On that fateful night in October 1981 Regulus Black saves James Potter, but wasn't fast enough to save Lily too. After James gets over the shock of seeing his assumed dead ex-boyfriend he buried Lily, then with the promise that Regulus will explain everything later, they grab Harry and run to a Black family home in France. It's there that they live and raise Harry in secret under the fidelius charm where Regulus himself is the secret keeper. The entire world thinks that they are dead, the only people who know the truth are none other than the Malfoys. When it's time for Harry to go to Hogwarts the wizarding world is shocked to see the boy alive, but even more so when The Boy Who Lived is sorted into Slytherin.

James has been feeling confused. Does he really love Lily? Why does he feel like this? Will the dreams end? Will the stares last? James can only overcome these obstacles by going through them. That is exactly what he is planning to do. Regulus is stuck in a little bind. He thinks he loves James. This may not be the end of the world, but if anyone in his family finds out, him and James are dead. He needs to figure out if they will work, or just be better as people you see in the hallway. A Jegulus fic, idk if there will be smut, most likely:) I'll try T-T Started: 1-21-24 Ended- 7-24-24 NONE of these characters belong to me! They all belong to J.K R@wling! I don't agree abt her opinions but they are her characters. But my story *cue in evil laughter*

*NOT MY ART* regulus just getting over a 1 year relationship goes to a party with with his friends, trying to forgot about Dylan when he gets drugged with a lust potion...

Regulus Arcturus Black didn't like most things. In fact, he rarely had an opinion on anything at all. I might've been a result of his upbringing. The horrific consequence of a childhood where one was never heard. Not because they chose to be silent...but because they had no voice. James Potter liked most things...loved them actually. Sunday mornings, broom polish, treacle tart, James' love knew no bounds. Endless and unwavering. His voice was always heard, loud and clear, a true born leader, nurtured from the second his first cry sounded in the world. Nature vs Nurture. A long standing debate. Which one will prevail? James Potter and Regulus Black. A destined tragedy.

James is a stripper and Barty, reg, and evan, are businessmen that go to the bar where james works... Also on ao3: la__lune

"You look like a painting, Reg," whispered James, genuine adoration plastered in every inch of his face. "Is that a good thing?" Regulus knitted his eyebrows together, a subtle smile curling his lips. "Definitely." A romance hidden under the horrors of the war, where kids fought with more pride than adults, where they didn't lose faith even when everything seemed lost. This story takes place in Hogwarts' 7th year. Regulus is Sirius' younger brother, exactly one year behind them, James couldn't expect that an innocent talk in the astronomy tower would lead to fall for him hopelessly, and neither did the young Black. But love doesn't stop time, nor does it save people. It's like a beautiful scarlet rose, as its petals fall, it dies. When that letter found its way to my hands, the music died. Cover art by greenlights33 on Instagram, one of favorite artists.

I had this idea based on a TikTok by gcwritter basically Sirius snoggs Lily and James see's and tells everyone that he's been f*ing Regulus and I might make it an actual story but for now it's a one shot

Where Regulus Black has lost himself and James Potter has not found himself. Both of them are missing something in their lives. There is only hope that they find it. Or IT'S BFB! - I don't own any Harry Potter/ Marauders characters. They belong to JK Rowling. - Some triggers like physical abuse are there, even swearing. I will put a warning for the abuse. -Slow updates! -Many overlooked grammatical errors and spelling mistakes. Feel free to correct me.