THIS STORY DEALS WITH HOMOPHOBIA AND INCLUDES MATURE LANGUAGE SOMETIMES. RECOMMENDED READING AGE IS 16+! Regulus Arcturus Black was fifteen, when he started to see him in another light. James Fleamont Potter was seventeen, when Lily Evans wasn't his only interest anymore. ° ° {I don't know where I will be going with the story and if it will even come to more than a few short chapters. But I thought I give it a try.}

*CROSSPOSTED FROM AO3* It was nearing the end of his fifth year at Hogwarts, and Regulus Black was getting on with it. Things at home had been far from perfect since Sirius ran away and left him behind, but that didn't mean that he'd stopped caring about his brother altogether. He just wasn't willing to admit that to Sirius. So when Regulus is woken one night by an infuriated Severus Snape, he doesn't want to get involved with whatever his brother's latest 'prank' is. But seeing him isolated from his friends in the following days, and worried about what the coming summer will bring, Regulus decides that he has no option but to get involved. He couldn't possibly be aware of what would happen when he pushes himself into the orbit of one James Potter. With the threat of war looming and Potter busy chasing that muggleborn girl, what could possibly pass between him and Regulus that would compromise the Slytherin?

STONES TAUGHT ME TO FLY LOVE, IT TAUGHT ME TO LIE LIFE, IT TAUGHT ME TO DIE SO IT'S NOT HARD TO FALL WHEN YOU FLOAT LIKE A CANNONBALL INWHICH James Potter is in a band and Regulus Black is in therapy.

"Please. I need your help, Reg." NOT CANON COMPLIANT Voldemort/ Death eaters aren't a thing in this fic.

James feels like he's drowning without him and only one person can save him. Regulus is longing to be back in his arms but he knows he can't do that now.

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.

I had this idea written in my notes app for awhile and finally decided to write it This book is completed!!! I love everyone that was reading this book while it was ongoing I really hope y'all enjoyed it <3 Check out my other jegulus books :) #1 in Jegulus?!??!?! i love you guys so much thank you

London, 1979. It was just another simple spying mission, so James didn't expect anything to happen. As it escalated he just should have left and returned into safety, when he saw the little brother of his best friend lying in his own blood, facing a certain death. Death Eater or not, he couldn't leave him there, could he? But inviting the enemy into your home in the middle of a war couldn't possibly be a good idea.

❝ I've come to realize that life is just like an iceberg. Always worse than it seems. ❞ [BOOK ONE OF THE SECRETS TRILOGY] *NOT A HARRY POTTER X FEM!OC STORY*