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“Is that what your friends think of me?” James sneers. “That I’m the tall guy that used to fuck you?”
“Well.” Regulus shrugs, licks the spoon clean and examines his reflection on its shiny surface. “Yes, and no. Also, I think we used to fuck each other. Don't you think? It was a mutual kind of fucking. Equally involved.”
Or, Normal People but Jegulus.
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- Part 1 of To All the Things I've Lost on You
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06 Apr 2026
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pretty as a peach, bruised like one too by completefailure
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
29 Apr 2024
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The first time Regulus met the Dark Lord, he was fifteen years old. Sirius had run less than a week before. Looking back, Regulus can only be grateful for that fact. If he had stayed, still been the Black heir, with his unruly hair and a feral edge to his eyes, would the Dark Lord’s obsession have turned upon him instead. The idea makes Regulus shudder. He can’t imagine his stubborn wild brother brought to heel by this monster, but there would have been no other option, not even death was a suitable escape. From the moment Lord Voldemort had laid eyes upon a stiff backed and scared Regulus, he had been doomed.
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Sometimes the only way out is through.
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02 Jan 2026
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Regulus is in search of change, for something to fill the ever growing void in his chest that has been inside him for as long as he can remember. He leaves Paris and his ballet company behind to move back to London, where his friends, his old company and his brother are waiting for him. He tries to fill the void with all sorts of unhealthy things, but something—rather someone keeps trying to get in the way.
James is happy with his life, he’s good at his job, he loves his friends, he has a nice flat, so why isn’t that enough? Why is the smile that he’s had plastered across his face all his life starting to feel forced? He’s met head on by a force of nature, a storm in the form of a mean, stubborn and ridiculously pretty ballet dancer and he starts to realise what he’s been missing all this time.
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Regulus is a ballet dancer & James is a simp!
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18 Aug 2025
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not quite sleeping, not quite awake by re_catalogue
Fandoms: All For The Game - Nora Sakavic
18 Jul 2025
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But now that moment and its whole atmosphere of intimacy and trust or whatever was gone. Two days after that conversation (Neil saying yes, Andrew, and looking up with his sharp clear eyes), a day after their weekly grocery trip (Neil throwing grapes at Andrew and somehow always managing to hit him, even when he was throwing from multiple aisles away), a handful of hours after a whiskey neat and a soda, respectively, at their local bar (his hand on Neil’s thigh, Neil writing out an exy play on a napkin, Andrew doodling in a medium-sized dragon breathing flame and burning all their racquets to ash just to be prepared for every scenario)—
Neil had woken up gasping.
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19 Jul 2025
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Sirius narrowed his eyes. “Christ, you're a brat.”
“What’s a christ,” Regulus blurts, and smacks a hand over his mouth in desperation. “Nevermind. I’m–”
Fine, is what he tries to say, but his throat actually spasms, and the word dies before it's ever born.
Trying again, he clears his throat and carefully selects, “I can handle this myself.”
Or: Regulus Black, many, many cups of ale, a pinch of veritaserum, and one Sirius Black.
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17 Nov 2024