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So I’m reviving my Jegulus Triwizard Tournament AU fic! I’m super excited about it I have big plans for it hehe the first chapter is up right now and here is a little preview of chapter 2. Enjoyyyy!

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The Marauders had never found it so easy to score weed than they had that night. Now that Sirius and Regulus were reunited, they had an almost unlimited supply. James couldn’t remember exactly when, but at some point Regulus had become the school’s unofficial weed dealer, growing batches under his bed with some strange magical lights as well as somewhere off in the forbidden forest that no one else was privy to. Until now, they had been fortunate enough to procure what little they had, albeit very rarely; Regulus had always favoured Remus for they had a shared love of muggle literature. Who knows how that was discovered, James never bothered to ask, but Remus would occasionally turn up after studying in the library with a telltale grin and a small black bag he had charmed to be void of smell. How he managed it, James didn’t care. As long as they had weed, he was happy, and now they were positively rolling in it and he was absolutely over the moon.

“Merlin bless your brother Sirius.” He sighed wistfully as he finished rolling up the fattest joint of his life.

They were sat in their usual smoke spot overlooking the Black Lake, the shared bounty between them was larger than it ever had been, and they had decided there was no better way to celebrate the commencement of their final year of school than to smoke in excess, something they had seldom been able to do before.

Peter’s own was several times smaller than the rest of theirs. He hadn’t smoked since fifth year, when he had horribly greened out and swore it off for the rest of his life. But Sirius was not about to let him miss this golden opportunity.

“What was the point in me reuniting with my brother if you’re just going to let it go to waste?”

James didn’t see fit to mention that it certainly wouldn’t have gone to waste if Peter didn’t join them. Peter high was a phenomenon he had sorely missed, for the boy would become a giggling mess and say some of the funniest things in the world that even while high James wasn’t sure his own mind could think of.

When they were all finished, they stuck their joints together in cheers and Remus used his wand to light them all at once.

“That is some good shit right there.” Sirius said proudly, relishing in exhaling his first puff.

Remus took another drag and peered at Peter with concern. “Okay so far Pete?”

The boy nodded almost too enthusiastically and took another puff that turned him into a coughing mess. James pat him roughly on the back a few times with a fond grin.

“Attaboy Wormy. More you cough the higher you get y’know?”

“That’s a total myth Prongs.” Remus rolled his eyes. “How would that even work?”

“It recycles it through your lungs.”

“Honestly listen to yourself mate.”

Five minutes later even Remus wasn’t making much sense. James leaned back against the tree they were sitting by, staring into the sky and wishing not for the first time that he was capable of taking his broom out for a fly right now, but any time he tried to form an intelligent string of thoughts he was reminded that that was most likely a terrible idea. The only downside of Peter’s newfound drug lust was that he could no longer take them each in turn for a fly on the back of his broom. Oh well.

“What’s even the difference between the stuff he grows outside versus under his bed?” James pondered aloud.

Sirius’ eyes were comically bloodshot. “I think the outside stuff he grows the muggle way, whereas the charmed lights and shit he uses for the inside weed makes it stronger. I think, he’s never actually told me.”

The four stared silently at the bank of the Lake as it lapped softly from whatever movement from a creature within stirred it.

“So what are we smoking right now?” Peter asked.

James examined his own joint as if he would be able to tell the difference just by looking. The ember at the end slowly devoured the weed, gradually making it smaller and smaller. He took a hasty drag so as not to allow it to all burn up.

“Muggle shit I reckon. He’s not been at Hogwarts long enough to have grown a proper batch of the good stuff yet. But he said the stuff he grew in the forest he just left there all summer, so I’ll bet he has an absolute motherload of it.”

The thought of Regulus tending to his plants makes James grin. He had never really pictured Regulus as being a person with his own life and hobbies, despite knowing for years that he had been doing this. But certainly, he must have been passionate about it enough to take the growing so seriously. James wonders what Regulus must be like when he smokes.

“He’s aggravatingly no different to when he’s sober.” Sirius replied, James hadn’t realized he wondered that question out loud. He thanks his good fortune that the sun has lowered enough by now that no one can see his burning face. Really, he shouldn’t care so much about his best friend’s twin, but the boy was fascinating to him, and now that he was allowed to mention him, he just couldn’t help himself.

“When did you smoke with Regulus?” Remus puzzled. “Surely your parents wouldn’t allow that under their roof?”

Sirius smirked. “When have my parent’s rules ever stopped me?”

“Fair.”

“Hey, the top of that tree looks like it’s flipping me off right now.” Peter pointed across the lake. “Is that just me?”

James laughed loudly and looked at the tree in question, which sat inoffensively still and very much was not flipping Peter off.

“You should go give it a piece of your mind mate. I wouldn’t let that slide.”

“I dunno, it looks pretty intimidating to me.” Remus grinned.

Sirius used his wand to relight his own joint and added. “Yeah Wormy be careful, you’re clearly on thin ice already.”

“What did I do to it?” Peter whined, throwing his head back in exasperation.

“Um, dude you’re literally smoking a fellow plant right now. That hash was probably it’s best friend.”

“WELL YOU’RE ALL SMOKING IT TOO!” Peter shouted defensively.

The other three laughed uproariously at their friend. Thank Merlin Peter was a stoner once again because James dearly missed fucking with him when he was high. After a few moments Peter cracked a grin and started to laugh as well, and even though James was utterly content he still couldn’t help the thought from creeping in that moments like these were in short supply now, a year from now they’d have to find a new smoke spot. Or maybe they’d all be separated doing different things with their lives.

James pushed the thought away, grateful that at least that was a year away. He could worry about that later. He took another drag and looked at his friends with a smile.

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Luminance - Written for my poetry class recently :)

I paid no mind to the smoke until it took you from me.

Veiling your face, murmuring a secret.

I’ll let myself be tranced by the heat between us,

‘Til the Wind takes pity, revealing Regulus in your eyes.

Soot on my cheek, wipe me clean.

Breathe into the blaze and watch it come alive.

Your hand is a question, and all I can summon in response

Are memories that don’t belong to anyone.

I am the bug that wanders blindly into the flame

Craving it’s warmth, mistaking it for safety.

Prometheus’ crimson, burning, my fingers draw back.

Unbothered by our little death, your laughter is my favourite song.

Oh, your generous gleam,

Your petrifying precarity.

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Limerance

Your simple nothings are my sweet,

Your drunken kiss my first.

Empty words ignite sparks too bright to dispel,

Cover my eyes to the way things are.

 

Burning, flushed and crimson.

            Your cadmium haze envelops, the scent of wings, fluttering.

The sureness of spring, a ghostly breath in the dew

            Mine, taken by your eyes that soften, your laugh that tickles.

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every time i try to make lunch for anyone else in my head i end up dreaming of u. if u even care

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Haven’t used this acc in years omg 😭😭 Would love to find some black midi, black country new road, and Harry Potter moots!

Also will be using this account to post my writing, mostly poetry and short stories at this point :)

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an order | e.munson

description: there’s nothing eddie loves more than spreading you open before a horror movie. well, besides bossing you around.

includes: SMUT 16+, dom!eddie, slightly innocent!reader, fingering, ring kink!!, maledom, sweet but bossy eddie, AFAB!reader, fem!reader, fem pronouns, whiny!reader, praise, slight orgasm denial, extremely slight size kink (r is mentioned to have smaller hands than eddie), pet names (princess, baby, etc.), they watch halloween :), mention of parents overhearing but no walking in or anything

a/n: legit wrote this to get the eddie juices flowing. i wanna write him but idk what to write so ,,, send requests if you’d like :D

word count: 1.1k+

“Keep ‘em open for me, baby.” A large hand comes to your knee, swatting at the flesh and thereby prompting your legs apart.

“‘M trying, Eddie!” You didn’t mean to whine. Seriously. But you were truly trying so hard and of course Eddie didn’t understand that. No matter how many times he would murmur ‘I know’ in your ear, he didn’t truly know.

You pout, flexing your hand which holds Eddie’s many rings. They’re entirely too big, and they almost slide off. They would if it wasn’t for your smaller hand being wrapped around Eddie’s bicep, nails digging into his skin, attempting to steady yourself and his rings.

“Try a little harder.” He says. It’s not exactly mean, but it isn’t nice either. It’s an order. Plain and simple.

And you follow it.

You muster up your strength and use it to keep your legs separate. Accidentally, you don’t realize that all of your strength is going to your legs which doesn’t leave much for your hand. It’s almost too late, but you notice the rings slipping just at the right moment and you re-flex your hand, steadying the jewelry.

“There you go.” Eddie coos as he presses a kiss to your cheekbone. “Knew you could do it.”

You’re barely able to smile appreciatively before Eddie’s fingers are moving again. His index and middle finger slide down your cunt, separating your puffy lips and dispersing your slick along the way.

Your head lulls back, hitting Eddie’s shoulder and exposing your neck to him. Eddie doesn’t waste any time. His lips find your neck, kissing and sucking and biting. You want to tell him to stop, tell him that your parents would be furious if they saw the bruises. But you barely have half a mind, and the half that is present is focused on how good Eddie is making you feel.

His pointer and middle are now inside of you, pumping and curling. Your hips have a mind of their own, probably the half that your head is missing. They push themselves towards Eddie’s hand, grinding up into his ministrations.

A soft moan comes from your lips, and then another whine when Eddie’s other hand comes to the outer edge of your pelvis, pushing down and bringing your hips back to your bed.

“Don’t be greedy, princess. Take what I give ya.”

Okay that. That was scolding.

Yet, you do as you’re told, as always.

Your legs stay open, your hips stay down.

Eddie rewards you. He moves his hand from your pelvis, hovering over the area at first but when you don’t move, he brings it lower to your cunt.

You watch through hooded eyes as he singles out his middle finger, lowering the tip until it presses against your clit. You have to restrain yourself, nails digging into Eddie’s bicep as you attempt to keep your cruel position.

It pays off because Eddie begins to rub wide, slow circles.

You mewl, back arching but your hips staying in place.

“Eddie,” You breathe. “Eddie!”

“Hmm?” He sounds casual, unphased. Opposite of you.

But when you turn your head, eyes finding his, you can see the true look on his face. Pupils blown, a small sheen of sweat on his forehead which sticks his bangs to his skin, his lips parted as shallow breaths come from behind them.

“Kiss me.” You demand.

He does. It’s sloppy, swapping spit and clashing teeth.

But it’s so nice, and acts as a muffler for your moans.

That is, until Eddie’s fingers sink deeper within you and hit that spot. Your back arches and your mouth pulls away from Eddie’s to let out a moan that is entirely too loud. Especially when your parents are just a few doors down and as far as they know, you’re watching a horror film on your own.

Your eyes catch Eddie’s and for a second, he looks scared. His eyes widen and his fingers almost halt, but they keep moving. He listens for a second, as do you. But luckily enough, there was a particularly loud scream from ‘Halloween’ on the TV and your moan died behind it.

When there is no sound from within your house, you sigh.

Happily, Eddie’s fingers speed up, almost as if he’s celebrating the close call. His wide circles on your clit turn into tight ones, picking up in pace. His fingers pump faster, still sinking deep and curling with each thrust.

Your breaths pick up, free hand gripping the edge of your pillow.

“You close?” Eddie asks, voice in your ear. You nod.

“Okay!” He chirps and you can see the smile on his face without having to turn around.

A similar one comes to your face, but it turns into just an open mouth when your belly begins to tighten and it becomes harder to hold your legs open.

Eddie can sense your inner turmoil. “Just a little longer. Hold on a little longer for me.”

You groan, gnawing on your bottom lip just a little too hard. When you lick them, you feel the wet slide of blood. “Don’t know if I can, Eddie.”

“You can. I know it.”

So you do. You hold it in, keeping everything together until Eddie gives you that cue.

And when he does, everything releases. Your legs close around his hands, the rings fall off and thud on your bed, your hips lift and chase anything they can get. You’re breathing heavy, moans tumbling from your lips and into the air around you.

Something gory is happening on the TV, you can hear the screams behind the thudding in your head. It masks your own sounds, which you’re grateful for.

Eddie helps you ride through it. Two fingers unsheathing from your cunt and replacing the lone digit that was circling your clit. He returns to the wide circles, and his lips return to your neck. Kissing over the protruding veins, and marks that are beginning to show.

When you come down, he removes his hands completely, allowing your legs to fully close together. He places a final kiss to the corner of your mouth and you can see his fingers disappear behind your head.

There’s a sucking sound, and then a dramatized pop.

Eddie’s hands find your hips and he helps turn you around until your legs are thrown over his hips and you’re sitting between his thighs. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling yourself up so that you’re sitting in his lap in a hug. The security of his arms around your midriff soothes you, and his palm rubbing up and down your back lull you to a relaxative state.

That is until Eddie curses.

“Fuck. We missed the best part!”

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I'm sorry to all soft!regulus stans but i just cant see him that way. That boy grew up in an emotionally repressed household, yes he craves love but I dont think he is able to overcome his pureblood upbringing. He was the golden boy of the family but he was like that because he didnt show his true emotions like his brother. I picture him as cold and careless on the outside, he wont be able to express his feelings at first, he might push you away. He is also afraid of losing control because his whole life has been about holding back. I think if the reader can make him lose a little control that can crack his armour and let them in. It will be a slow process with a lot of frustration. I think he is a little similar to Tom but instead of power he craves intimacy and understanding. However he wont show you that because in his understanding it's weakness.

"To the Dark Lord- I know I will be dead long before you read this, but I want you to know it was I who discovered your secret. I have stolen the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as I can. I face death in the hope that when you meet your match, you will be mortal once more."

Does this scream soft to you? The months he had to spend carefully gathering information, without any good influence guiding him just his moral compass accompanying him. It's easier to choose good when you are only surrounded by righteous people. But when you are standing in the dark, every influence you ever received straying from the light....Not the mention the genius he was, Dumbledore spent years trying to figure out Horcruxes, Harry had Hermione and Ron to keep him from going insane, but Reg was alone. His brother had James and the support of his family while he had nothing. Yes Sirius grew up with the same influences, yet his House was the image of light. Reg got an unmarked water coffin thanks to Voldemort. He knew he wouldn't get out of this alive, yet he tried to help the future generation.

And the saddest part is that his sacrifice meant nothing in the end. Harry would have acquired the locket anyway, and his 'fuck you' note to the Dark Lord also didn't reach it's purpose. Yes he did get a redemption arc in our eyes, but to him, that immense courage was spent on nothing. Voldemort didn't even hear about his spiteful note. (Correct me if I'm wrong)

To all the people who portray him as a shy and cowardly boy I want you to think about this. So, Regulus stayed, which, as I see it, was just as brave as Sirius leaving.

And don't even start because he was left by his brother. Abandoned. He could have gone down the dark path but he built himself up brick by brick. There are several headcanons I adore that perfectly sum up their brotherly relationship and I will stand by that every single day.

This post is updated regularly everytime I need to defend my boy.

In this knowledge can someone recommend me fics (long short ao3 doesnt matter) where he is like that? Angsty preferably. I like sad endings too where my boy dies

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“remus lupin is the coolest marauder” i say into the mic

everyone claps. no backlash. its a fact.

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bringing this back! requests are open again feel free to send one in :))

ONESHOT REQUEST RULES

hi everyone! just realized I haven’t made a proper request guidelines post yet, so here it is :)

GENERAL RULES:

To make a request, just send one into my asks

I’ll accept anything that fits the guidelines, but since I’ve got school and other commitments, I’ll only accept requests that I’m inspired to write. This doesn’t mean your request was bad but I would rather write for something I’m inspired for rather than just forcing myself to write something I’m not interested in. 

Also a quick disclaimer I write in third person most of the time. I can do first on some occasions but it’s harder for me, and I’m shit at second person so don’t even bother with that lmao

DO’S AND DON’T’S:

DO:

Request for these ships:

Primarily: Wolfstar or Drarry

Secondarily: Pansmione or Jily

Request any of these things:

Any era

Any AU

Any age above like fourth year (excluding flashbacks)

Any pronouns or genders

Smut

Background ships of your choice

Pretty much any idea you can come up with! 

So long as they don’t clash with the:

DON’T’S:

These are things I won’t write for, though they pretty much go without saying:

Non-con

Incest

Rape

Self harm (personal trigger)

Suicide (personal trigger)

Abuse between partners (exception to mentioned only themes as are sometimes prevalent with families such as the Black household.)

Threesome (just don’t know how to write that properly yet)

Anything kinky (again, nothing against it I just don’t know how to write it)

And that’s pretty much it! If you have any questions or are unsure about anything feel free to message me or send an ask. 

And obviously I reserve the right to decline any requests I’m not comfortable with, or that I’m not inspired for :)

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the only valid marauders fancasts are: aaron taylor johnson, timothee chalamet, and andrew garfield. i’ll be taking no criticism on this

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well i just finished my junior year so…what if i started writing again? would y’all like that idk LMAO i’ve not been very active here lately i’m sorry

i can do requests again those are fun!!

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Dating Regulus Black would include...

TW: mentions and descriptions of smut, attempted sexual assault (nothing major)

He’s a Soft Boy no doubt.

and a Shy Boy

It took him months to ask you out

and your relationship is a complete secret

He doesn’t want a public relationship because of his family and stuff

But behind closed doors…

MHHMMM he’s a registered romantic

always buys you flowers

and if you don’t like flowers he buys you one of those fruit bouquets that look like flowers

and if you don’t like fruit he’ll buy you candy

and jewelry

expensive jewelry like Cartier and Tiffany’s

One day, after a night in his dorm room, you hear him singing in the shower

in French

and your ears have never been more blessed.

this boy has a gifted voice

soft and smooth

and he speaks French???

when he got out of the shower you harassed him about it

“Reg, you didn’t tell me you could sing. Or that you spoke French!”

As I mentioned, he’s a Shy Boy

so he gets all flustered

“What? No. I can’t sing.”

“I heard you in the shower.”

“I’m not even that good, y/n/n”

I forgot to mention he’s an Insecure Boy

:(

He puts himself down and compares himself to other people, especially Sirius a lot

You obviously try to change his attitude

“Reg, you’re phenomenal! you have the voice of an angel.”

“Y/n/n, I really don’t…”

He’s so stubborn and insecure it makes you angry

But everyone has insecurities, so you understand where he’s coming from.

You always have to reassure him you love him.

Sometimes the way that persuades him the most are the simple things you do.

when you say things like

“Have you eaten enough? Has enough water?”

“I feel safe around you.”

“I hate everybody except you.” when you’re in a bad mood

His heart just warms up at the simple things.

He also hates getting things.

Like birthday and Christmas and anniversary presents

He’ll spoil you since he’s rich and loves to give you things

but feels bad and embarrassed when you give him things.

at first, you thought he didn’t like what you gave him

and that made you sad

then you realized it wasn’t your fault

It was the fact that he never got very thoughtful presents growing up

and that made you even sadder

because most people light up when they’re given a homemade card or present

Reg is just ashamed in a way

He doesn’t do it on purpose

He doesn’t want you to feel upset

He just can’t control it.

(He eventually realizes that most people, unlike his parents, are caring and thoughtful. He gladly accepts presents after some time passes. He grew a certain fondness for homemade things, like sewn sweaters, cards, collages of pictures, etc. Especially if you’re not very crafty and they’re wonky.)

Steamy times ahead

You had your first time in 6th year. 

Nothing was planned

you were both virgins.

it just happened one night.

You were in his dorm

And it started with a kiss

Then he was on top of you

gently thrusting into you

and you never felt so good in your life

He finished in under 3 minutes

and was very embarrassed 

He kept apologizing

you told him it was fine and everyone’s first time is awkward

Then he finished you with his long and skinny fingers

and he was less embarrassed

It was a couple months after your first time and you had sex a couple times after that

But you started to notice he was avoiding sex

You understood, assumed maybe he was stressed with school or family or something

But then he became distant

You started feeling insecure

Was he not interested in you anymore?

Did he just use you for sex?

You tried pushing those thoughts away, knowing that Reg would never be bored of you or use you

But you couldn’t help but doubt yourself :,(

He always hung out with people you didn’t like.

People who had a certain fondness for the Dark Arts

You confronted him a couple times about it before

“Reg, those ‘friends’ seem a little… concerning, don’t you think?”

He obviously denied

“They just like Dark Magic, what’s the problem in an interest?”

You didn’t argue with him.

you thought you just made an unfair assumption on people’s interest.

and if they’re not using dark magic against anyone, what could be the problem?

But in Regulus’ span of ignoring you, you noticed how his ‘friend group’ changed

These weren’t just people who liked dark magic

they were people who used dark magic

People you knew would become death eaters

You wanted to say something to Reg, but you didn’t know how.

A few days later, you got a letter from Sirius. 

You had never had a full conversation with Sirius, and you did not know how he knew about your’s and Regulus’ relationship

But the letter asked you to make sure Reg didn’t have the dark mark

Reading that letter made everything feel real to you

Would Regulus actually join the death eaters? No…right?

You started questioning if you really knew your boyfriend at all.

So you asked him to meet you at the astronomy tower later that evening

Everything in between the moment you asked him and the moment he walked up the stairs to the astronomy tower was a blur

You barley remember making conversation with him

You just remember holding his left arm and pulling up his sleeve

and seeing the mark of Voldemort’s followers on his arm

You dropped his arm and put your hands on your face

You were frustrated and sad

Tears were about to spill

“I thought you were different, Reg. I thought you weren’t like them.”

You cried now

and pulled your hands down from your face

and slapped him in the chest

His face was unreadable

“What the fuck, Reg?”

You hit him again

You slaps were barley hurting him

“No! You’re not like them.”

You kept yelling at him

you kept hitting his chest

until he grabbed your arms

and pulled you closer

so his head could rest on yours

You cried in his embrace

tears and mascara ruining his dress shirt and green tie

you didn’t return his hug

your arms felt bound to your chest

“I’m sorry, y/n.”

His smooth voice cracked

he let you go

and stared into your eyes

He focused on every detail of your face

“So sorry.”

He walked you back to your dorm that night

The only sound in the quietness of Hogwarts that night was your sniffling.

You went to bed without another word

Much later, you had not forgiven Regulus

It had been a couple of months since you last spoke

You were nearing the end of sixth year

One night, you couldn’t sleep so you decided to go for a walk

An orange cat followed you through the halls, then disappeared around the corner when a group of male voices appeared

You could distinguish the mischevious laughter from anywhere

It was Regulus’ death eater ‘friends’

You tried walking faster, not wanting to gain their attention

“Oi! Aye, you!” One of them shouted at you

You tried to ignore them, but one grabbed your shoulder and turned you around

There were three boys standing behind you

“What’s your name, pretty girl?”

You were scared

You tried walking backward, but they only backed you into a corner

You left your wand in your dorm, not thinking you’d need it

So you had no way to defend yourself

They were all significantly bigger and stronger than you

and you knew their intentions

“Why so quiet?” Another one asked, “Cat got your tongue?”

The other boy grabbed your shirt and was about to tug it off when you heard a familiar voice

“Get the fuck off her.”

All the boys turned around

There stood Regulus

The boys scrambled when they saw him

The next morning, you would report the three boys to Dumbledore, Regulus as your witness

They were expelled :)

And that was the last you ever saw of Regulus

You didn’t speak once the following summer or seventh year.

And, when you graduated Hogwarts, you assumed you never would see him again

You were invited to his funeral, but you never went

You didn’t think you could handle it

You always meant to ask him how he knew you were in trouble that night

You knew there was no way he just happened to be out at the same time as you, walking in the same hallway at the exact time you needed him

You only reached a conclusion on your first day of teaching at Hogwarts, many years later.

You were in the courtyard, reminiscing about your days at Hogwarts when you saw a big orange cat perched on a railing

You automatically recognized it as the one you saw on the night Regulus saved you

It was undoubtedly the cat you saw in the hallway that night

And the more this cat stared at you

The more you began to wonder.

Then the cat winked at you and lept down and rubbed at your feet.

He purred at you, reminding you of Regulus’ smooth voice and when he sang

“I’m so sorry Professor!” 

One of your students ran up to you and grabbed her cat.

“It’s alright, Hermione. He seems lovely.”

“He is lovely. Even though Ron would disagree.”

You laughed at her comment. 

“What’s his name?”

“Well, I just got him before school started. I didn’t like his original name, so I call him Crookshanks”

“Crookshanks is a great name. But what was his original name?”

“Well, the shopkeeper called him Reg.”

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A/N: The plot twist is that Regulus was an animagus and never died but instead became Crookshanks. He was the cat in the hallway, always following y/n while she thought he was ignoring her. I also spent 2 hours writing this (crazy ik), so I hope you guys like it. :)

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jegulus fic recs?

ive recently got into the ship but idk where to start for fics lmaooooo anyone got some recs?

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Regulus Black headcanons, because there's literally no canon information about his personality

He was always two steps ahead of everybody. He figured out that Lupin was a werewolf and that Sirius, James and Peter were animagus, AND that Sirius and Remus were dating

Because he's so.

fucking.

clever.

But he never told to anyone. Mostly because he still loved his big brother and didn't want him to go to Azkaban, and he knew Sirius would kill him if he'd tell anyone about Remus being a werewolf

He was an introvert

He talked to his mother in French and father in English, so he talks to Sirius usually in French

He also swears in French

He didn't really like quidditch that much, but still joined because he wanted to see Sirius more, and he knew that Sirius was also in the Griffindor quidditch team

But somehow he turned out be quite good at it

He was paler and had shorter hair, but otherwise he looked exactly like Sirius

He had a tiny little crush on James Potter, but never really realised that.

He just "Really wanted to be his best friend!😩"

He was also gay, but didn't realise that either. He just never had crushes on any girls and thought it was normal

He was really good at school without trying

A little piece of shit sometimes

He was really lonely, and Barty Crouch jr was basically his only friend

That's why he became friends with Kreacher

He was so jealous to Sirius. About everything. Sirius had great friends, he was popular, confident and successful and basically everything that Regulus wanted to be

That was the reason why he joined the death eaters.

To show Sirius off.

After getting the dark mark he started regretting it a lot

He was a cat person, and he had a black cat named Nightmare. And he didn't tell anyone but he absolutely loved Nightmare, he would've died for him

And the night before Regulus sacrificed himself, he gave Nightmare to Sirius and Remus in a box that he put in front of their front door

Sirius and Remus didn't know it was Regulus' cat, so they were quite confused next morning when they found a black kitten on their door steps

But Sirius fell instantly in love with the little cat, and so they decided to keep him

They named him Noir

[mea-laetitia]

two birds with one stone

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Regulus had watched his brother moon over Remus for far too long and he was tired of it. Honestly, it was getting ridiculous. Regulus would go over to the Gryffindor table to find Sirius feeding Remus. It was pathetic.

So he devised a plan.

He would pretend to like Remus and hopefully light a fire under Sirius’ ass to get him moving. And maybe, just maybe, it'll also light a fire under a certain quidditch captain as well. Best not to get ahead of ourselves though.

So that's where we find our dear Reglus, who had draped an arm around Remus’ shoulder at lunch much to the shock of everyone in a mile radius.

Remus was at a loss for words, his eyes wide and uncertain.

“Uh, Regulus…” Remus said as he adjusted under the scrutiny of the group watching the two boys. “What, ehem, are you doing?”

Regulus just smirked and cocked a coy eyebrow at Sirius, who had his mouth hanging open and if he had been in a muggle cartoon show he would have had smoke coming out of his ears.

“I was just wondering, Re, if you’d like to go to Hogsmead this weekend,” That seemed to push sirius out of his stupor and he stood up abruptly. Regulus continued: “Together, I mean. Just the two of us, you know? Madam Puddifoot's has wonderful tea cakes.”

If it was possible, Remus’ eyes went wider. Lily choked on her tea beside him and James didn't seem to be breathing.

Sirius cleared his throat.

“Reg, Reggy, my dearest brother. A word.” Sirius promptly turned on his heels and walked out the great hall not even bothering to check to see if Regulus was following.

Regulus feigned confusion and looked around the table, everyone was avoiding his eyes like a plague.

“Better go see what he wants.” as Regulus stood up he bent low and whispered as quietly as he could in Remus' ear, “Your welcome.”

He found Sirius pacing in the hall just off to the right of the great hall doors, his hair looked like it'd been run through more than James’ on game day.

Regulus stuffed his hands in his pockets and regained his composure. He mustn't smile nor laugh, he steeled himself.

“What can I do for you, Sirius?”

“ Oh, do not start with me, brother,” Sirius said, not wasting a moment. “ I was just wondering…” Sirius mocked him in a surprisingly good imitation of Regulus. “Cut the bullshit. You don't like Remus, you’re just trying to rile me up. Well, quit it. Not gonna work.”

Regulus raised an eyebrow.

“Who says I don't like Remus? He’s very fit. Plus I’d say I did rile you up.” Regulus dug his nails into his palm to keep himself from laughing.

Sirius gave him a borderline murderous glare. He stopped pacing so that he stood mere inches away from Regulus.

“Stop.”

“Why?” Innocens seeped from his voice.

“Because I said so.”

Regulus shut his eyes briefly. Oh, he was going to tell this story at Sirius and Remus’ wedding.

“Why. Give me one good reason and I’ll back off. It’s not like you’re in love with him.” Checkmate.

A look of pure pain flashed across Sirius' face, and for a moment Regulus thought he’d gone too far. Sirius turned his back to Regulus, and put his hands in his face.

“Well, now that you bring it up…”

Regulus goes around Sirius to face him again, and takes his arm to pull them away from his face. He looks him dead in the eye.

“I know.”

Sirius’ face morphs into shock.

“Well, I guessed you liked him, not love. But you were pretty obvious to anyone who wasn't him.” Regulus wasn't really sure what to say now, Sirius looked close to tears.

“I am in love with my best friend. How dumb am I, again?”

Regulus just smiled, and thought not as dumb as i am, im in love with your other best friend.

Someone coughed from behind them and Regulus felt his eyes go wide as he looked over Sirius’ shoulder. Sirius whirled so fast, Regulus wouldn't be surprised if he got whiplash.

Remus stood in the middle of the corridor, looking very out of place in his rumpled mustard yellow jumper.

“Ah, Sirius, I think we should talk.” Remus said nervously, and was already walking toward the Gryffindor dormitory.

Sirius glanced over his shoulder at Regulus and shrugged as if to say Can't get any worse. And followed him.

Regulus had seen how Remus had looked at Sirius, though. Same way he probably looked at James. Same way Sirius looked at Remus. It would work out for his brother, he would bet his fortune on it.

Regulus stood in the corridor alone awhile longer, not really thinking about anything. It wasn't until someone cleared their throat that he realized how long he’d been standing.

James waved awkwardly and came to stand in front of him.

“So, I’m guessing it's not going to work out between you and Remus.” James chuckled nervously and Regulus joined in.

“Nah, not my type.” Regulus said as he went to sit on the floor with his back to the wall. His feet ached from standing for so long. James followed suit.

Their sides touched at every point and Regulus was all too aware of how close their hands were from touching. Forget butterflies. His stomach was the whole damn zoo. Elephants stomped around, and monkeys pulled at his heartstrings. He was a goner, that was for sure.

James bumped his shoulder and laughed shyly.

“What, uh, is your type?” James asked.

Regulus turned to look James full in the face, assessing and calculating. He weighed every odd he could think of.

“You.” He said simply and turned back to face the deserted corridor.

Out of the corner of Regulus' eye he saw James go a brilliant shade of red and he couldn't help but smile.

“Oh yeah?” James managed to choke out.

Regulus just nodded. If James wanted to make a move he would. The ball had been played and it was fully in james’ court.

James scooched so that he was facing regulus, their knees their only point of contact now. James bite his lip, and glanced down at Regulus.

“Would it be alright if I kissed you?” Any surprise or shock was gone from his face, pure certainty laid in its wake.

Regulus barely dipped his head down to nod when a pair of lips crashed down onto his.

Oh.

The kiss was awkward, the angle was off and it was all limbs and sloppy lips. Regulus had no idea where to put his hands. But it was perfect.

James’ lips were slightly chapped but soft against his own, his calloused hands cupped Regulus’ face so tenderly.

When Regulus pulled away, James’ lips remained faintly parted, his eyes shut.

“Oh.” James whispered and leaned his forehead against Regulus’ without opening his eyes.

“Oh.” Regulus repeated.

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