He can’t breathe like this, body tightening when James leans close, hand clutching at his chin. James tilts Regulus’ head to the side, and his lips scrape at his earlobe, the pierced cartilage:
“Tell me to take care of this.” James is pushing, pleading. “I’ll do anything you fucking want.” His nail scrapes along the shell of his ear, down his jaw, his chin, pulling his face towards him until he’s all breath and all blur, and Regulus lets him get close enough—until he pushes back.
Years have passed since their catholic school days. Now the boys have reunited in the queerest burlesque club in Soho.
hiiiii im a liiiitle late i read chap 4 + 5 of fbacb and then FORGOT to comment and stuff (can you believe that). so, here i am. i have a few points i need to make:
1. i love ur braiiiiiin n writing sm <3 i so needed some fluff and you deliveredddd
2. the end was so good asfgdkflznfksbridb the happy ending with the gallery n all that got me in my feels---
3. special mention (again) to italian james who still hits as hard as he damn well should (i want him give him to me plsplspls)
4. last but not. freaking. last. THE SMUT??!!! hello?!??!?!€??+#!!(_;2)€-2(&;'-#;&(#&(€!@)_(@!&+';#8"(# error 404 page not found over here i can't even express-- i have no words.
have a great dayyy x
OH WOW thank youuuu 🥰🥰🥰 I'm so glad you enjoyed it! This means so, so much!! Italian James has me in a chokehold and every time I think of writing another fic, he just...stays Italian?? He's a Ligurean Sea deity ❤️
random microfic based on this royalty au with arab jegulus <3. word count: 1.320 NSFW
“James,” Euphemia begins, the corner of her mouth lifted in poorly veiled amusement as she approaches her son, the filigree-laced end of her dress trailing behind. “Why do you have Salazar’s prince slung over your shoulder?” There’s an again hidden somewhere in her wording.
“Ah.” James perks up like it’s a common occurrence, which it has become considering hauling Regulus around is now part of his daily routine. “I’m acting somewhat of a personal convoy this fine morning.”
“I see.” Euphemia nods. “Arranging a transfer to your personal chambers that is?”
There’s a muffled yet embarrassed groan where Regulus buries his face deeper into James’ lower back. James just grins, “Indeed.”
“Do not forget about the assembly. The King,” she emphasizes for good measure, more mother than Queen, “does not like to be kept waiting.”
“I wouldn’t dare,” James assures his mother as he strides past her to continue his journey, winking at the servants in passing who quietly giggle at their predicament.
True to character, Regulus isn’t forgiving in his string of obscenities, calling James every name and insult available in their shared vocabulary. Spewing vitriol and, “I’ll have you beheaded, hmar!” as well as being so lovely to call him, “—a stupid oaf who couldn’t boil oats if the wellbeing of the kingdom depended on it—”
But James isn’t in the least deterred when it comes to Regulus’ startled rattle of affronts, not when he’s long come to know how sweet and pliant he can truly get, melts like butter underneath James’ softened touch. He has him like that nearly every night, with stimulated shudders and sated sighs and tender sentiments shared between them, Regulus’ mouth hot against his jaw as the noise becomes a fading concern.
Of course, it requires work and patience to work through the reinforced steel that is Regulus’ obstinacy, but James succeeds every time.
“You fiend,” Regulus hisses as he’s deposited on James’ bed, caught between the sprawl of bedsheets and bracketing thighs. “Insatiable. Gluttonous. Your behavior is properly indecorous, unfitting of a crown prince. You prance around the castle like a—”
“Harlot?” James muses, working the ribbons of Regulus’ tunic. “Whore?” He pulls it off in one smooth flourish before bending down, draping himself over Regulus’ body and relishing in the red that blooms across the apples of his cheeks. “Slut?”
Regulus sucks on his teeth, wholly unimpressed, and makes a move to crawl away. However, turning onto his stomach proves to be a fatal mistake, especially when James presses down onto him with his whole weight. A faint, garbled sound escapes Regulus as he finds himself face-planted right into the bed again.
“Do you smell it?” James quietly asks. “The sheets.”
The scowl in Regulus’ voice is audible as he speaks, “What about them?”
“They still smell like us,” James whispers into the nape of his neck, biting back a grin when it rewards him with a full-body shudder coiling down Regulus’ spine. “I refused to have them changed.”
“What—” the word breaks down into a soundless gasp. Regulus’ hand tightly curls around the blanket when James’ tongue is replaced by his teeth.
“You left before sunrise.” How loathsome to wake without a warm body pressed against his, the absence nothing more than a pressing sore.
“I—“ Regulus stammers, still struggling for words as James continues sucking a long line of blooming patches down his spine, adding to the fresh bruises he left before dawn. “The kitchens…”
“You left quietly.”
Regulus starts squirming underneath him when James starts nosing along the edge of his undergarments. “I did not see a point in rousing you from your sleep.”
It earns him a bite on his hip, causing Regulus to breathe in sharply. James recognizes a stifled moan when he hears one. “I do not like seeing you gone from my bed without notice. You know this.”
“Your sense of entitlement astounds me,” comes the failing retort if the pink flush on Regulus’ shoulders is any indication.
“It cannot be worse than yours,” James muses as his hands palm Regulus’ ass, thumbs teasing the crease through the flimsy cotton. “You certainly don’t complain when I see to each and every one of your demands.”
Regulus grumbles something, ever the feisty one, and James can’t help but bite into his rear before climbing up again to plant his chest right against Regulus’ rapidly warming back.
He wriggles in place, which inadvertently causes his ass to push back against James’ groin. His hand slips down, traveling across Regulus’ bare stomach, and comes to rest between his thighs where he can feel his budding arousal.
“You like this,” James whispers against the shell of his ear, smiling when Regulus reaches back, fingers coming to tangle in his unruly curls. “You want this.”
“James…”
He gently tugs onto him. “Yes, rouhi?”
Regulus gasps, hips vainly thrusting into the loose grip of James’ fist. It’s difficult in their position, especially with the weight bearing down on him.
“James—” comes the half-plea again, thick like honey and James knows he tastes just as syrupy sweet.
“Mhm,” he hums, showering Regulus in idle kisses and touches until he’s properly restless. “You call a crown prince by their name? What happened to royal etiquette?”
The hold in his hair tightens in a clear warning he shouldn’t dare push his luck anymore and being the ever-attentive lover, James gives in by tightening his grip.
Regulus moans into the sheets, hips bucking as James allows him to fuck into the tight tunnel of his fist in a slow rhythm. His hand is wet from the leaking head, aiding with the friction and filling the room with the wet, slick sounds of Regulus’ cock slipping back and forth between his fingers.
“That’s it.” James angles his head just so, mouth charting a hot path across Regulus’ skin until he finds his parted lips. Nails rake down his scalp to his neck, bringing with them a delicious sting when James guides Regulus’ hips down with his own, rutting against him.
A bell chimes somewhere in the distant hallway with seeming urgency, signaling the dwindling time they have until James’ presence is expected at court. Regulus whimpers a small, desperate sound, hips drawing back with the fleeting intention of pushing James off since he’s always been so headstrong about royal duties even when it comes at the expense of himself. James, however, incorrigible and blinded by nothing but pure want, seizes the moment to flip Regulus around, wasting not even a second before he’s cradling the space between his legs and holding his cock in his hand again.
His dad can wait. King be damned.
Regulus’ fingers dig into his arms with a bruising grip, lips still parted as his moans and gasps spill into the limited space between them. James drinks them in, leans in impossibly closer, and alternates between watching his pinched expression and the way his dark cockhead keeps pushing through his fist. Regulus’ head tips back, the long, pale column of his throat exposed, inviting him in. James mouths against the fevered thrum of his pulse.
“I’m going to miss you, rouhi, you will encompass every single one of my thoughts until I return.” It’s barely worth mentioning the meetings will barely take up most of his day, but the thought of leaving Regulus until evening empty pains him terribly. He’s always been one with a penchant for dramatics.
Regulus moans, speech suspended in favor of his staggered breathing, and claws into the flesh of James’ muscled arms with renewed desperation.
The bell chimes again, twice this time, and James knows that by the third someone will have half the mind to come barging on behalf of the King’s orders.
So, he lets go, almost guilty when Regulus whines at the loss, and slides down the sheets to swallow him down to the root until he’s got him convulsing.
ok i lost muse towards the end im so sorry xoxox regulus cums down james' throat and fleamont has 2 pretend to scold james in front of his small council but secretly he's proud of his son for taking care of his lover first
hiiii i just wanted to drop by and tell you how much I love fbacb??? like it's illegal how much i've been thinking about it and checking for updates lmaooo
i can't waiiit for chapter 4 (i have a feeling that i'm gonna cry and idek why haha) but also no pressureeeeee take care of yourself ❤️
btw you made me discover italian!James and MAY I JUST SAY that i clearly did not know what i was missing. latino!James has me in a chokehold but italian!James? HE put me 6 feet into the ground.
anyway that's all have a great day!
BABYY IM SO GLAD!! it's such a goofy ass fic that was never really supposed to go anywhere, so I'm so happy you've enjoyed it so far! I give you many little kisses!
YES!! Honestly James is a shapeshifter in my head, he's desi, he's hispanic, he's italian, he's brazilian, he's dumb-hot in every version??
and in this one he spent every summer cliff-diving, swimming by the docks, and his uncle would take him out on oyster luggers, and the Italian side of his family is huge and chaotic, and every time he visits they cook together, and it's Euphemia and his nonna in the kitchen (and they're like Marcella-Hazan-levels of serious about their cooking) and all the aunties are hand-rolling cavatelli in the garden, and Fleamont's trying to keep up (he's terrible at this) but they let him because they know the silly British man is just trying to help, and it's 4pm and they're all a little drunk, and they sit and eat and drink and talk for hours, and the first time James brings Regulus, he's so overwhelmed because everyone is so warm and unbothered, and now he understands why James is the way he is, and yeah....
I promised I'd share some updates for fire burn and caldron bubble!
Currently in thought dump territory, don't know if I want to keep this because it's got way too many references, but I just love the idea of this Regulus' tastes being so obviously influenced by Remus and Sirius and their time at St Anne's. Mahler? Remus. Mazzy Star and John Hughes and a murderous Frida Kahlo? Sirius
“If kissing me was a mistake, just tell me,” James says.
“That wasn’t kissing,” Regulus whispers.
Cornering him now, how James crushes him, his warmth and his needing so unbelievable it’s a force that could bend a space in half. His head fogs up. He’s hazy with the memory of those hands on his body and that tongue in his mouth, of how being with James Potter means being gorged on, bones and all.
Years have passed since their catholic school days. Now the boys have reunited in the queerest burlesque club in Soho.
I feel like we need proof of the statement in your bio. Like, show us your empanadas please
y'all will just have to take my word for it lol, you think I've never tried taking pictures? yes my empanadas are killer but goddamn it they're ugly...
Heeeeey, this is so random and feel totally free to ignore it (I'm not a frequent Tumblr user and don't really get the etiquette on when it's socially acceptable to message someone 😂) but I was just stalking your blog, saw the list of your favourite books, and wanted to tell you that 'Babel' by RF Kuang might be right up your alley, if you haven't read it already - it's got that flourish to it
Hii! Oh baby this is tumblr, etiquette where who??
This is honestly perfect! I'm about to finish another book and was worried I'd have to scour through goodreads..This saved my ass. Babel it is!
lmao i finally have time to work on this goofy ass burlesque fic and this is the only thing i came up with today this is dogma, this is how the lord built this silly silly big-tittied fictional dead man and i stand byy it
thanks for the recs! ive read all of dona tartt and a little life too. went back to my ao3 tab and saw the beautiful boy mention in ur notes and oh my god yes!!! regulus' addiction and relapse cycle resonates so well w nic's struggle. also if u dont mind reading poetry/poetic prose, check out crush by richard siken and on earth we're briefly gorgeous by ocean vuong (we seem to have similar tastes so i think u will like them!)
If i'm super honest atw was my first jegulus fic and it partly started because people kept using sobbing timothee chalamet from beautiful boy as regulus references and i was like okay, okay let me watch this movie again...
Crush has been on my list forever!! I shall add ocean vuong as well!
(honestly anything beautiful and covertly devastating is what I live for and I'm so glad donna tartt and hanya yanigahara are actual human beings like alive and breathing?? it is wild??)
also while im knocked out can u please rec me ur fav books thank you!
(Oh god I'm always terrified of this question because my tastes aren't like...refined or anything?? Like i have no secret recs)
First off favorite author:
Megan Abbot. Changed my life. No one writes female characters and the inner toil of being a woman the way she does. Her writing style is...actual heaven. Her women are wretched, heartbreaking, so real, and it always hits too close to home.
I recommend anything she's written.
Start with The End of Everything and Dare Me
I have too many favorites but these are books that I keep stacked on my desk (they're all either dark drama and/or thriller-y) and I've realized I gravitate towards these kinds of writing styles when choosing what to read next:
The Secret History, The Little Friend, The Goldfinch - all by Donna Tartt (I kiss the ground she walks on)
A Little Life - Hanya Yanagihara (don't read this book unless you want to be completely destroyed and reborn and destroyed again, it's life-changing)
Sharp Objects - Gillian Flynn (this was her first novel! It is *chef's kiss* about wretched, heartbreaking women, her writing is god-tier)
The Memory Police - Yoko Ogawa (I can't even with this one)
The Woman in the Window - A.J. Finn (this man started a movement, shit got weird after this, like I was front-row-seat there for it)
just finished ATW and its 3 in the morning so i cant string my thought into coherent sentences rn but i WILL do so tmrw anyways here is me deep-cut, infantile and gleeful in my vulnerability right after reading ur 38k words in one sitting
Oh wow THANK YOU! <3<3 I'm beyond happy you enjoyed it, kisses, smooches, all the good stuff!
Hi i’ve just read Although the wind, AND MY GOD WAS IT LOVELY, I had to come tell you how lovely i thought it was!!! Favorite quotes include:
“And he was so real, he was right there, and beneath that thick havoc of hair, he hid a very grown-up sadness. It was the kind that stuck to you like flesh, other but organic, and before long it had grown into you so deeply you were convinced it had been there all along. That you'd been born with it.”
“Do I look like someone who’d lie to you? Don’t you dare point your chopsticks at me.”
“Regulus had wrongly assumed trust of this nature was reserved for religion, but lying here with his eyes shut and his arms open, it parted its curtains to welcome a blessed, forgiven few.”
Like the mythology references, Sirius and Regulus building their Thebes. I was laughing I was crying It was so wonderful!!!! AND JAMES MY LOVE <3, he’s so funny!!! He just wants to love and be loved!!! Also “Regulus Arcturus Black liked being alive” DUDE WHAT!!! Honestly lovely, thank you for writing, hope you’re having a wonderful time <3!!!
running to read about burlesque queer’s now run 🏃♀️ 🏃 🏃♂️
THANK YOU THANK YOU BABYY <3<3<3
this made my whole damn day, thank you! thank you so much for taking the time to read it, and I'm so happy you enjoyed it (and dork dad James being a droky dad!)
“You’re not going to guess who’s here!” Sirius twists Regulus around to help him unclasp the pearl body chains in a flurry of movement that has become their routine. “Remember the fit prefect who sold weed in the haunted bathroom at St Anne's?” The chains slip to the floor with a clank.
Regulus is having a fucking heart attack.
Years have passed since their catholic school days. Now the boys have reunited in the queerest burlesque club in Soho.
