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okay now who’s writing the buddie wedding planning with bridezilla buck fanfiction

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more people with siblings need to be writing marauders fanfiction because where's sirius and regulus standing in front of each others room for no reason, fighting and then having a snack together five minutes later and randomly saying the weirdest things at each other and walking away???

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james potter makes matching bracelets for the marauders in year one and makes them all wear it every day

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what if i say they're the same person then what

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soft and mushy...... just like mashed potatoes................

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its 2022 and im developing an it/reddie obsession NOW i hate this but i just want to scream about them somewhere also im so tempted to write some fanfiction im not sure how much longer i can keep ignoring it

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jegulus dating hcs!!

regulus’ love language is touch but he’s really touch-starved so it takes him a long time to feel comfortable with physical affection, but the moment he overcomes it he’s constantly touching james even if it’s just hand holding or leaning on him;

james is always giving him little gifts he gets throughout the day like this flower he saw and thought it was pretty or this ring someone was selling on the street and it reminded him of regulus;

he also leaves little notes everywhere, like when he wakes up first and there’s a good morning note in his pillow or love declarations inside their books and cheesy pick-up lines on mirrors;

when james is asleep, regulus likes to tell him about his feelings and all the ways in which he loves him, he doesn’t know he’s not always sleeping but that’s okay;

james sometimes pretends to forget his clothes around his room cause regulus loves wearing it but wouldn’t be caught dead asking for it;

they have cooking dates really often and they’re always looking for something else they could cook together;

they send each other cat videos;

regulus’ lock screen is a picture they took on their first date and james’ is a picture of regulus sleeping on top of him;

regulus has insomnia so james started to pretend he likes to read out loud before bed cause it always helps him to fall asleep;

regulus never had habits or traditions growing up so james makes sure to come up with a few (+include him in the ones he already has) like baking christmas gifts to their friends or decorating their house together for holidays.

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i know we all talk about how hard must’ve been to regulus the day sirius left but currently thinking about the first time he had to face their parents' abuse by himself, the only person who would ever truly understand what it was like to be going through that, all of sudden gone

he had no one else to comfort him when things hit a bit too hard and he started crying, he had no one to talk about it all anymore or to share his pain (because no one else in the world would know that pain as well as each other), for the first time he was truly by himself, which not only must’ve been awfully hard by the abuse itself, there was the added weight of getting used to the emptiness sirius left in him after both of them having the other their entire life

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i really don’t know hot to explain it but modern regulus has definitely seen anime he just gives me the vibes i know it he personally told me

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Hash brown, egg yolk, I will always love you

also posted on ao3 :)

Regulus Black had never been a person well acquainted with sleeping, for the majority of his life falling asleep had been quite a troubled event, such as staying in that state for what it matters, always waking up from paralysing nightmares or shouts from the next room. Needless to say, Regulus had always slept poorly.

For a good portion of his short life, sleeping was much of a battle, one could easily tell from his not so subtle eyebags or the way he would be so tired during some days he could barely function. Regulus was also very fond of staying up late willingly — sometimes his brain just wouldn’t let him sleep, for what he knows, it was probably too scared of the things he would found when drifting off — but consciously choosing it also happened, finding some ephemeral version of peace, where everyone was asleep and there was only himself and the night sky to accompany him. So, taking it all in consideration, Regulus Black grew to really, really, despise sleeping, he still hated it, not for quite the same reasons anymore.

From leaving his parents house and making somewhat of a life for him, Regulus’ brain decided that it was finally time to rest, and rest it did.

Regulus was always tired, always, he would go out with his friends and be the first to leave, never denying an afternoon nap, he would easily sleep in during most days and there was not a single alarm clock that could beat him to his sleep.

Falling in love with James Potter was disgustingly enough for a shift, all of sudden, Regulus would force himself to stay awake so he could get extra minutes at night with him, there were several alarms around his house set to make sure he would catch James somewhere before classes (much for Sirius’ distress, living with his younger brother that for some reason had miraculously decided to start waking up early and doing so with the entire building altogether) and he would even jeopardise his sleeping schedule for a date or two.

It wasn’t that bad, having a reason to stay awake, but it somehow just made his body crave it even more, and he hated it, he hated always falling asleep halfway through films with James or always dozing off whenever they cuddled, not matter for how short it was, it was like some sort of witchcraft that no matter the situation, touching James would take him into an instant state of sleep. He wasn’t the biggest fan of it, clearly, because it also meant less time with James, and somewhere within his brain he wasn’t sure about the permanence of it, he had never had happiness for much longer, so he wanted to indulge in every possible moment until it would inevitably slip through his fingers.

It took some time, but each day that went by, Regulus was starting to notice that maybe (really, just maybe) that might not happen. Maybe, if he was really lucky, James wouldn’t leave without a reason, maybe he could actually have time with him, not having to worry about its end.

So thankfully, he started to sleep a bit less each day, almost enough to resemble a regular persons’ schedule (unfortunately, still not quite there).

Not to say he made peace with sleeping, it was still mostly annoying and he would easily sleep in, but it was getting better, and that was something.

On that day in particular, Regulus was awakened by the sound of dishes clattering and beams of lights getting inside James’ room, thanks to his painfully light curtains. He decided to ignore his senses until a hand was going up and down his spine, the touch ever so gentle and lips shortly after touching his shoulders.

“Hi, love.” James said as his arms moved to hold Regulus, body still facing the large windows while he kept leaving short kisses all over his shoulder and neck, some of Regulus’ hair tickling the tip of his nose and forehead, James’ arms now fully embracing him as his body had him everywhere, completely overwhelmed by James, his hands caressing his chest, his lips touching his back and his knees accidentally kicking the back of his legs.

Regulus shifted slightly inside James’ arms and kept his eyes closed. “Cant speak, I’m sleeping.”

“Yes, you can. Come here.” James shifted Regulus’ body so he’d be underneath him and started placing gentle kisses all over his face, missing only his lips, enough to make Regulus eyelids open for the first time that day.

“Good morning.” James smiled and Regulus couldn’t tell if the brightest thing in that room was either him or the sun. He took a moment to indulge in how pretty James looked, ruffled pyjamas and messy hair, glasses tilted probably by the whole previous cuddling and yet the most gorgeous boy ever.

“Morning.” Regulus stretched his body accepting his fate to be rudely awakened, limbs still a bit sore due to waking up. “I need to brush my teeth, I’m disgusting, will you please let me?” He pointed with his chin to James’ body still pressing him down to the bed.

“You don’t have to, I love you the way you are.” James cupped his cheeks and continued kissing the area, giving multiple pecks on the same place.

“No, ew, you’re gross.” Regulus said, simultaneously scrunching his face and presenting a light grin on it.

“But you can’t leave the bed! I made you breakfast.” James pouted and let his body completely fall against Regulus’, his head now against his chest, close enough to feel every shakiness of his breath and small beat of his heart.

Regulus placed his hands on top of James’ back, holding them together on top of him, making a little chain with his arms around him. He quickly moved his hands and let one of them run through James’ hair. “I’ll return straight to bed, is that okay?”

“Will you? Really?” James lifted his head where it was previously laying, his eyes looking like an overly excited puppy, the thoughts Regulus’ mind raced with almost made him disgusted by the sweetness of it all.

“You know me, you know I will.”

“Fine, go get rid of your breath and I’ll feed you.” James smilingly stared at Regulus, who only gave him a confused look and arched brows before James quickly pecked his lips, laughing as he scrunched his face. “No, James!”

James left the room still giggling and Regulus made his way to the attached bathroom so he could properly wake up.

When Regulus complains about his sleeping habits, it’s mainly due to things like this nowadays, after brushing his teeth, he immediately came back to bed and it didn’t take long for the soft fabric and small distant sounds to lure him back to sleep, he didn’t meant to, but there was the little chills from coldish fabric against his bare skin and the cosiness of it all so his eyes closed unconsciously and he could feel his thoughts drifting away.

His stomach made a low noise and Regulus felt as thankful as ever for James cooking abilities, never so used to people cooking for him, not willingly at least, not with love and thought as James would. As much as Regulus actually enjoyed the activity, it was always nice to have someone to cook for him, sometimes he would still be surprised and a bit emotional when it happened. Allowing Sirius near the kitchen would be the same as giving a toddler a dagger, so it was generally avoided, which meant Regulus cooking most days even when he wasn’t so excited to, thankfully, James could always save him now, blessed be his parents for teaching him to cook that nicely.

The mattress weighed near his feet and Regulus could tell that James was now seated there, the shakiness around him confirmed his attempts of getting comfortable. Without opening his eyes he said slowly.

“Counter offer. You come back here and we sleep until lunch.”

“Nope. We’re eating.” He heard only James’ voice somewhere within the plain darkness behind his eyelids.

Regulus groaned, still feeling his body betraying him by wanting to push him back to his previous sleeping situation, Regulus couldn’t blame his poor inner self for wanting to get back to it though, soft bed and arms around him as he gave himself to sleep, feeling James’ chest as he breathed, the little shakings of his heartbeat and the soft smooth skin against his cheeks, it was a really easy thing to get used to after all. “You’re mean.”

“No, I’m not. I made you breakfast. Come, look.” Regulus managed to open one of his eyes, looking at James patting the bed with a blurry object in front of him, James was way too smiley for Regulus to deny him that, so he brushed his knuckles on his sleepy eyes and sat on the bed, admiring the carefully set tray. And honestly, fuck, Regulus loved him so so so much.

The wooden tray had two large plates in it, two coffee cups — each cup the way they both enjoyed their coffees — a little bowl with chopped up fruits and a large orange juice glass. Regulus looked up and saw James’ contained smile, he moved his browns, signing him to pick something to eat. The first plate had a pile of pancakes, sugar and strawberries decorating it, beside it, the second plate had croissant sandwiches — James favourite breakfast to make for people, Regulus noticed — the familiar combination of swiss cheese,  hashbrowns, cherry tomatoes, pesto sauce and turkey slices paired with scrambled eggs on the side.

“Why are you not eating?”

“You go first, I made it for you.” He answered, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, and maybe it was, Regulus just wasn’t so accustomed to affection.

As James signed with his hand, Regulus grabbed a sandwich and closed his eyes, letting the pleasure of it hit every bit of his tongue. “It’s really good.” He said, mouth still full.

“I know.” James shrugged and grabbed the second sandwich, a smirk on his face.

They chatted for some time until both sandwiches were gone, in the meantime, James told a joke that made Regulus almost choke as he held his laughter and Regulus managed to steal a kiss or two (or three) from James, their feet played together and James cleaned their hands with the pieces of paper towel he had it folded underneath the plates.

Regulus grabbed a single strawberry from the fruit bowl followed by a carefully chopped piece of cantaloupe. “Did you get these at the farmers’ market? They’re really sweet.”

James hummed in positive, his head being supported by his hand, his eyes focused on Regulus and a smile on his face.

“What?” Regulus arched his eyebrows and asked as James kept staring at him.

He answered with only a large grin. “I love you.”

“Shut up, you’re gross.” Regulus answered with a poor attempt at covering James face with a pillow.

Not changing his position, James just raised his eyebrows, enough to make Regulus roll his eyes and blow air through his nose, shifting his attention back to the tray and containing the sided smile on his face, he answered. “I love you too.”

And the thing is, he meant it, against all of his life odds he found something to love in the midst of it, somehow even with his sharp teeth and scary eyes he found that, he loved him and there was no trick to it, no seconds intentions or games, it was simply that, waking up to another day with the sunlight, croissant sandwiches, fruit in bed and cheek kisses. So, yeah, no one needed to know that, but maybe when you had all the time in the world and were able to wake up on days like that, sleeping wasn’t so bad after all.