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[illustriousday]

method acting (like you love me) by illustriousday

Chapters: 7/28

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Regulus Black/James Potter

Additional Tags: Fake/Pretend Relationship, Idiots in Love, Established Marlene McKinnon/Dorcas Meadowes, Past Regulus Black/Barty Crouch Jr., also some present oops, denial is a river in egypt, Inspired by a Lizzy McAlpine Song, actually her whole discography, Regulus Black and Sirius Black Angst, Regulus Black & Sirius Black Have a Good Relationship, eventually, POV James Potter, POV Regulus Black, Everyone Is Gay, Regulus Black Needs a Hug, Walburga Black’s A+ Parenting, Rivals With Benefits, Meeting the Parents, Fluff and Angst, Mild Sexual Content, Happy Ending, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, because it’s regulus and sirius come on, Gay Regulus Black, Pansexual James Potter, Alternate Universe - Actors, Musician Sirius Black, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Hurt/Comfort, Social Media, Trans Regulus Black, British Regulus Black, American James Potter, the story is split between Europe and the US, Press and Tabloids, Implied/Referenced Drug Addiction, James Potter & Lily Evans Potter Friendship, they are not and will not be romantic ever, No Lily Evans Potter Bashing, she's my girl i love her, Minor Mary Macdonald/Lily Evans Potter, Mutual Pining, French Black Family (Harry Potter), Established Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Enemies to Lovers, Nonbinary Character, Other Additional Tags to be Added

Words: 62,647

Regulus Black has hated James Potter for years. He’s obnoxious, and arrogant, and stole his brother away. James Potter has hated Regulus Black for years. But only because he’s so mean to him. And James, frankly, doesn’t think he deserves it. When the two star as romantic leads in a new coming-of-age movie and have a very public catfight at the wrap party, the publicity team scrambles to find a way to fix this before social media runs wild with it. Something like… a relationship between the two Hollywood golden boys? Featuring fake dating, lots of late-night talk shows and interviews, getting a little too heated “for the paparazzi”, and denial being a river in Egypt.

read this and my heart is yours ❤️

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61965679/chapters/158454982

[zombiezinmydreams]

[probuccalfat]

venus planet of love was destroyed by global warming and me i feel also not so good

[i-am-a-fish]

every time you make art of any kind, a stat that is not visible to the player goes up. also, this is the most important stat in the game

[ledogeishere]

does singing in the shower count as art

[i-am-a-fish]

does a strong as fuck ice mummy have ice powers

[the-quietestmela]

does writing fanfiction count as art

[i-am-a-fish]

don't make me say the mummy thing again

[shinybrightthing-deactivated202]

weird me out? no. you've weirded me in. let's merge souls

[hawthornewhore]

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[illustriousday]

means something

chapter seven of method acting (like you love me) is up!

read it here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61965679/chapters/159390085

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

[bradleysass]

soulmate - @jeggyverses-jegulus-microfic - wc: 967

They’re not supposed to be sitting on the floor.

There are chairs. There are tables. There are signs politely asking students not to block the aisles. But the fourth floor of the university library is quiet in the way that feels like a held breath, and the row they’ve claimed is tucked far enough back that no one’s complained yet.

Regulus sits cross-legged, back straight against the shelves, laptop balanced on his knees. He’s color-coded his notes—of course he has—and every few minutes he pauses to highlight something, jaw tight in concentration. Finals week has turned him sharp-edged, all focus and tension and precise movements.

James, by contrast, is sprawled beside him like he’s been gently dropped there and never bothered to get up properly. One knee is bent, the other stretched out, ankle nudging Regulus’s calf every time he shifts. He’s got his glasses on—thin wire frames he only wears when he’s pretending to take things seriously—and a textbook lies open in his lap, forgotten.

He watches Regulus instead.

Regulus doesn’t notice at first. He’s muttering under his breath, rereading the same paragraph for the third time, brows knitting together.

James clears his throat.

“Hey, Reg?”

Regulus hums absently. “If this is about taking another break, the answer is no.”

James grins. “Wow. Cruel. I was going to ask you something very profound, actually.”

That earns him a glance. Regulus’s eyes flick up, unimpressed but curious despite himself. “You? Profound?”

James presses a hand to his chest in mock offense. “I’ll have you know I’m capable of deep, philosophical thought.”

“Dangerous,” Regulus says dryly, then looks back to his screen.

James waits a beat. Then, casually, like he’s asking about the weather or what Regulus wants for dinner later, he says, “Do you believe in soulmates, Reg?”

That does it.

Regulus stills.

The library hums around them—distant footsteps, the whisper of pages turning, the faint whirr of the ventilation system—but in the narrow aisle between shelves, everything feels suddenly too quiet.

Regulus turns his head slowly.

James is peering at him over the rims of his glasses, expression open in a way that should be illegal. There’s no teasing smile this time, no obvious punchline waiting in the wings. Just curiosity. Something softer. Something that makes Regulus’s chest tighten for reasons he doesn’t immediately unpack.

“Why,” Regulus says carefully, “are you asking me that?”

James shrugs, a little sheepish now that he has Regulus’s full attention. “I don’t know. It just—popped into my head.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“It is for me.”

Regulus studies him, searching for the joke. Finding none, he exhales slowly and leans his head back against the shelves.

“I think,” he says after a moment, “that you’ll need to elaborate.”

James blinks. “Me?”

“You’re the one who brought it up,” Regulus replies. “What do you mean when you say ‘soulmates’?”

James tilts his head, considering. He pushes his glasses up his nose with one finger, a habit Regulus has noticed and absolutely refuses to acknowledge how fond of it he is.

“I guess,” James says, “most people think it’s this one perfect person, right? Like the universe made you specifically for each other. One shot. One name written in the stars. Very dramatic.”

Regulus huffs softly. “Sounds inefficient.”

James laughs, quick and quiet so as not to disturb the sacred silence of the library. “Yeah, see, that’s what I thought you’d say.”

“And you disagree?” Regulus asks.

James doesn’t answer right away. He looks down at his book, thumb tracing the edge of a page he hasn’t read.

“I think,” he says slowly, “that soulmates are… people you choose. Over and over. Not because fate shoved you together, but because something about them feels—right. Like home. Even when it’s messy.”

Regulus’s throat feels suddenly tight.

He keeps his gaze fixed on the opposite shelf, on spines of books he’s already catalogued in his mind just to avoid looking at James’s face.

“That sounds suspiciously like effort,” Regulus says.

“Oh, it absolutely is,” James agrees easily. “I think that’s the point.”

Silence stretches between them, thick and fragile.

Regulus swallows.

“And,” he says, quieter now, “you believe that?”

James nods. “Yeah. I do.”

“Why?”

James glances at him again, something earnest and terrifying in his eyes. “Because I’ve met people who felt important for a moment,” he says. “And I’ve met people who changed me. And then there are people who—” He stops, breath hitching just slightly. “—who feel like they’re always there, even when they’re not. Like my life makes more sense with them in it.”

Regulus’s fingers curl into the fabric of his trousers.

“That’s dangerously close to romantic nonsense,” he murmurs.

James smiles, but it’s softer than usual. “You didn’t say you disagreed.”

Regulus turns his head then, really looks at him. At the curve of James’s mouth, the warmth in his eyes, the way his knee is still pressed lightly against Regulus’s leg like it belongs there.

“I don’t know if I believe in destiny,” Regulus says. “Or in one person meant for you above all others.”

James nods, listening.

“But,” Regulus continues, voice steady despite the way his pulse is racing, “I believe that some people… find you. And stay. And you become something different because of it.”

James’s breath catches.

“Is that a yes?” he asks quietly.

Regulus hesitates.

Then, just as quietly, he says, “It might be.”

James grins, wide and bright, but there’s something reverent about it now, like he’s holding something precious and doesn’t quite know what to do with it yet.

“Well,” he says, nudging Regulus’s knee gently with his own, “good. Because I was starting to worry you’d tell me I was being ridiculous.”

Regulus snorts. “Oh, you’re absolutely being ridiculous.”

James beams. “Perfect.”

[oyeevarnika]

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[crossroadsghoul]

"they're not gay" I don't know man, I read a masterfully written fanfic on A03 that says otherwise.

[birdy-trashpanda]

Got you in my sight

Regulus A. Black

[notyournecromancer]

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[kosmogrl]

[birdy-trashpanda]

Knights pt1

[birdy-trashpanda]

Brothers

[birdy-trashpanda]

Rest - star of my show