

Regulus has a squish mellow that he like to cuddle with to sleep

James is jealous because he wants cuddles as well

Sirius makes fun of James for being jealous of a squish mellow.

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my regulus black is korean btw, he was raised in france and has some french blood, but its mostly korean bc, u know, ~inbreeding~

my james is half latino and half desi bc i just chose to have the best of both worlds

i adore them very much.

[ecstarry]

@jegulus-microfic / apple / 186 words / cw: age gap, teacher-student

“What is this?” Regulus asked, staring at James.

“An apple.”

“I’m not your kindergarten teacher, James.” Regulus handed the ‘gesture’ back to him but James returned it to his desk. 

“Hey, just wanted to show my appreciation.” Regulus' gaze followed James’ thighs as he took a seat.

“Funny.” Regulus arched an eyebrow. “What are you doing here?”

“I need tutoring,” James responded with an amused tone. He had been visiting Regulus every other day for the past two weeks, each time in something progressively shorter.

“Tutoring hours are over.”

“Hence, my gift. I’m asking you to have mercy.” He pouted his lips. “I’ll do anything, professor.”

“Really?” Regulus leaned in and placed his hands on the armrests. He enjoyed making James nervous; it was in moments like this, watching him blush under his attention, that made it hard for Regulus to resist. 

“I have an idea.”

“Yeah?”

Regulus leaned close to James’ ear, his lips almost brushing his skin. “Study harder.” He pulled back, pushed James’ seat away, and smirked at him.

“Now, leave my office,” he said before finally taking a bite of the apple.

[my-castles-crumbling]

Pumpkin

head - September 13 - jegulus raising harry - @stag-microfic - word count: 174 - requested by @empressgraytea

"Look what we got, Reg!" James says in a singsong voice, holding out the last bag from the store.

Taking the bag from his husband, Regulus smiles. "What did you get?" he asks, looking toward Harry and not James.

"Pumpkin!" Harry replies happily, reaching out a hand to grab at the air.

"What?" Regulus asks, confused. Opening the bag, he finds a flood of orange: plastic pumpkins, pumpkin themed decor, pumpkin donuts and pumpkin creamer for their coffee. "James, what is all this?" he demands, mindlessly grabbing a plastic pumpkin and handing it to the grabbing toddler near him.

"It's Fall!" James nearly-yells, excitement evident in his voice.

"It's barely September," Regulus says flatly. It is, in fact, September first.

"It's Fall," James repeats firmly.

"Fall! Fall! Fall!" Harry screams, throwing the plastic pumpkin, giggling as it bounces off of James's head, causing him to wince.

Laughing, Regulus bends down and kisses Harry on the forehead. "I guess pumpkins aren't that bad," he chuckles, James still rubbing at a red spot from the pumpkin.

[vinylfoxbooks]

September 14 - Metal | @into-the-jeggyverse | wc: 319

“You have just as much metal in your face as my brother.” Regulus says in lieu of greeting.

James turns to look up at him with a grin on his face, “Hello to you too, Regulus. Doesn’t it look good?” They ask, gesturing to the new eyebrow piercing they got the previous day. 

“Good is subjective, I can’t imagine having that many piercings is that good for you.”

“You should know by now that I’m here to have a good time, not a long time.” They furrow their brow contemplatively, “Maybe one day I’ll finally convince you to get a piercing.”

“I’d rather not.” 

“You already have tattoos, why not piercings?”

“Because my tattoos are easily hidden by my clothing, it is much harder to hide a garrish metal ring sticking through my face.”

James shrugs, “Oh come on, I think you’d look good with a belly button ring.”

“Would I?”

“Got ya interested?”

Regulus shrugs, “You’d be the only person allowed to see it.” 

“Just like with the JFP tattoo you got on your hip?” 

“My brother still doesn’t know about it.”

James grins wolfishly, “It could be our little secret, just like the tattoo. I’ll take you to get it and hold your hand the entire time.”

“I don’t know if I’d take you, you have a weird obsession with my waist and hips, I think you’d be driven mad watching someone else touch ‘what’s yours’ long enough to pierce me.”

“I have self constraint.” 

“I’m sure that you do.” Regulus grins, reaching up and brushing his thumb just by the new piercing, making sure to not actually touch it and be light with his touch around the sensitive area, “Do I need to pick up more saline solution for you?”

James shakes his head, “I’m good for now.”

“It looks… attractive, James.” Regulus hums, “I’ll see you tonight.” And with that, he walks away from James.