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james' knife kink in crivers will never not make me laugh wdym you've been yearning for regulus to hold a dagger to your throat for years!!!! WDYM YOU WHINED BC YOU WANTED HIM TO BE THE ONE TO STAB YOU!!!!!
The roar of the crowd filled his ears as he slipped his headphones off, tossing them on a chair as he pulled on his gloves, fingers flexing. He lifted his bike off the stand, grabbing his helmet before wheeling it out to the gates.
"Reg! Reggie! Hey!"
Regulus turned, stopping in his tracks as Sirius barreled into him, a wide, feral smile on his face. He wrapped an arm around Regulus, then leaned in to smack a kiss on his forehead.
"Good luck out there, Reg. I know you'll kill it," Sirius said, patting him on the back one more time before releasing him.
Regulus quirked a smile, shaking his head as he pushed his brother away. "Ew, quit being affectionate with me, it's disarming." He kept walking, guiding his bike through the throng of other riders and employees crowding around the gates.
"I know you love me, Reggie!" Sirius waved, bouncing on his toes excitedly. "Oh, and go easy on James! His wrist still hurts from the last time you knocked him off his bike."
Like there was a chance in hell Regulus would go easy on anyone. And James, of all people? No fucking way.
Regulus flipped his brother off over his shoulder, nearly knocking into someone as they backed into him. He fought the urge to hiss, annoyed that it was taking so long to get to the gates.
Finally, he made it. He picked a spot near the middle, letting his bike rest on his hip as he looked around, studying the other riders as they took their spots. Regulus' best friend, Barty, rolled into the spot right beside him, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he fiddled with his gloves.
Barty glanced up at Regulus for a second, eyes gleaming as he nodded. Regulus nodded back, smirking as he noticed Evan pull up on the other side of Barty.
Lord, they were in for an interesting start.
And when he thought it couldn't possibly get any worse, James fucking Potter took Regulus' other side, smiling brightly at him as he bopped his head to whatever song was playing in his headphones.
Regulus narrowed his eyes, scowling at James as he threw a leg over his bike, half-standing to keep his balance since he was too fucking short to touch the ground when he was sitting fully on it. James didn't have that problem, of course.
"Good luck out there, baby Black," James teased, either oblivious to the murderous look on Regulus' face, or just very, very brave. The twinkle in his eye suggested it was the latter.
"Fuck off, Potter," Regulus muttered, looking away sharply as everyone else took their spots. He pulled on his helmet, twirling his goggles around his finger as the announcer told everyone the race was about to start.
He tapped the hideous neon green plastics as he waited, heart pounding in his chest. Regulus loved the rush of it all. The roar of the crowd, the rumbling revving of the dozen or so dirt bikes on either side of him. He kickstarted his bike, pulling his goggles on as one of the Monster Energy girls walked across the track, signaling the race was about to begin.
One hand flexed above the clutch, the other twisting the throttle to warm the engine up as Regulus waited, counting down to himself as he took one last look at the riders around him. Everyone was focused, leaning forward in anticipation of the gate drop.
Five... four... three... two... one.
The gates dropped and Regulus released the clutch, coming out ahead of everyone else. He cackled as he hit the corner first, whipping his back tire into James' front to fend him off. It worked, giving Regulus a few precious seconds to pull out ahead of him.
The rest of the race went much like that, Regulus leading, with James fighting as hard as he could to overtake him at every corner. But Regulus had been playing this games for months, exhilaration coursing through his veins every time he came out ahead.
He only fucked up once, hitting the ground after a particularly difficult jump with a grunt, his ankles absorbing the shock. He quickly regained control, but not before James appeared beside him, looking over at Regulus with what he knew was a maniacal grin under his helmet.
Regulus clenched his jaw and shifted gears, pinning the throttle wide open, neck and neck with James as he hit the last stretch before the finish line. He laughed as he crossed the line first, whipping his bike sharply in the air as he landed a final time, head thrown back in celebration.
James landed right behind him, shaking his head as they wheeled off the track together, heading toward the podium for the inevitable interviews. He took off his helmet on the way, glancing back at James with a smirk.
andddd idk where to go from here but trust they will be fucking once i finish
when you write fanfic, you have the power of the entire universe in your hands. write whatever you want. there're no limits. it is your creation, your universe
no fr im about to write a jegulus fic where regulus is a dirt bike racer from a small town in alabama that falls in love with his rival (james) from texas based vaguely on my life
fanfic writers have the power to write literally whatever they want, since theyâre writing for themselves first and foremost
you as a potential reader have the power to filter out tags and avoid what you donât like, since youâre reading for yourself first and foremost
youâd think this is a common sense, but somehow itâs still a hard-to-swallow pill for people who want to censor and enforce rules on art â when art has always been, and will always be, about the freedom to express and create anything the artists want
i have somehow developed a massive crush on a certain james cosplayer on tiktok and i feel like a childddd why am i smiling at my phone watching their videos please kill me đ
james' knife kink in crivers will never not make me laugh wdym you've been yearning for regulus to hold a dagger to your throat for years!!!! WDYM YOU WHINED BC YOU WANTED HIM TO BE THE ONE TO STAB YOU!!!!!
